castellae | Ongoing PSL - In-game setting

Ongoing PSL - In-game setting

"You say that you're no good for me, cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve--"

[ In hindsight, the table was likely not the best choice. At least not in terms of their first coupling being this way. It's carnal, it's rough, but 9S supposes that he wouldn't have it any other way.

It's the first time he's thankful that their weights have been essentially cut in half since their shift to becoming human. Otherwise? This table would be debris.

9S grips tightly at her hips, fingers curling into her flesh as he picks up the pace. The friction is damning, yet addicting. Never has he felt such a surge of arousal, but he supposes it's from the constant desire of having 2B in such a way. He loves her. Impossibly so. That much has been consistent since their time shared in their world. He can blame his jealousy on that, but it doesn't matter now that they're physically intertwined.

It's like every thrust forces a sound from her, something glorious and beautiful. 9S turns his attention to merely watch her expressions contort and tense with every pull and push of his hips. He commits every single image to memory, cursing himself that it's only a human memory, and not something he can physically record.

He exhales a chuckle, labored and broken as it molds into a moan. 9S inhales sharply against her neck as he continues to pound into her. ]

I had my-- Nn...Nnaahr-reasons.

[ While 9S struggles to speak, he seems pretty keen on continuing. There's only lack of reply when he gets distracted by the wet sounds of their bodies consistently connecting and pulling back. He can feel her fluids drip down, stick between them and coat whatever they manage to reach. The room fills with the fragrant smell of their coupling, and he's immediately intoxicated by it. 9S grits his teeth and grunts through a continuing grin against her neck. ]

God, I wanted this. I wanted this so, hh--Ahhnngh so bad.

2B--

[ 2B silently worries that the table will give way beneath them anyway, what with how roughly 9S fucks her. Even if it does, though, she knows she likely won't care; all she can focus on is the way he feels , within and without her, and she finds that the very essence of him is intoxicating. One of 2B's hands releases the edge of the table in order to roughly card through the hair at the back of his head, her legs locking about his waist every time he roughly pushes forward inside of her.

As he increases his pace, 2B finds that she can't bite back the noises building within her throat any longer, a harsh cry tearing past her lips as he pounds into her cunt. She feels tender and swollen, the mortar to his pestle; completely whole and perfect. She doesn't notice him watching her face as her eyes squeeze shut, but she manages to choke out a few words in between the moans and harsh cries that escape her parted lips. ]

Wh-Why didn't you-- s-say anything, [ 2B half-sobs, her body feeling like it's unraveling on a molecular level. She drives her hips against him, desperate and greedy, a rapidly approaching peak beginning to incline within the pit of her gut. ] 9S--!

[ That question begs for such a lengthy response. There's truly no way for him to answer that quickly, and so he chuckles breathlessly as he continues to pound into her. 9S is easily distracted by the moans she exhales, the friction that just keeps on giving. Her heat seems to increase, pulse kissing his shaft while the rest of her suckles and pulls. Her flesh is sticky and soft, coating his cock with thick fluid that spreads with every thrust. He could get lost in this, create a cycle here where nothing else matters.

The pleasure is goddamn close to too much. 9S hisses against her neck, highly vocal when her fingers roughly tug his hair. Every thrust steals the breath from his lungs, wrecks his very composure. His face buries into her neck, puffing in heavy breaths that come out broken and harsh. He suckles on her pulse, kisses whatever he can reach while he struggles to find the words. When he answers her, his speech is incredibly rushed and staggered. ]

I-I was, I... Don't-- Oh, OhgodI'mgonnacometoofast.

[ That promising peak seems to be rushing forward. Every part of this feels too good, too addicting, and 9S doesn't think it's ever felt this good with anyone. As if they were made for each other. God, what an idiot he was to prolong this from happening. ]

Edited 2017-05-05 06:17 (UTC)

[ 2B wants to remain lost in the pistoning of his hips, the thick, torturous drag of his cock commanding all of her attention and causing her to see stars behind her eyes. She can't feel the blunted head of his crown hit her every time he bottoms out in her cunt, and her cries morph into borderline screams every time he hits a specific area inside of her. 2B practically gushes with her want of him, leaving what she's sure is a puddle of fluid pooling beneath her ass upon the tables surface as 9S' movements seemingly seek to cause her juices to cascade down her inner thighs.

Fisting the hand she has in his hair, 2B tilts her head backwards as the sensation of his pounding her threatens to overwhelm her, her moans and cries growing loud enough that they reverberate throughout the room. 2B can't imagine doing this with anyone else, and every stilted verbalization on her part only seems to emphasize that fact. She's always adored him, of course, but in this moment she feels almost as if she worships him, the thrust of his hips causing her to sing her adulation.

At what he says next, 2B struggles to speak, desperation coloring her tone. ]

J... Just come! [ She cries almost too loudly. 2B strains to look to his face, eager to look into his eyes without really understanding why. ]

[ It's never really happened like this. Sure, 9S has enjoyed intercourse with past partners. Even if it seems empty and pointless most of the time, he could at least shut his brain off long enough to get through it. The benefits of being a man at least carried an ease of just revolving his entire attention around getting his dick wet. He could give himself a one-track mind to get the end result he needed but it wasn't...

It wasn't this. It's as if his entire world is congested, surrounded and smothered by nothing but 2B, and the realization of that is fantastic. He wants to be nothing but hers, to let everything revolve around her because that's been his focus likely the entirety of their partnership. 9S knows he'll have to chastise himself later for holding back, because even now it makes little to no sense that he had.

As 2B's cries get louder, so do his own. Hearing her hanging by a thread off that promising edge of climax is enough to likely throw him over his own in little to no time at all. He feels the splash of fluids at his lower half and abdomen, soaking through the hem of his shirt and fuck... He's heard about female ejaculation but he's never experienced it first-hand. There's a lot flooding between them, and coupled with the way she shouts for him to lose it? Well, 9S wasn't always the best at following orders, but for 2B? He could never refuse. His body seems to react the same way. Knowing how wet she is, how close judging by how her insides cling to him, how loudly she calls for him...

But nothing destroys him more than when their gazes meet. 2B is incredibly flushed, lips swollen and eyes seemingly full of lust and need. A gaze he isn't at all used to seeing from her, and it absolutely demolishes him. His hands frantically reach around, one arm at her back while the other slams down onto the table and grabs hold. ]

I-I'm-- Fuck!

[ 9S couldn't possibly cry out any louder, face burying itself back in her neck while the entirety of him jolts and writhes into her. 9S' hips thrust one last time as he empties out into her in copious amounts. It's gratifying, so fucking pleasurable, but his vision and mind completely goes blank. 9S finds himself immediately stuck in the most intense orgasm he's ever had.

Yeah. Yeah he should have done this a long time ago. ]

[ 2B has always approached sex from an exceedingly mechanical standpoint, doing what was necessary to achieve an end and not much else. She's never been one for unneeded intimacy, staying only as close as required of her until the act is completed and her mark is wiped clean. With 9S, however, it almost feels as if he's fucking her soul , the entirety of him drowning her in a warm, safe sea. She can hardly tell the two of them apart like this, their limbs entwined and their bodies connected at their deepest parts, her tight cunt pulsating greedily around the length of his shaft as he moves in and out of her.

2B is grateful she chose to pull away in order to look to him, as their eyes locking seems to do something devastating to him. She's overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him, though she doesn't; soon enough, his face is buried in the crook of her neck as he gives a final, hoarse cry, spilling deep into her and rattling her to the core.

It doesn't take long for her to follow after him, her climax almost catching her by surprise as she holds the edge of the table with a white-knuckled grip. 2B practically screams as she comes undone, quick like a match struck down her back, the feeling of his seed burning deep inside of her only serving to bring about her end even more quickly. She tenses and convulses underneath him, eyes shut tight as broken cries burst past her lips.

It isn't her first orgasm, but it certainly is her hardest. It takes her a veritable age to come down from it, breath coming in labored puffs before she swallows hard against the dryness of her throat, opening her eyes to look down at where he has his face buried into the hollow of her neck. ]

[ That gaze is forever burned into his memory, but he just wishes he could have recorded it as he once could as an android. It prolongs his climax, dictates the almost never-ending convulsions that wrack him. 9S sees white hot nothingness, stars framing his vision behind tightly shut eyes while he essentially empties out inside of her. He may as well have transferred his goddamn soul into her in the process, because it feels like it takes an eternity to even slightly come down. Seemingly infinite pleasure and warmth overtakes him, even if the tightening of her cunt along his swollen crown starts to hurt. 9S exhales a shaken, cracked whimper to it, jolting and shivering into her.

He has to pull out. It's a completely unconscious motion, but the threat of over-stimulation is maddening. That isn't to say that he doesn't continue to cling to her, because he sure as shit does. 9S wants to melt into her like snow upon grass, to latch on and never let go.

He would say something, make a comment like he always does, but the instant he pulls back his gaze to see she's still looking at him that way brings pause. ]

Ah--

[ She had wanted him. 9S found plenty of sexual thrill in goading her into saying it, but it meant so much more than that. It still sinks into his skin now, it still shows in her gaze, and 9S finds himself immediately lost and incapable of thought. Everything around them ceases to exist, leaving just the two of them. Raw and tortured... It's a gift that he's a human as much as it's a curse. A look is almost physical in a sense with how it effects him. 9S locks gazes, smoldering still, yet carrying a quality that is very much sobering. He loves her. Why did he wait so long?

He loves her.

9S feels that very same urge to kiss her, and there's a moment he avoids it. As if uncertainty is still there, as if handling his emotions is terrifying when recalling what they're meant to do. What she's meant to do. But it doesn't matter anymore, does it? It doesn't matter as long as they're here. Together. ]

2B.... I....

[ He leans in, but he hesitates. Strange how he does, considering they just plowed into one-another. ]

Edited 2017-05-05 21:18 (UTC)

[ 2B recovers far quicker than 9S does, and it provides her with the luxury of watching him as pleasure overtakes the entirety of his body. She can't help but wonder if he'd look and act the same as an android, and while she knows it doesn't matter, she's grateful that they were able to do this as humans. She feels his seed sear her from the inside out, and while the sensation is vaguely uncomfortable, she relishes in the feeling even as he withdraws, causing her to shiver. She feels an unmistakable sense of loss as he does so, but she's comforted by the way he remains close.

When his eyes meet his, 2B suddenly feels self-conscious... which is ironic, considering what they've just done. She can't tell what he's thinking, and she releases her grip on the table, wincing as her muscles practically scream with relief as they cease tensing. She hadn't realized that she'd been gripping it so hard, and while she'd been able to hold positions indefinitely as an android, her ability to do so has greatly diminished since she became human.

She tilts her head slightly as she looks at him, something indescribable welling up within her as she does so. His expression is soft and tender, unmistakably affectionate and comforting. 2B's brow furrows as heat rises to her face, though she hardly understands why.

When he leans in, 2B hesitates only because he does. She gauges his expression for a moment, trying to puzzle out his thought process. She notes how open he is, how willing he is to give her everything of himself... and it threatens to break her.

2B loves him, too. Devastatingly so. Without another moments hesitation, she leans in without saying anything, closing the distance between the both of their mouths in a kiss almost exactly the opposite of their previous coupling. It's slow, gentle, but no less passionate, even as her eyes slide shut. ]

[ It's odd how the tone seems to change within an instant. Where 9S had previously felt this surge of desperate, violent need, now it's as if he'd never been tense in the first place. The mark has faded, the headache gone, and everything seems to level out with ease. It's incredible how such a thing happens within a human form. They're fragile, needy, and he can't bring himself to care. Even if his body is significantly weaker, it feels more. Both in emotion and sensation, it's all far more saturated and real.

When 2B looks at him, it strikes a chord. All of her seems to have that effect on him. His face is incredibly flush, expression vulnerable. Suddenly he feels so small, and it's a feeling he can't help but hang on to despite it. He would say more, express himself somehow because the silence is maddening, but 2B closes the distance between them before he can. ]

--!

[ His brow raises, eye wide for but a moment before it registers that she'd had the same intentions. But 9S sinks into it with ease, eyes fluttering shut as their lips meet. The passion is shared on both sides, but feeling it from 2B is agonizing and torturing in the best way. 9S leans in, hand hesitant for but a moment before it cups her cheek and slides fingers through her hair. He hums into her lips, something akin to a whine when the passion is painful. He can't possibly be close enough. It isn't enough, but it's too much all the same. The love and passion is agony, much like living in this fleshy shell has been.

But he loves it. He loves all of it, and honestly never wants to be an android again. The passion is shared on both sides, the gentleness matching. 9S parts his lips and tilts his head, if only to feel closer without outright fucking again. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Ongoing PSL - In-game setting

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject