Re: Fill: Organic-Synthetic Relations (Legion/Miranda) 5
anonymous
August 14 2013, 01:39:57 UTC
She ran her index finger between her slick outer lips, over the hood of her clit and then up the small, neat landing strip she maintained as she got on the bed, but that was all the touching she allowed herself for the moment. Nipples that wanted to be pinched were crushed against tight-fitted sheets as she lay on her stomach, ass out towards the geth platform, letting the anticipation stretch, the moment build, the heat pool between her legs.
“Legion, you should…use the extranet to familiarise yourself with human female anatomy and sexual behaviour. Reputable sources only. Concentrate on references to orgasms, penetration and stimulation of sexual organs.”
“Done, Miranda.”
“Then…touch me. Like you did earlier today on the Citadel.” She bit her lip in anticipation, eyes squeezed shut.
Long, strong fingers pressed against the curves of her rear. They also felt like nothing she’d anticipated.
“Umm, Legion, you don’t feel very…cold or metallic.”
“This platform was designed to perform in combat in a variety of hazardous environments. Self-regulation of temperature was a necessary design requirement. As was the use of advanced nano-material tech-“
“Huuuuush.” The word came out as half-moan. The geth unit’s fingers had not stopped moving as he spoke, firm against her ass, groping, kneading, driving the flesh with just enough pressure for her knees to feel weaker, making her glad she was already laying down. She could feel the wetness seeping out of her, against her thighs, the coming orgasm building inside her.
“Le-Legion, put a fin-finger…” Short gasps now, and she reaches for breast with her hand, rolling and twisting the nipple in between her fingers. “In me. Now.”
“Acknowledged, Miranda.”
One long tapering digit teases it’s way past her folds, sliding just past the nub of her clit, standing out now. A shudder runs through her entire body as her walls clamp down on the finger, convulsing against it. But it’s not enough, even as the hands to grope and press.
“Another. Yes. Yes. Another one. Legion, please.” She feels like furnace, like her core is boiling. “Just…just curl it, insi- I mean, in me, curl the finger.” She doesn’t have the brain capacity to make it understand. Words slip out of her grasp.
“Consensus achieved, Miranda. We believe you want this unit to stimulate your g-spot. We will comply.” Oh god, even that robotic voice is adding to her heat, to the thrumming inside her.
A second finger slides in easily, pressing against the velvet heat. It brushes past her clit much more strongly, and the first orgasm rolls through her as easy as that, coursing fire through her body. Not enough. She can’t speak coherently.
“Ahh, ahhhh, yessss.”
One finger curls inside her, gently probing, reading her reactions. All she can do is thrust back against Legion’s hands, try to ride it, to direct it. Without warning he finds it, and she arches up of the bed, limbs writhing, and then to finish off in sheer perfection, the second fingers finds her clit, stimulating it with just enough pressure and that’s all it takes. A rolling set of orgasms crashes through her, and all she can do is silently gasp, even her voice gone in the moment, her mind blank to all but the pleasure arcing through, the sparks setting fire to the entire junction between her legs, the scorching hot sensation of it and all she can do to ride it out is to close her eyes and…and…
“Legion, you should…use the extranet to familiarise yourself with human female anatomy and sexual behaviour. Reputable sources only. Concentrate on references to orgasms, penetration and stimulation of sexual organs.”
“Done, Miranda.”
“Then…touch me. Like you did earlier today on the Citadel.” She bit her lip in anticipation, eyes squeezed shut.
Long, strong fingers pressed against the curves of her rear. They also felt like nothing she’d anticipated.
“Umm, Legion, you don’t feel very…cold or metallic.”
“This platform was designed to perform in combat in a variety of hazardous environments. Self-regulation of temperature was a necessary design requirement. As was the use of advanced nano-material tech-“
“Huuuuush.” The word came out as half-moan. The geth unit’s fingers had not stopped moving as he spoke, firm against her ass, groping, kneading, driving the flesh with just enough pressure for her knees to feel weaker, making her glad she was already laying down. She could feel the wetness seeping out of her, against her thighs, the coming orgasm building inside her.
“Le-Legion, put a fin-finger…” Short gasps now, and she reaches for breast with her hand, rolling and twisting the nipple in between her fingers. “In me. Now.”
“Acknowledged, Miranda.”
One long tapering digit teases it’s way past her folds, sliding just past the nub of her clit, standing out now. A shudder runs through her entire body as her walls clamp down on the finger, convulsing against it. But it’s not enough, even as the hands to grope and press.
“Another. Yes. Yes. Another one. Legion, please.” She feels like furnace, like her core is boiling. “Just…just curl it, insi- I mean, in me, curl the finger.” She doesn’t have the brain capacity to make it understand. Words slip out of her grasp.
“Consensus achieved, Miranda. We believe you want this unit to stimulate your g-spot. We will comply.” Oh god, even that robotic voice is adding to her heat, to the thrumming inside her.
A second finger slides in easily, pressing against the velvet heat. It brushes past her clit much more strongly, and the first orgasm rolls through her as easy as that, coursing fire through her body. Not enough. She can’t speak coherently.
“Ahh, ahhhh, yessss.”
One finger curls inside her, gently probing, reading her reactions. All she can do is thrust back against Legion’s hands, try to ride it, to direct it. Without warning he finds it, and she arches up of the bed, limbs writhing, and then to finish off in sheer perfection, the second fingers finds her clit, stimulating it with just enough pressure and that’s all it takes. A rolling set of orgasms crashes through her, and all she can do is silently gasp, even her voice gone in the moment, her mind blank to all but the pleasure arcing through, the sparks setting fire to the entire junction between her legs, the scorching hot sensation of it and all she can do to ride it out is to close her eyes and…and…
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