Prompt Post Round 2
Rules~ Prompt Post Round 1~ Fills Round 1~ Discussion
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Chell knew that this was the real Wheatley, excitable, affectionate, wanting the best for her. Wanting to be the best for her. But she also knew that he could be selfish and superior, and she wanted to bring this nasty little side of him out, so that she could fight it some more. She fastened her teeth over his clavicle, sucking hard, wanting to mark him. He gave a moan of protest, but his reactions told a different story, as she felt his cock jump within her. Another interesting psychological quirk.
"Ah-ah-ah," he chided her, "we'll have none of that." His hand moved from the side of her face to grasp her ponytail, wrapping around it and then gently tugging her back. It didn't hurt, but she could no longer move enough to bite him.
He took the skin of her throat gently between his teeth, and she tensed in anticipation of the pain to come, but he just chuckled, releasing her before kissing and nuzzling at her tenderly. "Told you I was gonna make it up to you," he breathed. "You just lie back and relax, let me work my magic..."
Chell was desperate. She held his eyes with her own, smiled sweetly, and mouthed one word.
Moron...
It was as if she'd plunged him into a bucket of ice water, and for a moment Chell thought she'd miscalculated terribly. He held himself at arm's length, away from her, his eyes full of betrayal.
Then he placed a hand flat on her chest and forced her roughly back against the ground, placing all of his weight on her, making it suddenly hard to breathe. His other hand dug into her hip, holding her still.
but could a moron do this? Could a moron fuck you into the ground?" He spat the words through clenched teeth as he began to ram himself into her, with and intensity that was almost too much for her to take. She screamed silently and tried to writhe beneath him, but he had her firmly pinned. It was too deep and too hard, and she was on her back in the dirt with a sweaty man on top of her, the evening sky above her all blurry as her eyes watered from what he was doing to her... and God, it was wonderful.
She was finally, finally, out of the test chambers.
"Call me a moron all you want," Wheatley was growling in her ear, "but I know you've forgiven me, or you'd never have let me inside you. Still absolutely loving that, by the way. And look who's back in charge now." His hands were roaming over her, and he squeezed her breast, making her gasp and buck her hips up against him. He laughed, then let out a deep groan. "Ohh, it's coming... I can feel it. All over you," he added vaguely. "All over these... you are gonna be drenched in Wheatley, love"
Chell was enjoying herself, but she still had standards. She gathered all her strength, flexed her back, and rolled him, straddling him as she felt him beneath her. The look of astonishment on his face was so comical, she felt herself relenting, and she leaned forward and kissed him softly before she began to ride him.
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Dominant Wheatley has to be the best thing that has graced this earth.
ALL HAIL ANON!!
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Oh, fuck, I think I just found my new kink.
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