What if my metal is stronger? [Even horny, she can't help but offer that challenge that she's better. But there is amusement in her tone, at least.] It is easier to imagine you touching me, when I am touching myself. I've never been with anyone like me.
[Her own metal fingers continue to rub her clit, but a few digits start sliding to plunge into her pussy.]
Is there anywhere you'd like me to touch you? Or taste?
Never been with anyone like you either. [He says quickly, then adds:]
You're a little diamond in the rough, aren't you? Be lucky to spend a night with you. [Again, there's deep praise in his tone.]
I'd like you to think about me bending you over and sliding my cock into that tight pussy of yours, now that it's nice and wet for me. [Cable's voice just gets that little bit more grizzled as he thinks about it.]
Then I want you to taste the fingers I put in your mouth while I fuck you. Suck on them.
[She wants to believe he means that. That he'd feel lucky and that she's in any way special beyond the horrors done to her. But deep down she doesn't. So she's quiet at first. The praise hurts almost as much as she yearns for it...
And then he's talking about fucking her and any thought about her self-loathing disappears because her brain is having no part in this right now after that. Her breath catches.] I'd like you to fuck me. Very much. I bet you could do it right too... hard, like I like it.
[And she might even let him lead like he is now. Usually she'd be the ones giving orders. Her finger slides around her cunt one more time before she brings it to her mouth, trying to be loud enough that he'll her tongue licking them.] Are you touching yourself yet?
Sure, kiss you gentle. Fuck you rough. Grab you by the hips and pull you on and off my cock. [Almost idly, then his voice lowers again to punctuate the thoughts of particular interest:]
Grab the back of your neck, grab your hip, shove you down on it until it hits the spot. [There's a soft growl in his voice, then he pauses to listen to her licking.
At the question, he chuckles.]
I want to focus on you. I want your fingers deep in you, find me the parts of you that make you sing.
O-Okay. [It's probably clear from the uncertainty in her voice, despite her clear excitement, that she doesn't often do things like this. Nebula lets out a gasp as she plunges her metal fingers back deep into her cunt, pumping them with increasing speed-- so much that it's getting hard to keep up with the words and what she'd do to him in return and what she'd like.
She didn't usually cede control like this, much preferring to give orders. The reasons she's not now are just as obvious as they are troubling. Her fingers grow more furious, but she manages to pant out words.] I want... I would want your cock to make me scream. My fingers are not going to d-do as good a j-job.
It is actually getting a little hard not to stroke himself, but he simply shifts and restrains himself. He doesn't want to miss a second from her, not one little breath.]
You're doing a good job. [He says, sensing uncertainty from her.]
You do it well-- getting me worked up. I bet those pretty fingers know how to get you off-- know all the good places-- I can help you find more.
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[Her own metal fingers continue to rub her clit, but a few digits start sliding to plunge into her pussy.]
Is there anywhere you'd like me to touch you? Or taste?
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You're a little diamond in the rough, aren't you? Be lucky to spend a night with you. [Again, there's deep praise in his tone.]
I'd like you to think about me bending you over and sliding my cock into that tight pussy of yours, now that it's nice and wet for me. [Cable's voice just gets that little bit more grizzled as he thinks about it.]
Then I want you to taste the fingers I put in your mouth while I fuck you. Suck on them.
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And then he's talking about fucking her and any thought about her self-loathing disappears because her brain is having no part in this right now after that. Her breath catches.] I'd like you to fuck me. Very much. I bet you could do it right too... hard, like I like it.
[And she might even let him lead like he is now. Usually she'd be the ones giving orders. Her finger slides around her cunt one more time before she brings it to her mouth, trying to be loud enough that he'll her tongue licking them.] Are you touching yourself yet?
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Grab the back of your neck, grab your hip, shove you down on it until it hits the spot. [There's a soft growl in his voice, then he pauses to listen to her licking.
At the question, he chuckles.]
I want to focus on you. I want your fingers deep in you, find me the parts of you that make you sing.
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She didn't usually cede control like this, much preferring to give orders. The reasons she's not now are just as obvious as they are troubling. Her fingers grow more furious, but she manages to pant out words.] I want... I would want your cock to make me scream. My fingers are not going to d-do as good a j-job.
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[That's not a threat, that's a promise.
It is actually getting a little hard not to stroke himself, but he simply shifts and restrains himself. He doesn't want to miss a second from her, not one little breath.]
You're doing a good job. [He says, sensing uncertainty from her.]
You do it well-- getting me worked up. I bet those pretty fingers know how to get you off-- know all the good places-- I can help you find more.