[Cable exhales into the receiver, a little surprised and very intrigued. He suspects he hears intrigue from her too, although given what she said about his voice it is confusing.
In a good way.]
I like your skin. The soft parts and the hard parts. The way your brows furrow when you're thinking. [He pauses, letting it sink in a little before he tests the limits here.]
I've been thinking about what your lips would taste like.
[Even the exhalation of breath sends a feeling of pleasure across her skull-- like a misfiring of her cranial implants to her nerve endings. Then he keeps going. And those brows that were definitely furrowing release into shock, lips parting, a small gasp releasing from her throat.
Nebula knows the idea of someone with that voice telling her these things should revolt her. She should be cursing at him and shutting off her communicator. Yet, she'd asked for this. It's what she wants.]
Have you? [Nebula hums, her voice getting lower.] And what do you imagine they taste like? Maybe I can tell you if you're right...
[Cable's experience in Duplicity has been a series of moments he's sure he would have absolutely fought against two weeks ago and now he's just leaning into them.
How he feels about Nebula isn't a manufactured impulse, at least. His attraction is genuine, but by god does he feel like his boundaries have fucking blown away in the wind.
But she's receptive, so he hums right back at her.]
I bet they taste sweet. [He says, a little bit of longing in that contemplative tone.]
[She finds herself wetting her own lips as he imagines them. And she does want to believe his description will be the truth, but part of her-- the self-loathing part, imagines he'll find them wanting. It's not something she's going to admit to him right then, if ever.]
Maybe you should. [The agreement is quieter than she usually is, a yearning sounding in her own tone. She considers a moment, voice rising a bit in a slight challenge that speaks to how turned on the thought is making her.] I'll try not to bite you.
I do too. [Nebula does hate it here. Among other things.] But those circumstances... remain unchanged.
[There's nothing that can be done about it now. No amount of wishing would work. Those thoughts fade as there's another delicious coil staring to her stomach and moving lower.]
So long as you are enjoying it too... [She doesn't want to just be humored, after all.] Would you like to taste more than my lips?
[The forceful nature of his words hit her, her heart starting to beat faster, finding her own hand following the same path as his words as he talks-- metal fingers sliding between her legs. She's growing bolder too.]
How skilled are you with your tongue? I bet you know what you're doing. Would you plan to make a mess of me? And I also wouldn't mind little teeth, either.
I'm old. You learn things. I like to use my teeth, taste you properly. [The coolness of his tone is doing a decent job of disguising the fact that he's hard and doing nothing about it yet.]
I want you to use your fingers to rub some nice, slow circles on your clit now.
[Her jaw clenches at the request that sounds like an order to her ears, zinging a feeling of pleasure up her spine.]
What would you be doing with your hands while you tasted me? [Her voice takes on a slightly gruffer tone as she does just as he asks, the sound of her belt being undone faint in the audio before her metal hand slides into her pants. Index and ring fingers slide low first into the dampness of her cunt before starting a slow grind against her clit. The moan she lets out is obvious even under her clenched teeth.] Mine would be curled into fists in your hair, forcing your mouth to stay just where it is.
[Cable finds he truly enjoys the way that Nebula is receptive and compliant but still forward and demanding. As she should be. He finds his interest in her growing, but that's further back in his mind while she has her hand down her pants for him.]
Squeezing your thighs, running my fingers over them, exploring them. [He sounds faintly amused at the aggression coming out of her, but he's enjoying it.]
[The noise she makes at being called 'princess' is a half-gasp as her fingers do exactly what she tells her to, her circles increasing in speed and pressure, but there's also a scoff in there too. She's a lot of things, but a princess she is not. It's an absurd nickname, and she might say as much with anyone else... and yet, she can't deny how the affection behind it has her ready to do anything he asks of her.]
The m-metal parts... would be hard to squeeze. [She points out, breathy, her inexperience with this kind of thing is showing, but she wants to do it right.] My ass is soft though.
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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In a good way.]
I like your skin. The soft parts and the hard parts. The way your brows furrow when you're thinking. [He pauses, letting it sink in a little before he tests the limits here.]
I've been thinking about what your lips would taste like.
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Nebula knows the idea of someone with that voice telling her these things should revolt her. She should be cursing at him and shutting off her communicator. Yet, she'd asked for this. It's what she wants.]
Have you? [Nebula hums, her voice getting lower.] And what do you imagine they taste like? Maybe I can tell you if you're right...
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How he feels about Nebula isn't a manufactured impulse, at least. His attraction is genuine, but by god does he feel like his boundaries have fucking blown away in the wind.
But she's receptive, so he hums right back at her.]
I bet they taste sweet. [He says, a little bit of longing in that contemplative tone.]
Soft and moreish. [He continues, thinking.]
Maybe I should try them sometime.
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Maybe you should. [The agreement is quieter than she usually is, a yearning sounding in her own tone. She considers a moment, voice rising a bit in a slight challenge that speaks to how turned on the thought is making her.] I'll try not to bite you.
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You sound like you're enjoying this. [Cable teases, just gently, just to test the waters.]
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...I am. [Despite knowing she really shouldn't.] Do you wish I wasn't?
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But I'm glad you are-- I want you to enjoy yourself. [He lets that hang in the air a moment before lowering his voice and adding:]
I'd like to think about you enjoying yourself more.
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[There's nothing that can be done about it now. No amount of wishing would work. Those thoughts fade as there's another delicious coil staring to her stomach and moving lower.]
So long as you are enjoying it too... [She doesn't want to just be humored, after all.] Would you like to taste more than my lips?
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I like to think about you, in that little dress you wore at the casino, with my hands moving your thighs apart so I can bury my face between them.
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How skilled are you with your tongue? I bet you know what you're doing. Would you plan to make a mess of me? And I also wouldn't mind little teeth, either.
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I'm old. You learn things. I like to use my teeth, taste you properly. [The coolness of his tone is doing a decent job of disguising the fact that he's hard and doing nothing about it yet.]
I want you to use your fingers to rub some nice, slow circles on your clit now.
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What would you be doing with your hands while you tasted me? [Her voice takes on a slightly gruffer tone as she does just as he asks, the sound of her belt being undone faint in the audio before her metal hand slides into her pants. Index and ring fingers slide low first into the dampness of her cunt before starting a slow grind against her clit. The moan she lets out is obvious even under her clenched teeth.] Mine would be curled into fists in your hair, forcing your mouth to stay just where it is.
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Squeezing your thighs, running my fingers over them, exploring them. [He sounds faintly amused at the aggression coming out of her, but he's enjoying it.]
Move your fingers faster, princess.
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The m-metal parts... would be hard to squeeze. [She points out, breathy, her inexperience with this kind of thing is showing, but she wants to do it right.] My ass is soft though.
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Does that make it easier to imagine me touching you? Letting me slide my metal hand up your front and palming your breast?
[He follows that with another low chuckle.]
You do have a nice little ass.
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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.