章 43: Connecting With the Major - Part 2
Although Motoko tries to exude an aura of boundless confidence, when she slips her hand down the front of your body and grabs your erect member, there's a moment of doubt in her eyes. In the show, she was only ever pictured sleeping with women. Assuming this Major is bisexual – that means she might not have as much experience as she's letting on. Teasing her about her lack of knowledge around an erection is liable to see you lose it via an unfortunate accident, so you keep your mouth shut.
"Do I really arouse you this much?" she inquires.
"Don't start talking like that. You know how attractive you are."
Compared to Rias and Akeno, Motoko's body is much more modest in its proportions. Though that's an unfair comparison to make considering both of those girls are designed to be a horny teenagers wet dream. She reaches out and gently strokes the underside of your shaft with her palm, it's hard to believe that this body is artificial. The heat and softness of the skin is real.
You decided to let her take the lead, "What would you like to do?" Falling back onto the mattress, Motoko rests against your left side. She narrows her eyes, before wordlessly swinging one of her legs over your body and mounting you from above. The full length of your erection rests against her pubic area. The perkiness of her chest is only made more apparent as the light frames it from behind.
"Let's take it slow and relax," she concludes, "This is meant to be fun."
Motoko pushes herself up and onto your shaft with an unfamiliar sense of confidence. She doesn't delay for a second as she slams her hips down on top of you all at once. The full weight of her robotic body is significant – much heavier than any of your other harem members. Mercifully she is light enough to protect you from having your head crushed into a pair of craters by her ass. The next thing you notice is how her pussy feels. It's realistic – but there's something about it that is wholly different from any other time you've slept with one of your girls.
"What's up?" she asks, a light blush on her cheeks as the pleasure nodes in her brain are stimulated by electrical signals, "Too… toy like?"
"No. I was just getting used to it. You're quite heavy."
"That's a terrible thing to say to a lady."
"You're a lady now?"
Motoko frowns and punishes you for your sharp tongue by slamming her hips down again. You groan and wrap your arms around her back to try and regain a little control of the situation. She softens up again and starts to grind herself on your lap. As your bodies grow closer, she leans down and seals your lips in a tongue filled kiss. Motoko does not display any mercy, even when it comes to fighting with your mouths.
The slow and sensual pace is enough to make the depressing room fade away around you. If anyone had been here to look inside, they would have seen a pair of lovers stranded in a sea of empty white space. Kissing, touching, embracing. It's different to the other times you slept with Rias and the others. They're always in a hurry, searching for their next big orgasm with you.
Running your hands down her shoulder blades and back, you enjoy the firmness of her artificial muscles through the skin. Even in this civilian body she could cause a lot of damage. Her legs wrap tighter around you and prevent any hope of escape. Motoko decides to change position, pulling you up and allowing you to sit face to face at the edge of the mattress. You cup her ass with your palms to offer more support as she bounces in your lap.
"That feels nice," she gasps sensually. There's an understated sexiness to everything she says and does. She knows how to wield her seductive wiles just as well as any firearm. She parts her lips slightly and allows her eyes to lose focus. Delving deep into the feeling of having someone else covet her body and being. In the same way you are swept along with the flow. The feeling of tightness around your shaft and the taste of her body on your palette. You plant kisses along her well-defined collarbone and reach up to play with one of her perky breasts.
It's impossible to stop yourself from moving faster. Your thighs start to move with Motoko, intensifying her bouncing and driving yourself even deeper. Motoko is unperturbed, even as she cedes a little bit on control to you for once. Her passionate moans are all the encouragement you need to continue caressing, kissing and groping her body.
"That's it, I'm almost there," she mutters into your ear. Unlike your previous escapades with Rias and Akeno – the final moments of your first round together are much more understated and intimate. Motoko climaxes first, her body tensing up in your arms as a sharp intake of breath stops her from speaking. A few seconds later you join her, groaning in bliss as a gratifying finale leaves your body covered in pins and needles. You freely allow your seed to blast against the back of her artificial womb.
You fall back onto the mattress again, pulling her down with you. Motoko lies her head on your chest. It feels like her body was sweating a little, though still not enough to match a real organic one. Another feature designed to prevent dysphoria from kicking in. For several minutes, the only thing you can hear is the sound of your body desperately inhaling more air. That's one thing that Motoko doesn't have to worry about. Her lungs are cybernetic, and presumably superior to organic ones.
The silence ends suddenly. "That was fine," Motoko concludes. She draws a lazy circle on your chest with the tip of her index finger. "I can have a full report written by the end of the day, so you know where to improve in the future."
"Please – don't turn this into work too."
Motoko laughs, "You sure know how to make a girl feel wanted. I guess that's why the others keep coming back for more."
"Is that a hint at future meetings?"
"Or… we can have a few more rounds before you go away on business again."
It's a little too soon for that. Your buddy is still flaccid after such a strong orgasm. You run your fingers through her purple hair, marvelling at the realistic texture. The hair must be the easiest thing to emulate. You suspect that it is real hair donated or submitted for the purposes of making artificial bodies.
Motoko sighs, "When I said that I don't do relationships, I meant it. This is usually the part where I kick you out of my apartment and tell you to call me again in a few weeks."
"You don't like getting personal."
"Yes. Especially in my line of work – someone may use my personal relationships to try and get leverage against public security." That sounds more like a personal preference than a job requirement. After all, Togusa has a wife and child and he never seemed shy about making that known to the other members of her team.
"Out here you don't have to worry about any of that. Hell, you're the only woman in the world with a cybernetic body. I doubt there's much of anything that could stand up to you in a fight."
Motoko is sceptical, "There are threats here too. You're fighting them."
You shrug, "They don't seem as… intelligent as some of the organizations from your universe."
She smiles, "I suppose not." It is very hard to focus on the conversation now that Motoko is reaching down to play with your dick while she delves deep into her personal life.
"Are you trying to say that you want to give this a chance? A real one."
"Hm. Maybe? Wouldn't you like to find out? Another feather to add to this proverbial cap of yours."
The entire time that Motoko is teasing you, she never stops for a second. Deft digits work their hardest to bring your flagging erection back from the dead. Motoko is even more devilish than Rias is – an understated succubus who knows just how to wrap you around her fingers. This is the kind of thing that an older woman has over a student.
"If you give me a few more orgasms like that, I'll consider it," she smirks. She pushes herself up and swings around onto her hands and knees, leaving you facing her butt and ass. She reaches back with one hand and pulls her cheeks apart, exposing both of her holes to your widening eyes. "From the back, this time."
"Yes Ma'am."
You spend nearly three hours trying to tire Motoko out in every damn position you could think of. Doggy, cowgirl, missionary and more. Just when you think you've had enough she slips your member into her mouth and goes to town. It's a losing battle. There is no way to keep up with her superhuman stamina. On the other hand, you do manage to deliver the climaxes she wanted to badly. By the time it's too late to spend any more time inspecting the mansion, you get the distinct feeling that you passed her test.
Scoring the biggest ice queen in your harem for real is a big ego booster. Perhaps the rest of the ideas bubbling in the back of your head aren't so far-fetched after all. Still, you feel that there are some girls you haven't spent enough time with. Adding even more can wait for later when things have settled down, or for when you badly need a specific ability to counter the enemy. Tomorrow Rias and Venelana will begin the process of making this place liveable. You can hardly wait.
Going poverty mode on a floor-bound mattress is fun, but you don't want to do it forever.
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