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Helianthus agonized. The EMP attack it repelled partially paralyzed its integrated digital nervous system, and now it had to use its own flesh and blood to move 547 pounds of heavy battle armor. The artificial nerves lacing its body burned beneath its skin.
Four hours later, two and a half hours after sunset, it finally reaches the grounded hulk of the USAN Halflight, prying the unpowered bay doors open before letting them fall back behind it.
AsH-7e, the synthetic android that maintained Helianthus’ implants, was working in the generator room, manually cycling the alternator to restart the electrical systems of the ship. After the lights came on, Ash turned, and her face melted into a smile upon seeing the organic war machine. She stepped closer to it, and gently caressed the unfeeling plasteel plating of its armor, before saying, “Poor thing”, and dragging the other person to the ship’s cybernetics lab.
Helianthus stood rigid in the corner until Ash came and plugged auxiliary power into its armor, energizing the shell to doff it. Ash helped shuck the other woman from its metal prison over the course of several minutes, enjoying the natural skin that slowly comes into view with each plate removed from the integration ports in Hel’s skin. After the process was complete Helianthus stretched, straining the tight tank top underneath her coveralls, but yelped after overstraining the nerves in her arms, which still burned without proper control.
Ash was sure she would blush if she had blood, admiring the soft but firm plane of Hel’s chest and its toned arms.
She retrieved a mediated controller, plugging a data cord from the controller into a port in her wrist and dragging the other jack to a port in the base of Helianthus’ neck. Ash stared her charge down for a second, looking for something in the deep yellow of its eyes, before plugging the jack in without looking away, suddenly flooded with the disarrayed sensory data of Helianthus’ dysfunctional system integration. Her vision filled with code, and she slowly started resetting the cybernetic components within the cyborg’s body, all the while murmuring about her poor knight.
As the fiber nerves reintegrated with Helianthus’ nervous system a warmth began to soak into its body, the aching pain replaced with calm. Every inch of its body slowly filled with the pleasure of Ash interfacing with it directly, every fiber singing in the attention of its maiden. The way Ash stared at it, blank faced with a slightly open mouth, made it start to feel bothered, finding the android beautiful in her concentration.
Finished resetting the cybernetics of her warden, Ash’s vision flashed back to a blushed face on the pale skin of Helianthus, and a distinct bulge straining the crotch of its pants. The awkward knight looked away, stammering, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get hard.”
Ash laughed before bringing the rough synthskin of her hand to brush against Hel’s face, cupping its heavy jaw and turning it to face her again. “Little thing,” she began, “your attention to me is naught but appreciated.” Ash disconnected the mediated controller and walked behind Helianthus, standing on her tip toes to bring her head onto its shoulder, mouth directly next to its ear, before running her hands underneath the front of its suspenders. Hel whimpered, and Ash whispered, “My knight was so brave today,” hands covering its chest, “and I think it needs to be rewarded.”
Ash latched her hands down on Helianthus’ breasts, making a low moan erupt from the drying throat of the cyborg. She alternates between kneading one and softly groping the other, working up the already-worked-up woman under her palm.
The cloth covering her knight had to go, and Ash swiped the suspenders of the coveralls down, pooling the fabric around Helianthus’ waist, before dragging the sweat soaked tank-top above its head, exposing its bare, muscular back to the lecherous sight of the android. Hel stepped out of the legs of her over clothes, leaving it standing in tented plain grey panties. Ash quickly unbuttoned her jumpsuit discarded it, leaving her in the porcelain white shell of her mechanical body.
The two women stared at each other naked for a second, before clashing together in a mess of warm skin and cold plastic, eventually ending in Helianthus bending its neck down to kiss the synthskin lips of its handler while pinning her to the back wall of the room. Ash dragged a finger down the chest of her cyborg, pushing it away slightly from the kiss to have the room to ask, “Does my little knight want Mommy to play with her hole, hmm?”
Helianthus’ knees buckled at the question, whining hornily before nodding rapidly. Ash tutted, bringing her thumb along its mouth and looking expectantly into its eyes before it complied, stuttering out, barely, “Yes… please.” Ash tilted her head in, and Hel flushed before quickly addending, “…Mommy.”
Ash led Hel to the operating table in the room, bending its front over the edge, leaving its ass pushed out and up on its long legs. She pulled its panties down and its clit, dripping wet and red hard, sprang to attention. Ash gripped Helanthus’ asscheeks, spreading them and ghosting breath across the girlthing’s sensitive hole. “Beg me for it,” Ash rasped, before spanking its ass hard, leaving a red welt in her hands wake.
Hel yelped loudly, and easily began to spit out a stream of “please” and “Mommy,” nearly incoherent, before articulating, “I want your tongue in my pussy Mommy!”
Ash bent over Hel, leaning in to whisper in its ear, “Such a good knight, knowing how to ask for what it wants.” She slides down its body, and brings her mouth to bear against the begging little pucker of Hel’s hole. She tentatively licked over it, lamenting for not the first time that she could not taste with her tongue. Continuing the teasing, Ash laved deep through Hel’s crack, heating the poor thing’s libido to new heights, before Ash finally breaches its hole, slowly pumping her tongue in and out of Helianthus’ tight pussy. Helianthus cried out, its voice going from high alarm to a low moan as its asshole was played with.
Ash picked it up, driving her tongue into and out of Helianthus’ hole, destroying its composure, having to be held at the hips to not fall over from pleasure. Flicking her tongue deep in Hel’s ass, she eventually found its sweet spot, recognizing the hitched moan it makes whenever she toys with its prostate. She continued to lick and prod on its p-spot, abusing its poor insides that were already roiling with the beginning tightness of orgasm.
Teasing Hel further, Ash brought a hand down from its ass to cup the head of its drooling clit, dragging a short nail through its wet slit. Helianthus shook with pleasure, so close to erupting before Ash abruptly pulled her face and hand away, and it collapsed onto the table.
Ash stroked its back before quickly grabbing a bottle of water from the replicator and placing the bottle in front of the cyborg. It began to drink greedily, then turned around to look at the android programming the replicator for something new. This wasn’t food or anything, Hel would have recognized the codes, but Ash finished her typing and the replicator began to quickly print in silicone rubber. A large phallus was on the print table a few seconds later, and the replicator began to print out a thin, rigid rod and a strap-harness.
Turning around with a vicious smile, Ash pipes up, “Would you like to try something, my knight?” without waiting for an answer. She pulled on the harness, slotted in the dildo, and brought the rod over with her to the operation table.
Hel nodded, got a staring look, and then pleaded, “Yes, Mommy, whatever you want.”
Ash pushed it onto its back on the table and retrieved a jar of cybernetic lube. She dipped two fingers in, hooking a dollop onto her ring and middle finger before pushing the fingers against Helianthus’ begging hole, slipping in easily with the lube and prior loosening. She started slow, pushing in and out an inch to help Hel get used to the larger intrusion.
Ash’s voice goes soft, cooing sweet praises about how well Hel is taking her fingers, slowly crooking them to tease its prostate. Eventually, she starts scissoring her fingers, and Hel’s legs shot up with a deep groan, savoring the stretch of its tight hole.
After a little more time, Ash decides that Hel’s ass is prepared enough, and drags her fingers out to dip back into the lube jar to slick up her cock. Ash jerked the strap off a bit, taunting Hel with its size before pressing the tip gently against the rim of Hel’s asshole. Hel reached a hand out, and Ash squeezed down as she pressed the cock slowly into its depths.
Helianthus was seeing stars, the pressure inside its cunt burning it with pleasure. It felt Ash’s hips meet hers and moaned at the size of its handler's cock penetrating it.
Ash paused, letting her partner get used to the size of the intrusion in its ass, and reached for the rod, dragging one end of it along the skin of Hel’s hips and clit. “This sound is going to go into your clit’s pussy, my knight, okay?” she asked. Using her clean hand, she lubed the sound and the tip of Hel’s clit, making the cyborg moan out with each touch to its oversensitive clit.
An end of the rod slowly pushed open Hel’s urethra, sliding in with a delicious novel stretch as Hel had a new hole toyed with by its handler for the first time. Soon, Hel was stuffed in both holes, the sound as deep into her clit as could be held by Ash and the strap plugging her ass. Ash dragged a hand along Hel’s flank, and looked up to stare in its eyes as she asked, “Are you ready for your mind to be blown, honey?”
Hel looked pleadingly up, and stated, quite confidently, “Yes, Mommy, give me your cocks”
Ash began the double-penetration in earnest, dragging the tip of the strap out against its prostate while pushing in with the sound, assaulting its p-spot from two directions and two deliciously different sensations. Hel’s clit flooded around the sound, ounces of pre spilling onto its stomach as its insides were punished.
Ash slowly escalates the speed, thrusting her hips hard enough to make lewd slapping sounds when her hips clapped with Helianthus’ ass, pumping the sound in and out of Hel’s weeping slit, overstimulating the knights brain to a static mush, unable to comprehend anything but basically yelling out, “Yes Mommy, yes Mommy!” every time her prostate was prodded or pounded. She could feel it getting close to cumming, its ass clamping harder on the strap making thrusting harder, but she just increased the force she was throwing her hips at to keep the pace.
Ash closed her other hand around the shaft of Hel’s clit, making the cyborg let out a long, keening moan before the drip weeping from its slit became a torrent, covering its stomach in clear, sticky fluid in a drawn out orgasm. Throughout it, Ash doesn’t let up her attack on Hel’s p-spot, milking her knight for all the pleasure she could eke out of it, finally resting when Hel’s hand covers hers and pulls it to the side.
The sound needed to come out of Helianthus, and when Ash used her free hand to pull the rod out another little splurt of clear girlcum came out of Hel’s quickly softening clit. Ash started to pull her hips back too but Hel whimpered and barely got out, “Stay… in me. It’s comfortable.”
Ash laughed, but kept the strap buried in Hel’s colon, before demanding if they’re going to do a cockwarming cuddle they would at least be on one of the hammocks, not the hard plasteel table. Using hidden strength that Helianthus was familiar with, Ash carried the taller woman to the bunk room, and deposited the both of them in the hanging fabric.
Hel was asleep before they even entered the room, and it took a minute of closing her eyes before Ash entered sleep mode alongside it.