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“Only you could lead me to work on such utterly ridiculous and quite frankly… repulsive side project. I can’t even begin to describe how embarrassing this is to talk about…”
There were very few times you found the Ravager belittle himself so much, and this time you didn’t even know what or why he was doing it, there was no prior context to when he approached you.
It was a typical evening at Null Sector’s secret base, which to be honest was less of a base and more your home now — a home that you were nearly confined to at all times, being a human. After all, if Ramattra, the Omnic General of an organization so radicalized against humans, was caught with one? All credibility of his cause would be lost in an instant; at least, that’s what he tells himself. But over time, it was discovered that you were one of the few humans he could actually tolerate, and eventually that led to you being the only human he was outright mesmerized by. The fact that you were willing to give up everything for him, potentially sacrifice yourself for the cause of Omnic liberation as your own kind had repetitively treated you so poorly… it was like welcoming an abandoned animal to a shelter.
And feelings that Ramattra never knew he even had, just grew and grew until it was spiralling out of control, as if he was being lost in his own vortex created to drown enemies, he was now drowning himself. You couldn’t tell at first, because initially he was incredibly hard to read, bone white faceplate being the most monotone a face could ever be. Even now, he could sometimes be a code you had to crack into just to unlock how he’s really thinking and feeling. But back then, it was obvious you found him and his cause admirable, and that admiration quickly turned into a romantic adoration.
Eventually, you cracked that code, ciphered his true intentions kept behind several anti-virus walls, and discovered the love was in fact requited, and just like that, the rest is history.
Months have past since that confession, with days following a mostly strict routine of following Ramattra’s orders. Basic mechanical tinkering, behind the scenes administrative work, meditation, even the occasional combat training just to keep you on your fleshy toes in case something did go horribly wrong. Ramattra himself would either spend most time in the main workshop, or travel across the globe to wherever Talon demanded him to be, in the latter scenario he always made sure you stayed behind, although some growing paranoia in the back of your mind made you think that Talon were more than aware of Null Sector having a human employed for its cause.
Regardless of that, recently you’ve noticed Ramattra allowing more ‘down time’ to just exist outside of his biggest motivation in life. Whether that would be watching a movie that he would always get way too overly critical about, with his snarky comments such as ‘Is this protagonist thick-skulled? He’s falling right into the antagonist’s hands and he’s barely trying to hide it!’ in which you’d have to try and calm him down and remind him it’s just fiction, or creating meals together just for your mouth to feed, as it would remind him of simpler times back at the Shambali Monastery, or even… getting a bit frisky.
Ramattra once opposed such hedonistic behavior, always rolling back to the same old ‘That’s for human procreation, Omnics do not do such thing’, but eventually you convinced him to at least do his own research to discover humans also did it for other reasons, such as stress relief.
Ah, stress relief. That was definitely something he needed.
And with little surprise on your end, you both cherished these moments and felt the bond only grow with each passionate thrust he had to offer to you.
Yes, that does mean he had to craft his own length; in fact he actually done a lot more research than you anticipated, not that it would make you complain. Hours spent on methods of pleasure, making the add-on be able to self-lubricate, re-wiring it all to connect to his sensory nodes that he sometimes questions to Anubis why he even has them… and it has always been a better experience than any human has ever offered to you.
But damn his curiosity, Ramattra curses to himself for being so inquisitive on the human anatomy, because it came to him one fated night that he could, in theory, build himself the opposite sexual organ too. Seeing your face and drinking your moans during such fiery nights, he wondered if the sensations you experience really were as good as you made out to be. At the same time, he felt a strong disgust that he would stoop so low to be wanted to be dominated by a human. Why crave such a thing when it goes against his own goals to dominate humanity? Why did you do this to him?
So in secret, when you were out of his way and he had any spare moment, he would work on creating this new add-on — it was actually far easier than anticipated. After all, he basically already had a blueprint of how to reconnect sensory nodes and create self-lubrication on silicone, it really was more simple than he ever could’ve imagined. From creating machines with the intent to kill, to developing artificial sexual organs for his own pleasure, for you to take advantage of… he never saw himself going down this line of work.
And you immediately knew something was up when he walked out of his workshop, looking incredibly flustered for someone who doesn’t have the ability to visibly express such an emotion on his face.
“What’s wrong? I don’t remember asking for you to work on anything for me.” You tilt your head like an innocent puppy, because the lace of sourness in his tone, what once would’ve scared you, is just confusing you instead. He’s not making eye contact with you, his angular head turned to the side, as well as his posture looking rather lazy and not the usual stern, as if he’s admitting defeat to an enemy in battle.
“It’s… my curiosity getting the better of me. There is something I’ve been wanting to try.” You swear you hear Ramattra’s voice laced in a subtle static, and now he’s starting to sound like the innocent puppy. This was very out of character, and it only makes you want to probe further.
Being the good assistant (and lover) you are, you could never turn down such a request, especially in his intriguing state. “Sure, what do you want me to try my lovely?”
That pet name didn’t help, and it sent a shiver down Ramattra’s heavily coiled and wired spine. He’s shuffling a clawed talon across the industrial tile, and if he could sweat and gulp, he would be. He simulates a noise akin to clearing his throat and turns his head slightly towards your direction, but still not making eye contact with you. “Regarding our… ‘procreative’ activities, I have created something new for me to experience. It’s something that you’re… not probably, most definitely more familiar with.”
Silence. Your ears have picked up that the fans in his cooling systems have definitely increased in speed. A new experience, he says? And one you’re more familiar with. That alone makes you blush a bright red, steam feeling like it’s rising from your skin. “You’re gonna have to be more detailed then that, Ramattra…”
He sighs in frustration which makes you take a small step back, but fortunately you’ve been around him enough to realize that he’s probably more frustrated with himself at not being able to articulate his thoughts into words very well. He reaches down behind him for a peculiar looking brown box that’s tucked by the workshop door, and when he’s back up, his posture is back to the strong figure you’re more accustomed to as well as his optics gazing right into your soul. “Just follow me, please.” Ramattra asks, serious but quietly, almost a whisper. You oblige, and he’s taking lead straight into the bedroom quarters.
As if he were executing a programmed command, he firmly shuts the bedroom door behind you, closes the velvet indigo curtains that shine a brilliant evening sunset through, and places himself and the brown box on the edge of the bed, the air and aura around him starting to turn thick and pensive. You’re standing before him and tapping your fingers on the sides of your thighs, wondering if you’ve been reading the room wrong the entire time and are about to be told off for not performing well enough in bed for him.
“Your anatomy has interested me for a while now.” Wow, what a way to break the tension in the air, it feels like something electric has just shot through your entire body right down to your core when he utters those words. “Being an Omnic, I am able to change many things about myself, more than humans currently can at least, and…” His gaze is dropping down to his lap, feeling a very certain heat rise just from talking about how he’s transformed himself just for the sake of pleasure… a human pleasure. “...I have given myself what you have, and I would like to see what happens when our roles are reversed.”
And just like that, your brain goes blank. Fuzzy. Static. White noise. Nothingness. Your face mirrors the same, and Ramattra is looking at you, worried that he has completely shattered all expectations and highly regarded thoughts you have of him. That tension suddenly comes back with a vengeance, and the air almost feels like a thick syrup you both struggle to take in.
“If you’re not interested, then I can jus-”
“Ramattra, are you telling me you gave yourself a… a…”
“Yes.” Without hesitation and straight to the point. Respectable.
Your sparkling eyes widen, and now that electric shock that hit you earlier is hitting again straight to your intimate pearl. Definitely not something you could’ve ever seen coming, nor something you know how to process so fast… but despite that, you know it’s something you at least don’t oppose. With your mind starting to become a little bit more coherent, you ponder to yourself… is he asking you to fuck his systems out? Was he jealous about the previous sessions and wanted a taste of his own? But he seemed to enjoy being so dominant over you… being undone to nothing but a little human slut. And now he wants to try being that part of the show.
But now you’re wondering what it looks like if he has it on him right now… is it just a hole? Or does it look like an actual human cunt, similar to how he’s crafted his own cock into being eerily similar to a human’s one. And what does it taste like?
You sit yourself down on the edge of the bed next to him, and he flinches slightly at the sudden intrusion. “Well, may I see it?” It’s actually shocking how currently, you find this more interesting rather than hot, how far did he go with his research on this? Your mouth is becoming more wet, and you’re wanting to salivate over the thought of eating whatever he has, out.
Ramattra takes his hand to his modesty plate, and you feel like you can see his hand jitter ever so slightly doing so. When he takes it off, where you’d usually see a throbbing violet cock, in its place is a dark grey, near black pelvic area, adorned with a near-anatomically correct vagina — labia and clitoris colored with his seemingly trademark purple and vaginal entrance insides black, but already wet with the same substance that he has used for precum previously.
And suddenly, all neurons in you fully activate and you’re really feeling the heat yourself now.
“That looks… amazing.” You let out breathily, Ramattra seemingly physically relieved that you approve of such a creation of his as he lets out a puff of air from his fans, as if he’s been holding his breath this entire time. “But, what do you want me to do? Like… just finger you? I mean I don’t have a dick sadly.” Just then you notice he’s taking the box into his lap, already having a solution to this equation. You giggle in your mind, it isn’t Ramattra if he doesn’t have a solution lined up, right?
“Well, thankfully I like to think ahead.” He opens the box and… yeah it’s a strap-on as you figured. But this one seems special since it’s not just a boring, silicone flesh-coloued dildo, it actually seems similar to his cock, so similar in fact you’re about to question if this is just his but re-purposed as a strap-on.
“Is this… yours? And you want me to use it?” You puzzle him, your thighs now rubbing really tight together as you feel the tingling sensation take place in your own area after coming to such a realization. The Ravager subtly chuckles, and just like that, the air is feeling thinner again; you really could listen to him laugh all day, it’s music to your ears.
“That would be weird. No, this is an entirely new one I created just for this purpose; it should be the same size as my own however — give or take a few millimetres.” He clarifies, and admittedly you’re somewhat disappointed with the answer, but can understand his point of view. Whilst it would be incredibly sexy for you, you also realize you probably wouldn’t want to be fucked by your own dick if you had one.
“I see how it is… okay big boy, get yourself comfortable whilst I put this thing on.” If you’re doing to be doing this, you’re going to try and deliver the dominant tone he gives to you during previous times, even if you’re not used to it. And he obliges without a second thought, laying himself down on satin sheets that are about to be stained with his liquids as opposed to yours… that excites you so much, that you’re rushing to put the strap-on on you.
After fitting the strap-on tightly around your hips, you climb and crawl on top of the bed and find yourself to be the one towering on top of him, and it’s equally a strange yet thrilling feeling. You can feel how deep his gaze is and swear you can just about see his actual gunmetal optics too, and they’re just so beautiful, especially in the dark.
You bring your forehead to his, and nuzzle right into it — an Omnic’s kiss, he has told you in the past, and he is needily relishing in it. He feels a lot more desperate than usual, and you’re wondering if it’s the new type of stimulation he’s feeling down there is being the cause of that. A slender hand takes to the top of his cabled mane, and you stroke it tenderly as you move your lips to his chin. Ramattra seems confused on what to do with his hands, he wants to put them on your waist and massage his cold thumbs into your plushy skin, but at the same time he has an overwhelming need to touch himself in the same way you usually do.
So when you start moving your hands to his visage of a ribcage, he lets out a noise so weak and in turn, makes his clit throb. His hand is desperate, and starts moving to the brand new part he hasn’t even played with before, but you’re quick to swipe his wrist away from his unexplored treasure, and that makes him whine. “Ah-ah, you said you want the roles to be reversed, right? So this time you’ll be doing what I want.”
You feel him shift under you and his joints click, and he turns his head in dissatisfaction, not happy that you’re forcing him to be oh so neglected as he’s leaking like a faucet from his cunt. “Please…” And with that word from his vocal processor his head jolts back to your smirk as he’s grinding his legs together, desperate for some sensation, ANY at this point, because he is so empty without it.
In all honesty, you cannot bare seeing him like this, you really just want to give him what he wants and do not have the patience to draw it out in the name of dominance like he is able to do to you with ease, so you let out a sigh as your hands travel to the bars on his hips as you admit your defeat — just this once — you swear to yourself anyway.
“Fine, but only because I really want to know how good you taste.” And that immediately makes his voice box jitter as you’re lowering your hand down to be face-to-face to his glistening cunt. Everything from the clit to labia to vaginal walls seems to be made of silicone, unlike his cock which was previously a mixture of silicone and metal platings. With curiosity right in your fingertips, you gently hover a thumb over his neglected clit, a string of wetness already making contact with you. When it makes contact and gently rubs with a calculated intention, he finally lets out a heavily built up moan, finally melting into you.
“How does this feel, Rama?” You look up to the slits of his faceplate, and his optics could not be more locked, it’s almost blinding. You think you see his chest heave like he has suddenly grown a pair of lungs as he grips hard on the bedsheets. “It’s… a lot. But good. Keep going, please.” He admits with certainty, and you trust that this isn’t overwhelming him too much — yet.
Whilst you are gently circling his clit, two fingers on your other hand gently stroke his lips which only adds to the delicate noises he really cannot hold back on. The silicone is soft, and with how wet he is you’re able to glide your fingers with ease. At this point you’re really struggling to keep your own carnal urges down, so without hesitation you place your tongue onto his wetness whilst still playing around with his pulsating clit, really trying to devour the entirety of his cunt.
And he cannot keep quiet with his moans when you’re doing this, it’s such a beautiful melody. As expected, his taste is addicting, his synthetic precum having a natural taste with the tiniest hint of something citrusy added to the mix. It’s peculiar, not organic, but you couldn’t give a damn about that. You’re humming into him, and Ramattra feels that reverberate all throughout his systems which makes him choke on his own vocals.
You take your tongue to his clit and that really sets him off, scratching at the bedsheets as he erupts with a whine even he wasn’t anticipating. Ramattra holds back a cuss, and he’s almost wondering if this is already becoming too much for him. You both already have a safeword agreed upon — sunflower — but despite it being so much he also does not want it to stop, having human flesh on Omnic material, as much as he wants to deny it, is a match made in heaven for him.
It’s easy to detect how much he’s starting to hyperventilate and you don’t want to force him into a reboot this early on, so you take this as a sign to release your tongue off of him and wipe his slick off from your lips whilst he regains some composure. “You taste real good, you know that Ramattra?” And all he can do is shudder to that comment, unsure on how much he should take that as a compliment.
“Did you uhh… stretch yourself out before this?” You question, as you’re honestly ready to just dive straight in with this brand new strap-on of yours and hear him whimper under you. “No, I have not, I would prefer if you tested this with me before you properly start.” Ramattra affirms, he’s coherent still, but his voice is starting to sound a little rough around the edges slightly, like his throat is dry and needs a glass of water, except he obviously cannot drink.
“We can test that for sure, just tell me if it gets too much, okay?” You plead with eager eyes, and he nods in agreement. With that, you start to gently swipe a finger against his lips once more, which in turn makes him tilt his head to the ceiling, using every bit of power and code not to immediately groan again to make him look so… easy. It doesn’t take long before you gather more than enough of his juices and prod at his hole, instinct making his hips jolt in surprise. You look at him once more and hum, trying to get his attention away from the ceiling so he can really focus on what’s about to happen to him, and his vision is right back on you like a dog to its master.
“Tell me how much you want this, my lovely Rama” You’re teasing him, stepping up your game to put him in his place — below you. After all, this was what he wanted, wasn’t it? This is what he has been secretly craving for weeks, if not months now, would it not be fair to point out how much of a slut he can be for your human body? He gasps as your fingertip very barely enters his hole, but you want, no, need to hear his words before you do this to him, to confirm the hierarchy of tonight’s ordeal. You, a human, are above the leader of Null Sector. And he will acknowledge this.
“I need this.” Barely panting out, but that’s not enough to satisfy you. Where are his manners? He cannot just demand this, not when the Fighter for Omnic liberation is being reduced to a state like this, lying down pathetically right below your frail human body that he can so easily destroy without any effort. “Say please, I know you’re capable” You mock, and he hates it, he’s despising it, it stirs him mad that he cannot immediately get his way and just get fucked so tenderly on command. This was his territory, you’re in his space, yet here you are making all the rules and telling him how to act, and his circuits feel a buzz of frustration, yet desperation.
“PLEASE give yourself to me, I need it please!” What a way to talk to your partner, huh… so needy, his cunt so deprived of being filled… no longer. You take his plead and thrust your finger into him without care, and he wails in pain and pleasure, head knocking straight back. It’s impossible to hold back a snicker seeing his reaction, someone so big, turned on by one small human finger… so cute. “Look at you, you’re so pretty like this!” And you don’t even think he’s listening to you when you mock him this time.
No matter, you start to gently create a rhythm with your finger, and his walls are eating you right up. He feels so soft internally, for an Omnic so tough externally, one word comes to mind — addicting. It’s an addicting feeling as you pump in and out of him and hear him try to hold back pants. Never in a million years did you ever think you’d see Null Sector’s General fall down to a human like yourself so easily, and all it takes is a single finger to make him turn into a puddle. Speaking of puddles, he’s already creating one on the bedsheet, it’s like a lubrication overdose!
He’s taking you so well, and you coo into him with compliments when you decide it’s time to add a second finger into the picture. Your name is spoken, which by animal instinct makes you pick up to a faster rhythm, and that is just what Ramattra is looking for as you’re breaking into his juicy cunt, made just for you. “Ahh, hahh, aghhh-” It’s consistent now, and you feel like he’s stretching out quicker than you thought, so there goes the third finger too.
By now there are multiple warnings on his HUD warning about overheating, potential fan and cooling failures as well as thread of a system shutdown, and he’s struggling to fight through and clear them all whilst he is so blinded by pleasure. The squelches of his liquids is tantalizing, it makes you want to dive back in and taste it again, but you figure it’ll make a nice dessert when you take those fingers out of him.
“I-I think I’m close already, I- ahghghhhh-” It cut off with almost a growl, the carnal side finally reaching him too as he’s desperately chasing his release like a lion running towards its prey, but you cannot let him get it that easily; you haven’t even gave him a taste of your cock he designed for you yet! So, with a cruelness disguised with love, you pulled out of him abruptly, which makes his hips jerk — and the mighty Ravager whimper.
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, we haven’t even done the last part of testing yet!” You forcibly remind him by showing off the strap-on that he has somehow forgot about, getting too lost in his own ecstasy. Ramattra groans, feeling so empty already, and doesn’t want to waste any further time with your needless sardonic words.
“Remind me Ramattra.” Of course, you cannot help but continue to tease him anyway as you rub the tip of your strap-on cock on his wet cunt, lubricating yourself for his sake, mind you. “How do we ask nicely when we want something?” And by the Iris, if Ramattra could suddenly take matters into his own hands and dick you down for talking back at him so much right now, he would. He would never let you have this much authority over him… usually.
“I am not doing this again.” Ohh, he’s stubborn, if he could squint his eyes at you with annoyance, he absolutely would. But if Ramattra wants you so badly, then unfortunately he has to learn the hard way that he has to play by your roles for tonight. You’d think he’d be smart enough to get the memo by now, but clearly you need more force! So with a sly giggle, you stop teasing his needy hole and pull yourself back away from him, and start playing with a loose wire on his inner thigh instead. “Hmm, I guess you didn’t want to try this that much after all. What a shame.” As if you couldn’t sound more sarcastic which quite literally grinds Ramattra’s gears. On the outside, his body language presents as frustrated and tense, but on the inside, in his code, he is practically begging for you to take him, use him, make him yours.
“Please…” It sounds like a whisper from him, and that’s definitely not going to be enough for you. “Please what, Ramattra?” His vocal processor clicks a few times, mentally preparing himself for the shameful words he is about to transmit from his clearly flawed and dysfunctional systems. “Please fuck me. I need you in me.” Hm, good enough for you! And you make sure to communicate that with a loving smile and a kiss to his forehead.
“Good boy. That’s much better.” And just like that, you start slowly inserting your cock inside of Ramattra, and the sensation is more intense than the fingers clearly as the moan he lets out is almost startling. You pause, wondering if the stretch is too much for him, and pay attention to his faceplate. Tilting your head, you’re silently asking if he is okay, and he seems to understand the message when he puts one of his hands up to a ‘pause’ signal. He lets his cooling system take a few deep gulps of air in and out, and hearing the process is almost therapeutic. After a few moments, he looks back to your concerned expression and lowers his hand back onto the sheet. “Go.”
So you go, and continue your advance into him. You hear him mimic an audible exhale, and you’ve always found it adorable how despite hating human behavior so much, how he replicates a lot of the sounds said ‘foul human insects’ create, it makes you wonder if he even realizes he’s doing it or not, if it’s something he’s learned or something that’s natural to his AI. Whatever the case, that’s not the priority to think about right now, the priority is to make him experience the exact same pleasure he puts you through, a mutual gift almost.
Your length is mostly inside, and he’s taken it really well which you verbally reward with another ‘Good boy’. As he expects of you, you finally start on what he’s been truly waiting for this entire time, and lovingly fuck into his tight cunt with purpose. The melodies he produces, the way he is spread out for you… you never thought you wanted this, but now you have it, you cannot get enough. Now you understand why he loves seeing you become a mess under him too, you get it! You really do!
It’s not long before your thrusts make it so your cock is fully inserted into his walls, and for Ramattra, whilst it’s overwhelming, it gives him a sense of him still conquering a battle. In his mind, yeah he’s basically riding you, but riding you to another victory, and that he is still truly the dominant one in this scenario, after all, he could never fall for such a little human… can he?
Well, he thinks that, but when you put your thumb back on to his violet clit, his thoughts start melting away into a mess of static, and his hips are joining in on the thrust, moving along with you in a rhythmic motion as you both produce a brand new symphony. You cannot deny that underneath the strap-on, you are soaking wet and throbbing yourself, wishing that you were back in your usual places and Ramattra being the one fucking you to the Iris and back, but he asked for his. He longed for this, and that touches you in a way that makes you want to tear up whilst ravaging into him.
“I can’t, this is s-s-so m-m-m-u-u-ch” His voice is seriously glitching now, and you’re wondering if he’s about to crash. With your free hand, you urge him to let go of the bedsheet and intertwine his with yours, and he does so, binding yourself together in a brand new bond. “You’re doing so well my lovely, if you need to cum, don’t hold back. I love you so much.” You’re becoming breathless yourself, but you cannot imagine how stressful it could possibly be having so much stimulation and possibly being on the urge of having a forced reboot. You were mockingly mean to him earlier, but now you really want to prove how much you care for him, how much you appreciate being accepted into his life when he could’ve turned you away so easily, now blossoming into something so serene yet fiery and passionate.
You push on just a little bit harder and swear you start hitting on some kind of nub inside the end of his walls, is that supposed to be some kind of g-spot he created? Your suspicion is quickly confirmed whenever, when he roars a regal “Yes! Right there!”, and so you deliver on your promise, which is so quickly turning him into a gargled mess of incomprehension. You repeat his name, but he cannot repeat yours back as he is close to his climax, your legs starting to turn into gelatin with how meaningful your plunges are.
Ramattra arches which takes you by surprise, and he cries out the loudest moan of the night as he rides out his orgasm on your cock, in turn making you shudder, pant, and actually tear up this time. However, during the height of this all, the red lights on his forehead flicker before abruptly turning off, and his cunt walls suddenly turn exceedingly tight around you to the point where you cannot even pull at all — like a clenched jaw. A forced reboot, you conclude, and you wisely use this time to catch your breath after trying to keep up with his body’s demands.
Looking down at his side, you notice your hands are still locked in place and intertwined, and giving it a quick shake makes you realize that yes, your hand is also locked in place with his too. But to you, it almost feels symbolic. A way of communicating that you both will never, ever let go of each other, no matter the difficulties and differences you both face, the souls you have, and yes you were one of the humans that believe Omnics definitely have souls unlike most, are bound and meant to be, and now gentle tears flow from your face as you watch over him, unconscious.
A few minutes pass, and he is slowly coming back online, red LEDs flickering back to life and his fingers flexing in your grip. You wipe your tears as you don’t want him to suddenly interrogate why you are crying after plowing him, that would probably ruin the mood after such a wonderful night, in your mind. He adjusts himself up slightly to evaluate the aftermath, only to realize that you are essentially — cockwarming him.
“You are still inside of me?” Ramattra bemuses, unsure what to make of it. What reason would you have to still be inside of him like that? There is no chance he can go for round two, he is way too spent for one night. You start to fluster and clarify, “You tightened up real bad during your reboot and I couldn’t get it out! I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be weird-”
It’s ridiculous, and he laughs to let you know it is. Such an easy way to calm your nerves, you can’t deny. “I believe you. I suppose that will be something I have to fix.” He humored to you, seeing the mild anxiety plastered on your face, and relief flows through your veins. With that being said, you slowly make way out of him and he gently sighs at the sensation. In a way, you’re slightly disheartened that there was no way to cum inside him, it would be nice to see how he reacts to such a phenomenon, like how he plants his synthetic seed in you.
You flop right next to him and huddle up to his neck, nuzzling in to the scent of incense on his scalf. “So, how was it? Do you prefer it to the usual?” Now you want all the juicy details from him. His preference, how you performed, how you could improve your performance and domination, how he could improve the stimulations for himself, and so forth. Ramattra hummed, looking to the ceiling to think about his answer. Whilst doing so he places and arm around your back, rubbing you gingerly as a way to applaud your efforts and collaboration for the evening.
“I did enjoy it, more than anticipated actually.” That makes you smile, until he continues. “But.”
And that smile ever so slightly disappears.
“I think each way has its upsides and downsides. For me, the biggest downside that outweighs the most, is not hearing those sweet sounds of yours, and not seeing you beg underneath me.” The last three words sounded venomous, which makes you blush; but you can’t blame him for desiring what he is most used to. This was a completely different change of pace, a new experiment, and in the end it was trialed and Ramattra still deemed it as a success. Actually, when Ramattra says he enjoyed it more than he thought, that was an understatement. You felt perfectly molded to him, and whilst climaxing straight into a reboot sounds terrifying to a human like you, for an Omnic like him, it’s blissful. It’s heavenly. It’s divine.
“So… you don’t want to do this again?” You perplexed at him — you wouldn’t be mad if he didn’t want to do it again, even though you thoroughly enjoyed it yourself, but you just couldn’t quite connect the dots on what he’s trying to imply. You move your face up to his forehead and nuzzle into that area instead, desperately looking for another kiss.
And he returns it, pressing back into you. “We can do it again. You did excellent. But I already miss how we usually do these things, you are just too perfect for me. My perfect little human.”
That’s all you needed to hear. Before your heart beats into his machinery, and you both feel it intensely. There couldn’t be anything better right now.