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“Vox, please, this is such a bad idea,” You warned, your own body betraying your words as you allowed Vox to set you down on the table in the conference room.
You arched away from his touch as he caressed the small of back. Your gaze flickered over toward the entrance of the conference room. The curtains that usually blocked outsiders from seeing inside had been drawn back. The glass began to fog ever-so-slightly as the body heat between you and Vox began to fill the vacant room.
“Baby, we’ll be fine,” Vox hummed against your collarbone, gently leaving a trail of kisses down to your clavicle. Each kiss left a static that fired off the neurons in your brain that told you that this was a good idea. His touch was burning hot, making you yearn to remove every article of clothing you had on.
“B-but,” You attempted to assert as the tips of his claws traced tempting circles near the hem of your pencil skirt. “if we get caught Velvette will fire me.” You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to trap the soft moans that were dancing on your tongue.
“Not with me, sweetheart,” Vox chuckled, leaving micro-electrical shocks along the most sensitive parts of your neck that caused your nipples to harden. They were the equivalent of little bites down onto your flesh, but somehow the little sparks felt even better.
“S-shit, Vox,” You groaned, dipping your head down onto his shoulder. This was getting dangerous for you. The sensible part of your brain was already getting fried over-and-over again by the force that was your boss.
Vox pushed up the fabric of your skirt slowly until it bunched up around your hips. He pressed his screen against your face, muffling any further protests with his mouth.
After the first couple of times you made out with Vox, you somewhat had an idea of how kissing his screen worked. You were pretty sure all of his mouth-parts were holographic-adjacent. His mouth didn’t feel like the usual pair of lips but he still had this engulfing warmth. Each one of his kisses absorbed you into a mind-numbing trance, like an aphrodisiac you couldn’t pull yourself away from.
And his tongue. You didn’t think it would be functionally possible, but he proved you wrong over and over again. His tongue was still anatomically the most confusing for you, but before you’d get to think about it for too long — he’d be drowning out your scattered thoughts with a quick orgasm. He loved to draw his tongue all over your neck and down your body, leaving a static saliva-like trail on your skin that burned pleasantly.
Your hands reached up for the frame of his face, pulling him deeper against you until he groaned softly into your mouth. Your fingers trailed down to his neck, wrapping your claws around his soft flesh. You squeezed ever so gently, testing the waters of exactly how rough Vox was willing to let you be tonight.
You drew away from him, looking at his face through half-lidded eyes. , Returning the favor, you began to leave a litter of bites along the side of his neck. With each deep kiss of yours against his skin, he’d let out a soft moan — squeezing your thighs hard. Vox’s pathetic sounds encouraged you more, tightening your grip on his throat even more and biting down harder on his skin. Your fangs left behind the cutest indents on Vox’s neck, a smattering of purplish-red bruises in their wake.
Hopefully those can be covered up by the next broadcast.
His deft fingers reached up for your blouse, slowly plucking off each button until your chest was exposed to him. For a moment, you let your grip on him go and slipped the fabric of your top off your shoulders — letting it pool behind you on the table.
“God, I need you so badly, sweetheart,” Vox hummed against your mouth, reaching up to unclip your bra.
“Take me however you want me,” You egged on. Oh, that lit a fire in Vox. Without a second beat, he got onto his knees before you and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Fuck he looked good.
Vox traced his sharp claw up your stockings — watching the sheer fabric begin to tear and run. You looped a leg over Vox’s shoulder, shifting your hips closer to his face. Through the sheer pantyhose he could see that you were dripping wet for him — your arousal soaking through your underwear. With a quick movement, he ripped apart the final layers of fabric to get to your pussy.
Vox dove in with fervor, plunging his fingers deep into your sopping hole and pressing his face against your heat. His tongue swirled around your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you.
You cried out as he abused your hole, feeling the burning stretch around his fingers. The sounds of his tongue lapping up your juices filling the otherwise silent room. His fingers curled up in you, the pads of his fingers pushing and pressing against that spot that made you sob.
Everything in your pussy tightened — knowing your orgasm would be arriving soon. Vox hummed against your pussy, the vibration tickling your nerves and making your legs squeeze around his head.
“Vox,” You mewled, hands reaching up to cover your mouth and muffle your filthy moans. “I’m gonna cum,” You spewed out between your fingers. You leaned back flat onto the table, back arching off the surface as you neared your climax.
“Want you to cum on my face,” Vox murmured against your pussy, tongue still abusing your quivering body. His pace only continued to hasten, his fingers plunging deeper into you and attacking all of the most sensitive parts of you.
You could feel that final tightening convulsion of your insides before your orgasm would take over. With one final push, your release came and you let out an embarrassingly loud muffled cry. You squirted all over Vox’s screen, your legs trembling around the sides of his head. He continued to lick up all of your cum and finger-fuck you through your climax.
As soon as he withdrew his fingers from you, you let out a whine at the sudden loss. Your hips grinded against the air, desperate to feel that stretch of your pussy again. Your body was overstimulated, thighs still shaking from the harsh orgasm he ripped out from you.
But God you wanted more.
Vox pulled back from you for a moment, scanning the sight of you with complete aroused infatuation. Lying there on the table in only your skirt and torn stockings, your cum soaking the table beneath you. Your usual proper up-keep devolved into the drooling, sniveling mess that you were now.
And it was because of him.
“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” Vox wiped some of your cum from his face with the back of his hand, drinking up every last drop he could. He swept you up into his arms, supporting you upright and keeping you flush against his chest. Vox’s large arms cradled you so gently, making sure you were still with him.
You looked at him with blown-out pupils, successfully fucked out with a lazy smile on your face. You leaned forward and gave Vox another passionate kiss, his mouth tasting like a lovely blend of your own cum and his usual electric flavor.
“Thank you, sir,” You hummed cutely, leaving a gentle kiss on his cheek. A light teal tint rushed over his screen. Aw, he was blushing. You giggled at his soft expression, leaving another trailing of kisses over his face.
“Don’t think we’re done yet, baby,” Vox murmured into your ear, dropping one of his arms from supporting you. He made quick work of undoing his belt, nudging open your legs wider for him with his knee. Vox took his cock into his hand, rubbing his length against your wet folds — coating himself in your cum.
“Get on with it,” You teased exasperatedly, half-heartedly reaching for his hips to draw him in closer to you.
“Patience, my dear,” Vox chuckled, lining up his cock with your entrance. Slowly, he plunged himself into you until he bottomed out. You pressed your forehead into his shoulder and groaned as your body adjusted to him. No matter how many times the two of you fucked, you never got used to the stretch your body had to accommodate for his size. But God you loved the sensation every time.
Without further preparation and warning, Vox began to slowly move his hips against you. His gripped onto your thighs, claws dragging against your soft flesh and leaving behind a fine trail of red scratches. Vox nearly pulled out of you fully before slamming his hips back into you, drawing out a squeamish moan from you.
Already overstimulated from your previous orgasm, you could feel another slowly be coaxed out of you with each plunge of his cock. Vox traced wandering circles over the curve of your breasts, the faintest of blue buzzes following. Each spark nipped your skin and aided in your soaking arousal.
He dipped his head down against your tits, licking long stripes along your chest. When his tongue would occasionally flick over your nipple, he would feel your walls clench around him. Vox took one of your tits in his mouth lightly nibbling along the sides of your breast. His mouth was so hot.
Your hands reached up behind his screen and pushed him into your body, desperate to feel every inch of him touching your skin. Your sweet moans were like a siren’s call to Vox, making him desperate to hear how loud you could get for him. He steadily continued to pump into your drenched hole, relishing in the squelching noises that your pussy was making for him.
Unbeknownst to you, Velvette and Valentino were passing by the conference room. They were making their rounds wandering the Vee Tower for any stragglers getting up to shit they weren’t supposed to. The fogged over glass windows were a clear indicator of something being amiss. They thought they caught some of their employees getting up to no good in their meeting grounds. And so they drew closer.
Valentino cupped his hands around the fogged glass, his already poor vision unable to entirely detect who was creaming all over their table. Naturally, Valentino always had a proclivity for watching and seeing the familiar cyan spark glow dimly behind the glass only raised his intrigue more.
From inside the room, Vox took note of the two bodies lingering right in front of the glass — two very familiar faces for him. Even if he couldn’t fully make out who was out there, he already had his suspicions up. Knowing that he had a gawking audience? That only made it more than eager to please.
“Looks like we have an audience,” Vox cooed, tracing a finger down the side of your jaw and turning your head toward the doors of the conference room.
In a panic, you began pushing against Vox’s chest — your better judgement taking over for a moment the second you saw lingering bodies pressed up against the room and looking in. Unfortunately for you, your feeble strength was not enough to push the Overlord off of you. Not that you necessarily wanted him to stop anyhow.
“V-Vox, please,” You stammer out. “I could get in trouble.”
“You’ll be fine,” Vox dismissed, bending down at the waist to continue kissing along the curve of your neck. The continued grinding of his hips against yours and the little zaps he was giving your exposed neck made you fall apart.
“They’re not leaving,” Vox pointed out to you with an impish grin, keeping a firm grip on your face and forcing you to look in their direction. Body betraying your mind, you tightened around Vox’s cock. You hated to admit this aloud, but knowing that someone could be so invested to watch you unravel at Vox’s hands was enticing.
“Oh, you like that, baby?” Vox mocked you, clenching his teeth together as he continued to thrust through your squeezing walls. You covered your face in embarrassment, ashamed at the vulgar sounds of Vox pounding your creaming pussy. Despite the shame, you encouraged him to continue abusing your poor cunt — legs wrapping around his hips and grinding yourself against him.
“Let’s give them a show,” Vox snapped his fingers and the locks on the doors to spark and burn out. The doors slowly creaked open, inviting the two shameless observers into the room.
Before you could yelp in surprise, he claimed your mouth and let your muffled cries spill out against his screen. Vox’s claws dug into the meat of your legs, his thrusts hitting even deeper into you. Your head lolled back, your eyes rolling into your head with pleasure as you could feel another orgasm threatening to erupt.
“Without me, Voxxy?” Valentino’s smooth voice perked up, the smell of nicotine filing into the space. Velvette stood next to him, arms crossed and very notably disgusted at the scene laid before her. But like a car crash, she couldn’t avert her eyes.
You didn’t dare to return their wandering eyes, a deeper sense of shame already nestling itself in your chest. How could you look the owner of your soul in the face while you were in your most euphoric moments? All while her associate was the one to get you in such a pitiful, messy state.
“Sorry, ‘Tino. I’m not sharing, this one is all mine,” Vox shot back, his motions getting more erratic and animalistic as he chased his own high.
“P-Please, sir,” You choked on your own moans, voice raspy from crying out for him. Your hands reached for the back of his neck for leverage as he continued to pound in and out of you.
“Make a mess for them,” Vox edged on, his hand trailing down between the two of you. As soon as you felt his fingers rub circles on your clit, you knew you were done for. Each of his thrusts felt more intense than the last, each stroke milking you for all you’re able to give him.
“Cum in me, please,” You begged, biting down hard on the firm muscle of his shoulder. “Need you to fill me up,” That firing pit of arousal in your groin continued to get stimulated, and you were so close to cumming on his cock again.
“Anything for you, baby,” Vox hummed, feeling his systems beginning to overheat and his own arrival catching up to him steadily. He groaned at the sensation of your fangs biting down harder on him — definitely drawing blood from him — and grinding against you with pure desperation.
Erratic and fierce, Vox plunged his cock as deep as it could go inside of you. Somewhere among his frantic pounding, your own orgasm beating his. Vox’s hand reached up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers entangling themselves in the mess of your hair. He gripped tightly, pulling your head back as you came all over him.
Your juices soaked the fabric of his slacks and his cock, his movements still unrelenting as he hunted down his own completion. With a few more eager thrusts, he finished inside of you. He shot ropes of cum into your pussy, hips staggering as he continued to rut out his orgasm. Vox nearly collapsed forward atop of you, he barely held himself up with his arms caging around your shaking body.
“At least fucking clean up in here,” Velvette groaned, absolute detestation dripping from her voice. A hint of disdain tightly wound around her words. She tugged on Valentino’s sleeve to get them to move along, looking down at the floor with embarrassment. The apples of her cheeks were lit ablaze with a flustered expression, refusing to make eye-contact with you or Vox again.
“If you ever decide to stop working for these two, give me a call, you’ve got some raw talent,” Valentino cooed, blowing a kiss your way as he ushered himself and Velvette out of the room. You barely even registered either of their words, or even the moment that they left. Your brain was so fogged out and dizzy with pleasure. All you could focus on was regulating your breathing and keeping your eyes open.
Once they were gone, Vox slowly pulled his cock out of the depths of your body — a pool of his own cum beginning to leak out of you and mix in with your previous climaxes that already soaked the wood. You moaned at the loss of his warmth inside of you, weakly pawing at his chest for him to return inside of you.
“You did so great, baby,” Vox whispered down into your ear, leaving little kisses underneath your jaw. He collected the dribbling cum with his fingers, fucking all of him back into you — earning a satisfied groan from you.
“Let’s do that again in Vel’s studio?”