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🕑 Added 2024-12-05 02:57:11 +0000 UTC2k words
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“Sounds like you’re trying to get me to reconsider.”
“You are not as privy to the essence of life and immortal souls as I am, and I respect you enough to give you this one chance. Perhaps you should think on it.”
“You’ll give me the information I want in return, yeah?”
“I will… consider it. It would all depend on how well you’d perform, of course,” she replied.
“I’ve picked up a few tricks in my time. I think you’ll like this specific part of human culture.”
“Such conviction. I’m eager to begin if you are.”
“You’re not going to turn me into a vegetable or something, are you?”
“That all depends on you. Your mortal body may be driven mad by out coupling, but if you have the constitution, as I know you do, you may come out alive, but certainly not unscathed.”
“Then we have a deal,” he said, holding out his hand. Flashing him a sultry wink, she took it, pumping it once.
“Let us not waste time,” she purred her hand sliding up his arm, her claws leaving red welts on his skin. “Ah, but wait,” she added. “This room is rife with cameras, perhaps it would be best if they were disabled before we got messy.”
“Oh, right,” he said. “Maybe I can get Selena out of the lab for a while.”
“What about your little robot friend?” Sharrya suggested. “a machine of its complexity could provide assistance, I should think.”
“I’ll give her a call. Wait here.”
“It’s not as though I’m going anywhere,” Sharrya replied as he made for the door. Only now was he aware that his heart was thumping hard, was he really planning on sleeping with a literal demon? It went against every principle he and mankind stood for in this war, but if that was the cost it took to win back this country, it was only right to pay it.
The door clicked shut, he pulled his communicator from his pocket, tapping at the display. The pocket device was half-radio, half-phone, able to send out calls to any other device in the base, Andreas sending a ping to Eva.
It didn’t take long for the hovering drone to fly into the containment block, Eva must have been lingering nearby, expecting trouble.
“Seargent, good to see that going into a confined space with a demon has left you none the worse for wear,” Eva remarked. “How did it go?”
“She’s willing to give us the exact location of every gore nest she knows of.”
“Excellent! Destroying their key infrastructure has proven to be very effective in the war effort. Commander Valeria will be very pleased.”
“There is one slight catch I should mention,” he added, Eva making a go on gesture with a pincer. “In exchange for the intel, I have to sleep with her.”
“…”
“… Eva? Did you hear me?”
“I wish I hadn’t!” she complained. “Don’t tell me you actually agreed to these conditions?”
“Funny you should say that, it was my idea in the first place.”
Her drone visibly sagged, the robotic equivalent of a sigh. “Unbelievable! Seargent you joined this war to kill demons, not mate with them. I should have known all that voyeurism you’ve displayed for that creature would have accumulated to this…”
“There’s another thing,” Andreas added. “the quality of her intel all depends on how well it goes.”
“We’re screwed!” Eva sighed, Andreas folding his arms. “All that effort to get you in there has been for naught. Back to the drawing board, as they say.”
“Hang on,” Andreas said, raising a pointed finger. “what do you mean, we’re screwed? I know plenty of women who’d have a lot to say about my ‘performance’.”
“Point them out, then. Oh that’s right, your last procreative partner left over a year ago.”
“She was crazy anyway, and she didn’t have any complaints about us in the bed, mind you.”
“You’ve been calling Sharrya a crazy bitch since the start!”
“Sometimes that’s not a bad thing,” he said, putting it in a new light for her sake, as well as his. “And if we want those nests this is the only thing she’s willing to take as compromise.”
“I cannot believe the fate of this country now rests within your ability to become… erect,” Eva sighed, as though the word was making her cringe.
“It’s just sex, Eva, I’ll be in and out before you know it. In more ways than one,” he joked, but Eva was far from amused.
“Perhaps you should get some practice in before you begin the procedure?” she mused, seeing there was no alternative. “I know of several individuals of both sexes in the Rallypoint who have expressed interest in your person, a few you may know by name.”
“There’s no time for practice, I have to do this right now, before she changes her mind.”
“Well what are you waiting for? Get in there and do her. It,” she quickly corrected. “I meant to say it.”
“There’s just one thing,” he said, Eva bobbing in disappointment. “Relax this is different. Sharrya doesn’t want us getting down and dirty with all the cameras on, and I can’t blame her. Think you could turn them off?”
“You want me to disable surveillance on a prisoner now?” she asked, exasperated. “Do you have any idea what kind of security risk that poses?”
“I don’t want this getting out, Eva. First guy to do a porno shoot with a demon is not the legacy I want to leave behind.”
For a moment he thought she wouldn’t go for it, but then she tilted her drone in a nod. “Fine, fine, I can get into the system from the control room, loop some footage, but on one condition.”
“If you want us to sleep together too, you’ll have to wait until after I’m done with Sharrya.”
“Bozo,” Eva snapped, but there was a hint of mirth behind her tone. She told him to stay put, zipping out of the block and disappearing. About two minutes later, she returned, his combat helmet pinched between her grippers.
“Take this with you,” Eva said, thrusting it into his hands. “I want some way to monitor your vitals while you’re in there. If things go awry, if she starts threatening you in any way, I want to know about it.”
“I knew you liked eavesdropping, Eva, but this is uncanny.”
“I’ll put all the helmet sensors in low power mode, and filter out all other sounds except for my name,” she explained. “that way, should she try anything, you can warn me and I’ll send help.”
“I can deal with that, sure,” Andreas said, tucking his helmet under an arm. “Alright, here goes nothing.”
“I’ll let you know when I’ve disabled the cameras,” Eva added. “And good luck. You’ll need it.”
He watched Eva slink back out into the hallway, then turned for the cell. With a sharp breath, he pulled open the mechanism, the door sliding open. A quick glacne through the window proved that Sharrya had pre-emptively waited at the far wall for his return.
“You took your time,” Sharrya said as he stepped through the threshold. “Not having last-second doubts, I hope?”
“Just had a little chat with Eva about the cameras,” he explained. “She shouldn’t be long.”
“I for one, am waiting with bated breath,” she cooed, striding across the cell towards him. There was a tempting roll to her hips, the muscles in her plump thighs flowing with each slow step. She was putting on a show for him, he knew that, but he was no less distracted by the display.
“What’s this?” she asked, looking at his helmet. “I hope you do not plan on wearing that during our deal, I want to look into your eyes while we rut.”
“Eva wants a substitute for the cameras,” he said, suppressing a blush at her sordid words. “If you try anything I’m supposed to call out her name.”
“Like a safeword, I see.” She bent down, plucking the helmet from his hands, Andreas to slow to get it out of her reach. “There’s only one name you’ll be calling out, Andreas, I’ll see to that.”
She turned, placing the helmet in the far corner along with her discarded armour, her hindquarters rising into the air. That loincloth she wore was just like her sling, just adequate enough to preserve her modesty, but revealing enough to expose the underside of her generous rear.
Sharrya hesitated, then turned the visor slightly towards the corner. Maybe she thought there was a hidden camera in the faceplate, and she wasn’t wrong.
“There. I’ll allow her to listen if she’s so worried, but know that I won’t harm my little partner, machine,” Sharrya said, turning her bright eyes on Andreas. “He’s fragile, but I can make it work.”
“Fragile? Who’s the one who got put in a cell again?”
“Always so resistant. Please keep that up, Andreas, it’s been centuries since someone’s spoken to me with such strength before. Let’s not waste any time, remove your clothes.”
The combination of her overbearing presence and her authoritative tone almost made him do it on instinct, Andreas holding up a hand. “Hang on, Eva hasn’t disabled the cameras yet, just wait a second.”
“Then how about a little appetiser?” Sharrya suggested. “Let us find out if you taste as tough as you look. I want you to kiss me.”
“Kiss you? The deal was we were going to fuck.”
“You said you would, quote: let me have my way with you. That means I get to decide what that entails. Don’t pout, it’s your own fault you did no choose your words better.”
“Damned temptress,” he grumbled.
She walked over, planting a fist against the wall far above him, as though to demonstrate her vast height, Andreas swallowing as he met her gaze.
“Besides, does one simply rush to the main course, without first having a little tease of what’s to come?”
Her hot breath washed over his nose, his heartbeat making his ears pound. She was so big, so overwhelming, and he’d never felt so aware of it before, even when the two of them had fought tooth and nail back in the park. Maybe he’d bitten off more than he could chew…
He reigned these thoughts back in. He’d come out of that park the victor, and this was just another battle he had to go through, though on a far different scale of course.
He rolled his eyes, Sharrya giving him a knowing smirk as she sensed him relent. She made him come to her, Andreas reaching up to cup her chin from below, her flesh warm to the touch.
Her skull was twice the size of a human’s, but she let Andreas guide her closer, her eyes closing as their lips pressed together. She tasted of spice, her full, oversized lips sending tingled down his neck as they mashed with his comparatively cooler mouth. As mismatched as they were, Sharrya tilted her head at just the right angle, locking his lips within her own.
His chest constricted as the tip of her tongue brushed his lips, its texture softer than silk. She batted it against his teeth, silently demanding an entrance, and for the second time his body obeyed without pause, only he didn’t fight it now. A kiss was one thing, but with a tongue it was a whole other level he wasn’t about to cross, but the wires between his brain and his body weren’t working.
His reluctance was melted away beneath her hot organ, her tongue oozing into his mouth like a liquid, brushing at his inner cheeks and throat. His own tongue was burdened by its weight, his poultry muscle struggling to wrestle with this intruder, Sharrya giggling at his efforts. From the size of her, her tongue must be thrice as long as what he could feel, and it felt like she was pouring as much if its length into his mouth as she could.
His jaws bulged with her slick muscle, Sharrya gripping his collar with her free hand, becoming more aggressive with their kiss. His face flushed not just from the bawdy way she was handling him, but also from the heat. Everything about her was like a stove set to max, not reaching that threshold of being burning, but very close to it.
She held him like that until he ran out of breath, then for a few moments longer, breaking off with a wet, salivating smack, Andreas taking in a gulp of warm air. A strong of their combined drool linked their lips, Sharrya reaching up to wipe it away with the back of her hand.
“How I’ve longed to taste your mortal flesh,” she sighed, her eyes taking on a soft quality as she admired his features. “So squishy, but so wonderfully delicious. Give me more…”
She hovered an inch from his mouth, smirking when he waited for another kiss that never came. Instead she moved lower, sinking her teeth into his shoulder in a sudden bite. She didn’t apply enough for to break the skin, but he felt her razor fangs nonetheless, a seed of fear growing in his stomach as he watched her mouth at the sore left behind.
She used her two upward-facing tusks to nibble at his skin, an unexpectant shock of pleasure rolling through him. He’d been bitten by partners before, but with teeth as big as hers, the sensation was equal parts terrifying and titillating.
“I’ve found a way through to you,” Sharrya cooed, her eyes flicking to his even though she lacked iris’. “Flames, claws, bullets, you can shrug all that off, but it seems a soft approach leaves you exposed.”
“E-Enjoy your fifteen minutes, idiot,” he said, struggling to compose himself. “Might help you forget I defeated you and your army yesterday.”
“It has been so long since someone’s had the nerve to address me like you have,” she replied. “Maybe you do have the strength to survive a night with a demon. Maybe,” she reiterated.
