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“It’s alright, Dear… I got you… relax.” Niran cooed as he eased off Ramattra’s modesty panel.
Ramattra’s voice box hitched when his vibrant, purple, and soft silicon cunt released into the air. Lilac slick began to leak from his cunt as Niran’s fingers grazed over the silicon folds. Ramattra squirmed beneath the human man, he couldn’t believe he’s giving himself up like this. A human? Touching him like this, he can’t believe that he’s letting this slide. Human flesh tracing over his pussy, he feels like an animal. Fingers trailing over his perfectly juicy cunt, of course Ramattra is shaking.
“Shhh… easy… easy…” Niran’s voice became soft.
Niran squeezed Ramattra’s clit between his index and middle finger. Slowly, he began to jerk it off… but he made sure to be careful with him. More lilac slick began to drool from Ramattra’s cunt. His voice box almost glitched when he moaned. Even though he doesn’t breathe, Ramattra desperately began to try and catch his breath. Niran’s human fingers jerking him off felt so unreal. Ramattra has only masturbated so many times, and that includes sex with other omnics. He barely has the time to do either, fingering never really did anything for him.
His past ‘lovers’ were never gentle like this. Stroking and jerking off his clit, never this gentle with his folds. Though Niran? Somehow, this human seems to understand how to properly please an Omnic Ravager. Ramattra let out a high whine as Niran gradually began to speed up. He tried his best to buck between the fingers. However, Niran used his other hand to ease down his waist. Trying his best to keep him in place, beneath him… looking absolutely beautiful… and fuckable for his cock. Ramattra whined once more as Niran’s grip tightened around the soft purple clit.
“Ahhh, fuck… fuck…” Ramattra whimpered as his hands tangled on the wires on his head, “Please… please…!”
Niran smirked, “Please what? I don’t know what you need… speak to me, Dear.”
Ramattra’s voice box glitched once more as he whined. Niran’s fingers pushed closer together, causing more pressure on Ramattra’s clit. Ramattra’s hands began to shake in his wires. Whimpers and whines began to mix, it almost sounded like he was crying from all of the pleasure.
“M… more…?” Ramattra pleaded with need in his voice.
Niran hummed, “I can’t hear you, speak up.” Niran’s tone became a tad bit more harsh.
Ramattra groaned as he threw his head back, “Fuck! Please, I need more!” Ramattra felt absolutely pathetic.
Begging? To a human… he’s never felt more humiliated. An organic species that ruined his people’s lives… and yet… he’s on the ground beneath Niran. Human fingers touching his cunt, pleasing him, making him need an orgasm from this… organic species of waste. So submissive, and usable but this damned creature. It’s almost funny, how the leader of Null Sector is giving himself up as a fuck object to a mere human. However, Niran’s touch… his words and his soft voice, does he think of him as an object?
“Your voice is so beautiful, I can’t wait to hear more from you.” Niran chuckled softly.
Ramattra was about to respond to his compliment, but ever so gently… ever so slowly… his middle finger and index eased inside of Ramattra. Ramattra arched his hips up, and Niran eased them back down. Niran whispered sweet nothing as his fingers pumped in and out of the tight folds. Ramattra tried his best to sink down to the knuckles, but he failed every single time. Niran’s fingers reached deep in Ramattra, exploring places that Ramattra never felt before.
More and more lilac juices began to drip out of him, coating Niran’s tan fingers. He gradually began to spread them out, then he quickly pressed his fingers back together. Ramattra screamed in delight, the pads of Niran’s fingers were directly on his sweet spot. All Ramattra could do is shake, whine, and curse at himself. It only started out as thoughts, thoughts that began to grow even more and more. With the seed of being submissive to a human is planted along his wires. Slowly enveloping his whole body… convincing himself that he’s only good to be a human cocksleeve. Ramattra's thoughts slowly began to exit from his voice box.
“Fuck… I’m so pathetic…” It’s only mumbles from his face plate… just mumbles, “Just a toy, useless for my kind. Mnn, fuuuuck.” Ramattra whimpered.
Niran cocked a brow as he listened to Ramattra’s mumbles, “Just a – fuck– cock sleeve… a pathetic machine made for meaningless sex. Only being used for – mnnn, deep… so deep – my pathetic cunt. I can barely cum for other omnics… why can I only become so undone for a human? Pathetic, useless…”
“Enough.” Niran pulled out his fingers.
Ramattra whimpered as he rested on his elbows to get a better look at the human, “Huh..? Why did you pull out?”
Niran licked his fingers clean before he spoke, “I will not continue this if you keep on saying such horrible things about yourself.”
Ramattra shook his head, “I wasn’t speaking.”
“You were speaking, Darling.” Niran rested his hand on Ramattra’s waist, “It hurts to hear you say that you’re useless.”
Ramattra couldn’t find the words in his coding to speak… even though he’s quite the leader, and talker… nothing was coming to him.
“You’re more than a ‘machine’.” Niran’s voice softened, “You’re Ramattra… a very intelligent, beautiful, and strong omnic. There’s no one like you, there will never be anyone like you. You’re amazing.”
Ramattra would blush if he could. When was the last time he heard any of these things? Compliments pouring from a human mouth instead of disdain, screaming, and abuse. Just dreadful things constantly spewing… but Niran is so different. How could he be swayed by one human? Is it his voice? His knowledge, or his ‘dashing good looks’ that humans are so obsessed with? Can one organic genetic makeup truly change Ramattra’s opinion on a singular human? Assumptions? Gone for good… well just for Niran.
“I’m… sorry.” Ramattra sounded defeated.
Niran shook his head, “Don’t be, you’re alright… Ease up, I know you’re close.”
Niran eased his lover back down as his fingers went back inside of Ramattra. This time, three went deep inside of him. Ramattra whined as he continued to shake even more. He’s right, Ramattra is riding up on his orgasm. He feels it coming… he needs to cum… he desperately needs to cum.
“No one has ever fucked me this – mnnn – deep!” Ramattra cried out as Niran reached his sweet spot.
His thumb began to prod at the clit as his fingers continued to dig deep in him. Niran, reaching and touching right against that sweet spot of Ramattra’s. More and more whines escaping from the omnic. Shaking, whimpering, whining… a cycle that never seemed to end. It keeps on going and going, it seems like it won’t stop until Ramattra finally cums. He could feel it, the rush building inside of him. His vision is becoming hazy, breaking… Pleasure, overloading in his body. His wires in his body seem to be overriding along with his voice box, he needs him… he needs Niran to make him become completely undone.
“Let me hear you, Precious.” Niran softly smiled.
Ramattra threw his head back once more, beginning to violently moan as his cunt ached. Finally, a rush of lilac cum spilt everywhere on his lover’s fingers. Niran paced his fingers, making sure to milk every ounce of cum from his pussy. Ramattra felt like his orgasm lasted forever. His pussy is getting milked by the second, he’s becoming more and more whiny.
“You’re doing amazing! So wonderful for me, such a spectacular sight!” Niran praised as his smile grew, “Ramattra, you’re absolutely lovely! You’re glowing with beauty!”
Ramattra whined and moaned at every compliment he kept on giving. Every ounce of cum drained from his body. He’s completely done for this session. Ramattra felt guilty he couldn’t continue. If he did… it would become painful with every dry orgasm he would give Niran. Ramattra laid there, defeated, a mess, and completely used up (in his eyes). He knows for a fact that his leg garbs are stained with his lilac cum. He felt himself ‘heat up’; knowing that he would have to walk around like this. Everyone will know that it’s his cum staining his clothes. God, he might as well play dead for the time being… or perhaps hiding would be better.
“You alright, Ramattra?” Niran chuckled, “I hope I didn’t jump your wires.”
Ramattra sighed, “Don’t start, you’re cute but I’m sure you know when to stay quiet.”
Niran shook his head from side to side, “Sorry, I just can’t help myself. I’ve never met anyone like you. Something came over me. You’re truly… exceptional.” His words are sincere because of his smile… it seems impossible for this human to lie in a situation like this.
If Ramattra could roll his eyes, he would. However, the way he speaks to him seems to get him all flushed. After all, Niran’s fingers are still coated with his cum. Before Ramattra could say anything, Niran began to suck on his own fingers. Cleaning off the lilac fluid with some moans of delight.
“Are all of you humans this… perverted?” Ramattra scoffed.
Niran popped off his own fingers, “Maybe it’s just me… you do taste sweet.”
“Augh, what about you? Do you need any–”
Niran wiped his spit off of his hands, “No Ramattra, I’m fine. If we continue, I’m afraid of excluding you. Let’s meet again. I would love to rendezvous sometime, let’s make it… a frequent matter. I would love that.”
So it begins, Niran’s words plant like a seed in Ramattra’s mind.