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He’s dead if he leaves claw marks in my desk, she thought dispassionately as NEO braced himself on its dark cherry wooden surface, panting like a damn dog against her speaker. His hips pistoning in and out of her frantically, the creepy eye-wing-whatever-they-were on his shoulders twitching with pleasure as he got closer to orgasm. Freak. This body was some kind of discarded mistake that a Lightner had created, so she supposed in that way it was perfect for Casanova, whose entire existence was a mistake—fuck!
She ground her teeth as he changed position slightly, strangling a gasp of pleasure in her throat. Don’t give him the satisfaction. There was one thing this body was good for, she couldn’t deny, and that was how big he was, filling her more than he ever could in his little puppet body or… or how he had been before. He was as tall as her now—a bit taller in the heels, which irked her—and the thick prehensile tentacle he called a dick pulsed and writhed inside of her, seeking out every sensitive spot. She braced her legs against the desk so she wouldn’t slide back on it.
Damn him, he knew her too well. Knew how to make her weak. She wanted to punch him in the throat. And he’d probably like it, the sick fuck.
“YOU’RE SO [Silky Soft Pajamas] AND [[Caution: Wet Floor]] AROUND ME,” he purred, and she felt his circuits jump and immediately stomped down the emotional surge, her antennae spasming painfully.
“Shut up,” she snapped back, unable to completely hold back the groan of satisfaction. “Just keep fucking me, you useless idiot.”
“LOVE IT WHEN YOU’RE [[Push-Me Pull-You]]!” He grabbed her hips—she nearly kicked him in response, she didn’t tell him to do that!—and began fucking her for all he was worth. Tenna leaned back on her hands for support, panting, her legs twitching as she resisted the impulse to wrap them around his hips. The desk clunked noisily with each thrust, but she ignored that in favor of focusing on the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her with filthy, wet smacking sounds.
“Fuck—I’m—-” A keening, electronic noise filled the room as she peaked, waves of pleasure rocking her, driving thoughts of anything except relief and the need for more from her mind. She thrust back against him as he sped up, murmuring filthy encouragement.
“T-THAT’S ITS [[Bunny Ears]], YOU’RE SO G-GOOD A-A-A—” NEO’s voice cut out in a burst of glitching as his hands tightened on her hips. She didn’t want to look at his stupid face as his cock swelled deep inside her, filling her with his spend. Great, now he’d make a mess—but in the moment, she supposed it wasn’t so bad. It felt really good, actually. His cock belonged to her, after all.
For a few quiet moments, she let herself enjoy the afterglow, although any deeper sense of contentment was muted. Her antennae loop ached, and she reached up unconsciously to rub it. More and more, she found herself regretting the alterations she’d gone through after—
No. Never forget why it happened, never regret it. No regrets.
I can never go back. I won’t go back.
“[[Bunny-Ears?]] U [[Okie-Dokie?]]” came the concerned voice near her cheek, and she brightened her vision to take in his still-unsettling, stark black-and-white face. His pupils had morphed into hearts, and the emotion it stirred in her actually hurt. She looked away.
“What are you looking at?” she snarled, feeling something like panic rise in her. She slapped her hand back down on the desk, and the shock of pain felt good. Grounding. Vulnerability would be something she’d never, ever let herself feel around him again. No matter how many times she used him for his body.
His eyes narrowed. “WAS IT GOOD FOR U?” he asked cheekily, his ever-present grin quite too self-satisfied for her tastes. Her lip twitched in distaste. He seemed to recognize her annoyance and changed tack. “... I L-L-LOVE Y—”
No. No no no. Her antennae ached.
“Shut. Your. Fucking. Mouth.” Each word was forced out between teeth clenched so hard they might break. NEO recoiled, having the nerve to look hurt. Where the fuck did he get off, saying stupid shit like that?
“BUT I—” She wanted to knock him onto the floor, but something inside her paused the impulse. Instead she firmly pressed her hand over his mouth. Ignoring the pain in her head, she continued.
“You aren’t going to hear it back from me, so… stop wasting your breath and my time.” He’d told her, or tried to tell her, that he loved her, countless times since he’d been back. Part of her wanted so badly to believe it. He really did seem like he did, but…
But he had hurt her, unforgivably badly, and she had promised herself to never open up like that again. He’d lost this chance.
That’s what she told herself. And him.
NEO’s expression changed, softening with something like remorse before he nodded shortly. She wasn’t sure if he really did understand, or was just trying to wear her down, but it didn’t matter. Her answer would never change.
But, it was… nice, to have him around again. Even though he had changed. She had too.
“Casanova.”
“YES, SWEETIE [[little darling]]?” he cooed, all smiles and adoration and servitude again. His hands gently moved to her bare legs, caressing the scars on each thigh. She swallowed hard. It was so hard to stick to her promise when he showed her such real affection and… and care.
“You… did good,” she finally admitted, allowing the slightest hint of a smile that wasn’t bitter or snide or fake. NEO lit up like a goddamn billboard.
“OOH, YOU [[No]] HOW TO MAKE A [[Guys and Dolls 1955]] FEEL LIKE [[$40 Million Lotto]] BUCKS, DOLL,” he practically squealed, thankfully not giving her a crushing hug. She’d curbed that behavior very early on. The enthusiasm was still… ugh, cute. Also annoying. “SO…” He finger-walked up her thigh, and she swatted his hand away with no real heat. “R U [[Rough and ready]] FOR [[Round 2!!]]?”
Actually, she had a better idea. With one foot she pushed him back, gently but firmly, sighing reluctantly as his already-firming, slimy cock slid free from her, followed by a trickle of cum. He made a disappointed noise, and then a glitchy sound of surprise as she got that foot up against his neck and pushed down until he was kneeling. She scooted to the edge of her desk, spreading her legs wide so he got a good look at her wet, dripping cunt. At the cum oozing slowly out of it to stain her nice polished desk.
Tenna grinned darkly. “I’m tired of hearing you run your mouth, so why don’t you use it to clean up the mess you made? Every drop.” NEO groaned eagerly as she tapped his cheek warningly with the white stiletto heel. “And don’t touch yourself or I’ll kick you in the face.”
Of course the threat only made that idiot more eager, but Tenna couldn’t find it in herself to be terribly annoyed as he dove in eagerly and got to work.