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Sneo towers above, gazing down at you smugly with eyes narrowed. A notable amount of black fluff sticks out in tufts around his neck. Robotic coil arms cage you in, and he plants his metal claws against the wall on either side of you. Colorful feathered wings extend outwards, each one spanning at least 6 feet in length. They block out the light from behind him, casting you in shadow. Both wings fan over you, causing you to feel a gentle gust of air. Him showing off his body like this while you're trapped only intensifies the fluttering in your stomach- and the heat in your face.
Your back is pressed tight against the cold wall as he traps you in, peering down at you through narrowed eyelids and grinning sinisterly. He has you right where he wants you, and he knows you want it too.
“WwWHA-T’s TH3 MATTTER, [SweetHeart]? [Never Before Seen] A GOD [Up Close And PErsonell]??”
The words ring through your ears and make you shudder. Nervously, you glance between his face and his crotch in anticipation. You spot a black tendril tip peeking out from some kind of robotic sheathe, but he won't let you look. He scoffs, his voice box emitting a distorted crackle.
"HEY,, ANGEL... mY [WINDOWS TO THE SOUL] ARE UP HERE...
A hand slides from the wall to curl around your chin, tilting it up to peer at his face... through the dense shadow casted over you, and into his hazy, glowing, dichromatic eyes. They penetrate through any sense of security you thought you had, and you feel utterly exposed under his gaze. But... in awe too. Something as simple as eye contact shouldn't be thrilling you the way it is. Tonight, you just want to lose yourself. You can tell he gets the message too.
Sneo's hulking body slowly leans down with a long, metallic creaAaaaK.... steam hisses from behind his pristine white teeth with the adjustment of his form.
" I T4KE IT... YOU WANt A [VIP Specil Access] [[CLOSER]] LOOK...?”
Spamton growls with lust in his voice, waiting for a response. He clenches his sharp fangs shut, preventing the steam from lingering out any further. You nod your head quickly with a blushing face, trying to get the gesture of approval over with fast so he doesn’t tease you for it... Of course, he does anyway. Delighted and glitchy cackles echo around the room before he cups his claws around your flushed face.
“AWW.. L00K AT YOU! SO EAGER TO [Please Me]… ARE”NT YOU? OH... H0w YOU’D MAKE A [Lovely Little Pet]…”
“BUT F1RST… “
The robotic joints of his knees creak and touch the floor as he kneels down closer to eye level with you, his frame still massive. He brings his coiled arms down from your face with a gentle whirr, and slowly creeps his metal claws beneath the hem of your shirt. They can barely fit underneath your clothes, his hands being so large. The contact of his robotic fingers on your bare stomach has you holding your breath in anticipation. The open palm shifts over it, its warmth radiating into your skin. A low growl rumbles within Sneo’s chest as he relishes in the feeling of your body… so small.
His fingers clasp around the clothes covering your torso and he begins to tug them off over your head. You lift up your arms to allow it. They’re tossed aside before he clamors down even closer to you. His fanged, grinning mouth opens to exhale a humid cloud of steam into your personal space… you shudder at its heat on your bare chest. He chuckles as you flinch.
“TH3RE [Angel]… ISN’T THAT SO MUCH B3TTer… <3”
He suddenly grasps your exposed waist, his single hand being able to wrap around your entire body.
“BUT WE ST1LL_HAVE_s0me WORK TO DO… IT”S ONLY [50% Off]…”
It feels as if your heart rate only increases tenfold. Yes… please.
He slips two claws into your pants and you make a startled yelp in response, which he snickers at. His fingers pry themselves beneath your undergarments too, slowly pulling down your bottoms. In no time, your pants and underpants are simply tossed aside. He lowers his massive head down to your bare crotch to teasingly exhale another breath of warm steam over you, this time over your exposed parts. And fuck… that gets you really bad.
“EHEHEHAHAH... GOOD. AN ANGEL STRIPPED BEFORE GOD… LIKE THEY SHOULD BE.”
Sneo opens his jaws halfway, allowing for a robotic tongue to glide over his teeth in satisfaction. Black drool begins to drip down his chin, just missing that spot between your legs. Fuck… please.
He reads the impatient tension in your expression.
“OH… WH4T’S THe_[Customer Complaint]?? IS THERE SOMETH1NG YOU W4NT ME [To Do] ?”
You were about to interject, but looking down at him with his huge head positioned in front of your crotch, robotic arms caging you in on either side, eyes looking up at you like that … your throat runs dry. You’re sure he already knows, and he snickers at your sudden compliance.
“EHEHA… ThAT”S WH4T I THoUGHT…PET.”
With that, Sneo opens his maw to gently lathe his segmented tongue across your navel. Gasping at the contact, you melt against the wall as he purrs. It’s a strange, but immensely pleasant feeling, especially when combined with humid breath and the gentle grazing of his sharp, predatory fangs against your waist. The gaps between each piece of warm metal are too small to pinch any skin, but still separated enough to let warm, black fluid seep through, presumably spit. The black liquid imitates the appearance of a pitch black ink, only thicker. It easily spreads across the surface of your pelvis with each drawn out flick- you quiver. The subtle tickling of the ridges on his wet, warm tongue electrifies your lower abdomen with pleasure, further backing you against the wall with trembling legs. You can’t even help it when his slow licking coaxes a quiet moan out of you.
“J-just.. Just a little lower…” Breathlessly, you beg him. Clouded by desperation and gently bucking your hips, you raise your arms from your sides in an attempt to cling onto his hair. Suddenly, your arms are restrained and slammed back into the wall by a spiral of green strings.. Sneo’s head darts up, cruelly dragging his tongue all the way up to your neck, leaving you gasping yet again. Crazed, he bares his set of fangs and growls into your ear.
“[Don’t Touch That Dial Just Yet !] YoU LITTLE [#$%*]… I’M [Running The Show] AROuND HERE…Y0u W!LL NoT [Touch] YOUR [GOD] UNLeSS CoMMANDeD SO…”
Foolishly, you forgot how scary he could be. The thrill leaves you trembling, arms still tied. In submission, you shut your eyes tight and nod for him. He cackles, glitches lacing his low, mocking voice.
“HAHAHA… G0OD…. s,So GoOD… KEeP TH4T UP AND I”LL REWaRD_YoU WiTh [Wild Prizes!]”
His praise sends shivers through your body, resulting in goosebumps. Sneo returns his gaze to your naked lower half, breathing over your chest again. Each one of his humid breaths over your sensitive skin feels like a step closer to heaven. And you know he’s barely gotten started.
He slowly lathes his robotic tongue dangerously close to your privates yet again, the sound manifesting as a quiet, moist crackle. Every small stop, change of direction, and teasing flick sends intense tingles just inches below the point of contact. His black saliva drips down closer and closer to your privates, only for him to lick and lather it around again. He stops the act and raises his open mouth from over your pelvis, a strand of dark drool stringing up from his tongue as it lifts off. He lets more drip down from his steaming maw. Gravity does its job- the thick, ink-like fluid dripping down your belly finally reaches your privates. And fuck- after all this time does it feel good. Letting out a whine, you let the pleasant, inky warmth soak in.
“AWw… LiKE HoW TH’aT FEELS ON YOuR [Pathetic] LiTTEL HUMAN FORM ?..?”
You should probably feel insulted, but you’re just flustered even worse, face burning. Helplessly, you glance up at him, arms still bound to the wall by his strings. His glasses glare and reflect you- and… You do look pathetic.
“I’M JuST [Weekly Temperatures Warming] YoU UP... WE’rE NOWHeRE NEAR THE [Finish Line]..!! EHAHA HAH AHAH !!!”
Bracing your shoulders in anticipation, he grabs onto you and rips you from the wall, freeing your arms from their bondage. But it’s all for nothing, as you’re simply now caged in his monstrous claws, laying back first on a large bed with a power hungry robot on top of you.. And he’s absolutely massive . His feathery wings are spread out now, practically filling up the whole room. The bed creaks, slumping down from his weight and somehow not snapping under pressure. His shadow casts over you yet again, and his separately chromatic eyes glow dimly. The triangle on his chest hums and glows to the same extent, flickering on and off with each hungry breath that flows over your naked body.
Sneo then sits up and kneels over you, shuffling so your head is positioned between his thighs… and so your shoulders are gently clamped between them, having the clearest view between his legs you could imagine. His plated stomach arches upwards, rising calmly with his low breaths, keenly observing your reactions. If he were trying to make you feel small and insignificant, then… he’d be completely succeeding.
“BET YOU”Ve [Never Ever] BEEN [#$&%]ED BY A GoD BE4ORE, HM? REaDY F0R_ME To FUCK YOU LIKE A [Toy Doll]?”
Above you is some kind of built in robotic sheathe, which already has inky black fluid trickling down its sides. Judging by how flushed your face has gotten, you’re sure he already knows the answer.
“EHEHAHAHA… WeLL. [REaDY Or NOT]...”
You’re suspended in anticipation, already feeling overwhelmed by his massive body on top of your own naked form… Are you ready?
You watch Sneo close his eyes, before clenching his teeth in a pleasured, growling groan- which catches you off guard and only makes your stomach churn more. From the sheathe, something peeks, before sliding out right above you with a moist squish; a large, smooth, tentacle-like appendage. It’s prehensile and pitch black, highlighted with a dark purple tinge and thickening near the base. Before you know it, his entire length is revealed in front of you- right above you at that. His dick is… bigger than you were expecting. Probably over a foot long. And when it’s this close, feeling the warmth emanate off it, it's nothing short of intimidating. It drips excessively with a similar inky fluid to his drool, except thicker- the drips just seem to miss your face. The appendage twitches, needing stimulation... Sneo watches as you stare up at it and huskily chuckles to himself, your reaction inflating his god-complex ego.
“AHAHaha .. [Eyeing The Merchandise] ARE W.WE NOW??”
You pry your eyes away to look back into his own- which are now even more clouded with lust than before… your mind wanders with what he’s about to do to you, body shuddering while anticipating the blissful night ahead.
“THEN.. YoU’RE GO’NNA [LOVE] WH4_AAT i HAvE [Now In Stock] fOR YOU TONiGHT… <3”