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Look up "insatiable" in a dictionary and you'll find a picture of Scout Officer Ariane Yeong and LSTR-512 engaged in such debauchery it'll make your toes curl.
Their first time had smashed to pieces a dam holding back all desires and thus unleashed a flood, sweeping them away in the currents where they ride the waves – and each other – to a wonderful world of sex. Like with kissing it starts out awkward and clumsy, but practice makes for more refined experiences each time; learning what they like and don't like, what makes their backs arch and legs quiver. They won't learn everything about lovemaking or even master it for a long time, but they're more than happy to just crash into each other when lust takes hold.
Elster hadn't thought it possible for Ariane to become even more beautiful, but sometimes she likes being proven wrong, especially when the love of her life practically dances around the ship with a song on her lips, glowing from a night of passion and her gorgeous red eyes having a faraway look as if she'd witnessed the gates to heaven. The Leng-born beauty may look angelic, but the thoughts brewing in her head and desires bubbling away in her body are burning like a written sin.
As willing as she is to turn Penrose-512 into a den of vice and claim Ariane on any and all flat surfaces available, Elster worries about her self-control. She tries to get work done and be responsible alongside her newfound duties as a lover, bless her heart she does, but she's concerned with how easy it is to ignore her work in favor of screwing with Ariane. Worries that favoring Ariane will neglect the ship, or that favoring the ship will neglect Ariane. Hell, right now – she's working on switching out some lights but all she's doing is looking at her hands and imagining her fingers wrapped in Ariane's warmth, exploring her inner depths, curling her digits in the way that makes her sing...
Elster has to ask herself, Is this normal? And her Self answers, which she can't imagine is normal for anyone. While not an expert on the subject, she's fairly certain that talking to yourself is symptomatic of insanity, and she's definitely insane for Ariane.
It's perfectly normal.
But all I'm thinking about is sex. All I want to do is have sex. Welcome to puberty, kid. Be glad you don't have to deal with menstrual cramps.
Elster shudders at the idea, having helped Ariane deal with plenty of those already. Sometimes being a Replika has its perks.
If it makes you feel any better, I was the same way.
It... does, actually. It makes sense. You're young and in love. Things will cool off after a while, but you won't get sick of it.
Any tips for focusing on getting work done without distracting myself? Think of math. Never liked math. Fuckin' witchcraft.
Elster chuffs. But it's working; she has an easier time getting this chore done without letting her mind wander. At the same time, however...
I'm pretty sure you're a sign of my persona degradation. Is that what we're calling it now?
What else would talking to what is clearly a personification of my Gestalt memories be called? Using a spirit board to contact your ancestors.
I'm serious. So am I. Ariane clearly isn't about to send you back for decommissioning and replacement. Do you feel murderous urges or anything?
No. Then you have nothing to worry about.
I suppose you know a thing or two about being in love, don't you?
There's a distant feeling of warmth inside of Elster, but it's not hers.
That's right... my Alina.
Do you miss her? Always. But maybe a part of me lives on in her, wherever she is now. That's good enough for me.
So don't you dare let go of Ariane.
No. Never. I'd rather die. I would die for her. I... I'd kill for her if I have to.
Elster spots her distorted reflection in the replacement bulb, bearing an eye patch and longer hair. The Gestalt smiles, wolfish, and is replaced with Elster's image when she blinks.
That's the spirit.
It's one of those cycles where they don't immediately use the nearest room or flat surface for less-than-wholesome definitely not AEON-approved purposes, but they are clingy. Ariane sneaks up on Elster sometimes to give her a hug; no reason why, just for the sake of holding her. It's enough to make a biomechanical technician's heart melt, the fact that they don't even have to do anything extravagant to express their love – simply enjoying each other's company is more than enough.
The sex is awesome, though. Elster will gladly settle between Ariane's legs every day if she asked – after doing some personal maintenance, she has discovered a way to make her hand vibrate and would like to bring it up the next time they're feeling frisky.
As lewd as her thoughts get, however, certain Gestalt turns of phrases still go over her head. Some she understands perfectly fine, after a giddy post-coitus Ariane had sung a bawdy old tune to herself the cycle after their first time, a shamelessly energetic celebration of losing her virginity and positively riddled with all manner of colorful euphemisms, but the more esoteric ones leave Elster baffled until a giggling Ariane spells it out. One such suspect series of words catches Elster off guard while she and Ariane are comfortably reading books in the observation room.
It's not even one of Ariane's favorite political smut dramas, but a perfectly tame mystery thriller. Elster first thinks to save herself some embarrassment by asking the one-eyed ghost in the back of her mind about it. The ghost promptly starts snickering. Very helpful.
"I have a potentially silly question," Elster says out loud.
Ariane peers up over her own novel. "I have a potential answer that may or may not be silly."
"What does 'ride a dragon upon the Empress' mean?"
A very slight pause ensues as Ariane considers the question until she ducks her head and unleashes a high-pitched wheeze of a laugh, which Elster hopes is aimed at the question itself and not her ignorance of Gestalt colloquialisms. It just now occurs to Elster that this is most likely a sexual reference dressed up in polite poetics.
"It's a dick joke!"
"I think I figured that out as soon as I asked."
"No, no, there's this whole thing!" Ariane's face is bright red as she explains through giggles. "Okay. Context. Dragons in Imperial symbolism are all about divine power and regality and benevolence, right? They also look like snakes. Snakes have a certain, heh, symbolism on their own."
"Oh no," Elster realizes. She fights to stop herself from grinning.
"Oh, yes. The Empire says snakes are symbolic of beauty, and the Nation says snakes represent lust and treachery. So when the war started, and this is from an eye-witness account courtesy of Isa and Eri's mom, suddenly you'd see all kinds of spicy graffiti from soldiers in the People's Army—" Here Ariane starts laughing again, "—of the Empress riding on a dragon shaped like a giant penis!"
The ghost in Elster's neural pattern is howling now, and the Replika has a sneaking suspicion that she herself might've scribbled such graffiti during lulls in the chaos of war. Suddenly an image pops into Elster's mind of a crudely drawn naked woman etched onto a wall, astride a proud and erect specimen of a dragon, ropes of flame or something else spewing from its mouth. It takes all of three seconds for Elster's composure to crack and she doubles over in a fit of guffaws, Ariane nearly collapsing from her chair.
"Oh my god, I need to show you a picture, it's so stupid but it's fucking funny!"
"I regret everything!" Elster squeaks.
Once one of them bursts out cackling at something all they can do is let it all out, until both of them sigh out the happy 'ahhhhh' of a good laugh leaving an ache in the stomach and slump down to recover. Elster has an adorable tendency to cover her mouth when she really laughs whereas Ariane belts it out with her whole heart, not needing to hide it behind the polite veneer of an obedient citizen.
Ariane rubs her belly and smiles. "Where did you learn that from, anyway?"
Elster holds up the book in question and Ariane takes a peek at the passage, starts snickering again. Turns out the detective in this sordid tale has discovered a note describing no less than three euphemisms for having sex in a broom closet plus one instance of riding the Empress in a private office.
"I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you!" Ariane gasps while catching her breath. "It's such a a stupid joke but it kills me every time!"
Elster's laughter peters out, feeling a happy tingle in her center of mass. "Neither of us are immune to dick jokes."
"No we're not! But, you know, as funny as the mental image is..." Ariane spares Elster a glance, bites her lip. "I wouldn't mind trying it for myself. See what it's like."
A beat.
Elster considers her words carefully.
"You want to – uh – ride a magpie upon... the Penrose?"
If the ghost could slap a palm to her face, she would.
Ariane snorts, lightly claps her palm on Elster's cheek. "Yes, you dork, I want to ride your proverbial dick on this ship."
"Without dinner and music first?"
"Oh, I'll give you dinner and music," Ariane purrs, making a show of crossing her legs.
Just like that, Elster's fingers itch to grab hold of those legs and put them over her shoulders, bite and kiss her way up those soft thighs until she has to pull that skirt up and see whether Ariane has decided to wear panties or not. In one swift motion she swings from her own seat and cages Ariane in hers, looming over her imperiously.
"And after?" Elster husks.
Ariane reaches up to pull Elster down, the Replika grazing her teeth along a jawline. "After..."
"Yes...?"
"I would have you on the floor while I ride your cock like a dragon."
A beat.
"Do...?" Elster's smolder falters. "Do you actually have a...?"
"No," Ariane admits with a pout. "Supposedly there was a secret underground shop in Sector-C that sells sex toys and all, but I was never brave enough to see for myself. They also wouldn't have let a high school girl in. It's too late now, but I wish I could've seen their, you know, stock."
"The cock stock?" Elster deadpans.
"Cock stock!"
While Ariane laughs, Elster considers her options. Ordinarily, Ariane "riding the dragon" would be a problem due to the obvious fact that Elster lacks anything in the way of phallic devices, but she is nothing if not resourceful. Already she's working with her (very limited) knowledge of such an appendage and goes through the mental process of figuring out how to go about making something to satisfy this particular itch.
"Elster?"
"I'm thinking."
"Stop if it starts to hurt."
Ariane giggles when Elster pokes her in the side, the Replika giving her a dry look.
"I'm thinking I might be able to just make one out of the spare parts in storage."
"You can do that?"
"How hard can it be?"
Ariane opens her mouth to wisecrack but closes it upon deciding against grabbing such low-hanging fruit... heh. Elster rolls her eyes fondly, figuring her love's train of thought wandered someplace filthy.
She continues, "The only problem is, I'm not sure about the exact, well, measurements."
"Why don't I help out? I might be able to figure out the more intimate details like that. This could be a fun little couple project."
"Do Gestalt couples usually workshop sex toys together?"
"I have no idea!"
It turns out that building a dildo from scratch is remarkably time consuming.
From the planning stage, Elster wants to play it safe and make the shaft a modest but respectable six inches. Ariane wants nine. Elster holds a tape measure to Ariane's lower body and insists that she will not create something that could possibly "split her in half". The couple chooses to be diplomatic about this and decide via rock-paper-scissors, at which point Ariane wins. She consoles Elster with the knowledge that if she can't, in fact, handle a penetration that deep then Elster is clear to chop off an inch or two. After all, not even Ariane knows how much she can handle, and this way they can test the waters and make adjustments from there for future sessions.
Next comes the laborious task of converting spare Replika parts into a nine inch long, two inch wide shaft (Ariane wants to try for three inches wide, then two and a half, but Elster won't budge from two at most because erotic literature is hardly an accurate account of anatomy, let alone safe sex, and Ari is already pushing her luck with the length). Elster works alone during this stage, Ariane admitting that she's no good with sculpting but trusting her lover to make the best call regarding the overall shape, though she likes to pop in and tease Elster about the current state of "Frau Drache".
"You're naming the dildo?"
"If I'm going to have her up my vagina or in my mouth, I can at least have the courtesy of knowing her name," Ariane reasons.
Elster doesn't believe in giving objects ridiculous names, but she is also apparently not immune to sophomoric humor, so Frau Drache it is. Owing to being made from the same material as Elster's shell, the shaft is black to match its future wearer, has just enough flexibility to imitate an erection and possibly be comfortable for purposes of Gestalt penetration.
After a few cycles of work once the usual duties are taken care of, the sculpt is completed. Knowing Ariane will want in on the finishing touches, and because she wants to get back at her love for being a pesky little gremlin, Elster announces the completed dildo by finding Ariane eating in the mess hall, slipping behind her and laying Frau Drache on the Gestalt's shoulder with a dramatic intonation of "hello."
After nearly spraying water all over the table, Ariane is laughing so hard she can't breathe.
"Are you okay?" Elster asks mid-giggle, patting her back.
"I fucking love you!" Ariane chokes out while trying not to cough up a lung.
Once she's sufficiently recovered, Ariane is given Frau Drache for approval. Her cheeks flush at the sight of it cradled in her hands; longer than both her hands held together and thick enough that her thumb and middle fingers don't meet. Elster adjusts her weight from one hoof to the other as she watches her love's reaction. Much as she would love to shave off some inches for the sake of maximum comfort, part of her wants Ariane to like the finished piece as is.
"So...?"
"She looks good," Ariane muses, then winks. "Almost as gorgeous as her owner." She passes it between her hands to feel the weight, rests the base on her thigh to eyeball the length, get a rough estimate of how deep it would go inside her. "Bigger than I expected..."
"I know you explained why you wanted it – her – so long, but there wouldn't happen to be another reason, would there?"
Ariane drums her fingers on Frau Drache.
Elster rubs the back of her neck. "You don't have to tell me if it's too personal."
"No, it's okay! I'm just figuring out how to word it. So, um... yeah." Elster leans over the chair and rests a comforting hand on Ariane's shoulder, the Gestalt interlocking her fingers between the black polymer digits. "What we do to each other, what you do to me, it's the most incredible thing. I can't get enough of you. And..."
Elster releases a breath she hadn't realized was being held. And, not but. Good.
"And?"
Ariane looks away shyly, which is impressive considering she's becoming bold enough to waltz around the ship going commando. "Let me know if it sounds weird to you?"
"Ariane, you like rubbing yourself on my abs and I don't find that weird."
The point is conceded with a little smile. "Okay. Well, there are these moments where I look at you – and I never not want to look at you – and you have this look that's just so... wild. Like a creature in a cage. Ever since we figured out what steaming up does to you, it sneaks up in my thoughts now and then. I dream about it sometimes, too. I like it. It's like when you chase me or bite me. It's exciting, and it's giving me the idea that, well... I want you to be rough with me."
Elster's knee-jerk reaction is to say no; she's a Replika, she's naturally stronger than a Gestalt, she can easily cause actual harm if her internal restraints are fully undone and Ariane is so delicate and precious; Elster already has less than charitable thoughts towards those who harmed her darling Ariane on Rotfront, who beat her down and tormented her, why in the world would she be asked such a thing? It makes no sense to her.
"Ariane, I... no. I can't. I don't want to hurt you!"
"Then I'm explaining it wrong," Ariane says, laying Frau Drache on the table and cradling Elster's face in her hands. "I'm not asking you to hurt me. You won't be pulling my hair or slapping me around or kicking me, believe me when I say I could never ask that of you. I love how gentle you are with me!"
"Then... how do you define me being rough?"
"Biting, scratching, spanking, marking me as yours. As if we were in a civilized world with people around us and you want to show everyone that I'm all yours. And when we make love... when you fuck me... it's like you throw that stoic mask to the wind and strip down to nothing." One of Ariane's hands trails down to Elster's neck, her lips tracing a sharp jawline where synthetic skin meets black polymer. "You don't really need a reason. You could just feel like it. Or maybe I did something to drive you mad."
Ariane's teeth nip at Elster's earlobe. Her jaw clenches.
"What if I just stopped wearing clothes? You could be hard at work and I'll be walking by in nothing but my underwear... or nothing at all."
Ariane's fingers trace along a broad shoulder, a clavicle, down the red chest plate. Elster's hand grips the chair's back metal rail. Ohh, there's that phantom heat again, coiling inside her like a fire-breathing wyrm ready to spring out and latch around her prey...
"I could drop something," Ariane continues, whispering hotly in Elster's ear. "And then bend over, showing off for you, daring you to do something about it..."
Her teasing is interrupted by sudden groaning metal at her back, both women pulling away and discovering Elster's fingers have curved around the chair's back rail and squeezed hard enough to leave deep indentations of her digits in the metal. Ariane and Elster stare at each other. Elster chuckles nervously, a little telltale puff of steam billowing from her mouth. Ariane keeps staring with an awed, breathless look of a dark promise swirling in her red eyes, blush forming on her cheeks.
"You know, I always wondered if you were strong enough to bend metal," Ariane muses. "Now I know. And it's hot as hell."
"Maybe, but... it's also why I worry. As much as I love biting you, something could go wrong and I'll never forgive myself if you get hurt because of it. But at the same time, I can't just refuse giving you something you want – especially after all the work I put into the damn thing."
Ariane wraps her arms around Elster's middle and brings her into a hug. "Well, in case something happens, why don't we put in a contingency? Like a safe word? If I feel overwhelmed or it starts to hurt, I can say the word and we'll stop. After, we'll figure out what went wrong and we can adjust for the future. Does that sound okay?"
It doesn't take Elster long to consider it, sounding more relaxed. "Yeah... sounds good." She ducks her head to nuzzle into Ariane's hair, returning the embrace. Elster hopes that letting herself be rougher with Ariane is one of those instances where her concerns don't come to pass and everything turns out alright. Remarkable how Ariane can make her feel so safe.
"Hey, since you're done with this stage, why don't you have something to eat?" Ariane looks up at her, looking so bright and adorable that Elster wants to smother her with kisses. "And I don't mean those dog biscuit roof tiles, some real food. You deserve it."
"I really shouldn't get into the habit of eating Gestalt rations."
"I'll make you something with potatoes..."
"I'll grab a tray!"
The next cycle is when Ariane gets involved again, taking measurements for the straps to equip Frau Drache with; she does goof around a bit, such as trying to measure Elster's biceps and gets a little too into measuring her thighs, or entertaining the idea of giving the dildo a paint job ("What if I painted a dragon face on it?") and nearly causing Elster to lose focus with giggles. The idea, joking though it may be, is vetoed almost immediately when Ariane stops and makes a disgusted face at the thought on paint chips in unsavory places.
But Ariane's presence makes this final stage much easier and faster, ensuring that the straps are snug and fit nicely on Elster's thighs and hips. Of course Ariane wants to get a look at Elster wearing the whole package so she parks herself on the nearest makeshift seat and observes while the Replika stands at attention as if this is a military drill.
Elster is... she's well-endowed with Frau Drache. A thrill shivers up Ariane's spine at a whole new realization: they have even more options now. Not just with jury-rigged accessories but with positions and the ability to use both hands, the stars are the limit now.
Elster glances down at her own crotch curiously and her stoicism cracks, trying not to laugh.
"What?" Ariane wonders.
"I just imagined it with a paint job. Big toothy grin and eyes at the head, bright green scales." Elster grips the shaft and makes Frau Drache nod as if in greeting, saying in as goofy a voice she can manage, "Guten morgen! Give us a kiss!"
Ariane wheezes, loving how Elster's starting to embrace her silly side. She claps back with, "But in that case, Frau Drache, shouldn't I tie my hair back?"
Here Elster throws her head back and howls, squawking Ariane's name like a scandalized mother before doubling over, guffaws behind a clenched fist.
"I'm such a child, I'm sorry!" Ariane squeaks.
"Don't you dare apologize for making me laugh!"
Once they're done laughing like a pair of teenagers, Elster looks at Ariane, down to Frau Drache, and back up to Ariane.
"So, uh... should we have a test run?"
"Here? Right now?"
Elster blushes tellingly.
Ariane grins. "It has been a couple of cycles... and you look so tempting, all flustered and hard for me..." She stands up, taking note of how Elster's posture goes ramrod straight and subtly shows off her musculature (Ariane's not the only one growing skilled in getting one's attention). "...but why don't we wait until tomorrow?"
Elster blinks. "O-oh... so, not right now?"
"No, you silly goose." Ariane steps up and boops Elster's nose, making the Replika's eyes cross for a second. "Is that okay? I figured you'd rather we waited before trying it out."
"I kind of do, yes. But now that it's on me, I'm starting to... you know."
"Have ideas?"
"Oh, meine Güte, the ideas."
"Good to know we have that mutual effect on each other," Ariane cracks happily. "I'm getting all kinds of ideas too, but I'm thinking maybe we can be patient about this, make up for the hours we spent not cuddling. Unless you want to dive right in?"
"No, cuddling is good."
Elster feels a little relieved, truthfully. Perhaps a bit more mental preparation will do them good until the time comes, and besides, she misses just hanging out with Ariane. The two remove Frau Drache and Ariane is already pulling Elster towards personnel, spitballing what they can watch before bed; maybe one of those goofy monster movies Ariane has a guilty pleasure for, almost certainly banned due to the spectacular destruction of miniaturized Eusan buildings and landmarks.
Unbeknownst to her, as Frau Drache is being laid next to the record player, Ariane is formulating a plan.
Elster wakes up alone in the bunk and pouts to herself, having gotten used to cuddling with Ariane a few more minutes before work. She can hear water running from the washroom – odd, Ariane doesn't normally shower after waking up. Maybe she's in a good mood now that Frau Drache's been completed and wants to greet the cycle fully refreshed? Elster certainly won't take that away from her, and since she's awake, why not take advantage and make her love some breakfast?
...after another minute of lingering in the bunk. Utilitarian architecture and questionable reactor placements be damned, the minds behind Penrose-512's construction know how to make a comfortable bed.
Entering the mess hall, Elster examines what rations are available and decides on pre-made congee with crullers (one of Ariane's favorites). Being created for engineering and combat, she's not much of a cook, so she's thankful that their rations are so easy to prepare. Ariane typically handles her own meals, having been taught by an aunt expecting her niece to one day bring someone home, as would be expected of a citizen in their glorious Nation, which causes Elster to smirk at the sort of face Kamilla Yeong would make if Ariane were to introduce a Replika lover to the family. Ah, if only. Perhaps one day, as unlikely as it is.
Elster grabs a packet of panzerplatten and bites into one of the crackers while fussing over making the table as presentable as possible with their limited decorations. The door swishes open to herald one scout officer's arrival and Elster notices a new scent; light and sweet... flowery? She turns her head and Ariane isn't clad in her uniform nor is she prancing around in her fanciest underwear like she'd teased about before, but is wearing a light bathrobe of sorts. Maybe she decided to try a new soap or shampoo? Or perfume? But now that Elster's curiosity is piqued, the robe has her attention.
Like Ariane's favored white negligee, it's daringly short to show off her legs and the belt is tied just tight enough for the fabric to hug her curves, the front showing off a tantalizing hint of her cleavage. The exposed skin is gently shining from an early shower, Ariane's white hair is deliciously tousled, and the soft hum of a siren song on those pink lips could inspire Elster to do anything asked if her.
"Guh," is definitely not Elster's eloquent greeting to her lady love, she certainly doesn't feel her jaw loosen, and is absolutely not dropping the hardtack held in her mouth.
Ariane bends over – oh scheiße – to catch the falling cracker before it hits the floor, snapping back up to give the gobsmacked Replika a kiss. Oh, is that lip balm she tastes? Elster wonders how it's possible for such a woman to put her brain on the fritz without really even doing anything.
"Morning, gorgeous," Ariane chirps, popping the hardtack back into Elster's mouth before gushing over the bowl of congee waiting for her. Elster's eyes track her as if magnetized and nearly drops her breakfast again upon a closer look when the Gestalt sits down – there's a distinct lack of any outline hinting at underwear. Ariane is completely naked under that robe.
In the on-again off-again density of Elster's skull, a light illuminates; it's all so obvious. They haven't had sex since the little project to make Frau Drache came up, and Ariane intends to make up for lost time now that it's finished. That explains the robe and lip balm and soap-shampoo-perfume-whatever. Elster's mouth spreads into a broad grin and she wolfs down her hardtack, eager to spoil Ariane rotten with love and lusty touches; an approving smile beams her way, Ariane's teeth gnawing on her bottom lip.
"Someone's hungry..."
Elster doesn't respond, just slips behind Ariane and roams her hands around while burying her face in that slender neck. She wishes this table had come with a bench, that way she could slip behind Ariane and press herself into that soft, beautiful body. Ariane laughs, but maintains focus on eating.
"Slow down, you animal! I'm not about to let your cooking go to waste!"
The phantom heat coiling in Elster's gut flickers in delight at being called that – an animal. She lacks Ariane's imagination but likes to picture her heat taking on a wild shape, and Elster does so enjoy getting between Ariane's legs and feasting. She pointedly licks a spot on that pale neck and nibbles on it, knowing that will make Ariane weak in the knees.
"I love you."
Ariane coos, bumping her head against Elster's. "Aww, I love you too."
"Wanna eat you," Elster huffs.
"Mmmh... later."
WHAT.
Elster stammers. "Wha—? But I thought—"
"Don't get me wrong, I appreciate you making breakfast for me and I'd love to have you between my legs right now, but we are going to be busy little bees this cycle."
"Seriously?" Elster is incredulous. "But how am I supposed to focus on anything now that I've got you on the brain?" There is no way thinking about math is going to exorcise this particular demon.
"That's the idea, my love..." Ariane leans back into Elster's chest and angles herself to whisper into one ear. "While we work, I'm going to chip away at the chains you hold yourself back with. I want to see how long I can tease you until you snap, get that big strap you've worked so hard on, and fuck me like a beast."
...oh.
"Think you can behave for me until then?" Ariane purrs, causing Elster to shudder. Empress falls a second time, her voice. Hot, sultry velvet. Pure musical sex in her ears.
"Ah... aye, ma'am..."
"Good girl."
Holy fuck.
The one-eyed ghost whistles, politely excuses herself. Goddamn, kid, she's a keeper.
Ariane does not play fair. She goes out of her way to tease Elster in little ways all throughout the cycle – a brush of the hand up an arm here, an all too brief kiss there, a bold swat at a polymer ass here, leaning over something to push her own rear out and make that robe hike ever so slightly up there – and it is absolute torture for Elster.
Her frame has been warm since breakfast and only gradually heats up from there, less from passionate lovemaking like she'd rather be doing and more from actively trying not to go insane with lust. Just when Elster thinks she's at her limit and catches Ariane by the waist so they can hotly kiss, steam puffing onto those delectable pink lips, Ariane just slips out of reach and sashays away. Elster isn't a screamer but she desperately wants to scream in frustration. The coiling heat takes tangible shape in Elster's mind now, a wolf-growling bird or dragon raging against its cage (no thanks to the endless jokes surrounding Frau Drache).
Getting rough is starting to seem quite tempting. Any and all warnings that flicker in her vision are brushed aside. Unimportant. Ariane is important. And sooner or later, with or without the strap, Elster is going to make her scream.
As for Ariane, she's having the time of her life. Elster's doing her damnedest to behave, and it's so exhilarating to see the handsome Replika tense up with a feral gleam in those intense eyes, synthetic muscles flexing in her own way of teasing. The longer this cycle goes on, the more Ariane's fleeting touches begin to linger. She squeezes Elster's muscles a little tighter, brushes her body against that bigger, stronger one a little more insistently, kisses a little more deeply.
After a lifetime spent on snowy klimaformed moons, Ariane has rapidly grown addicted to Elster's heat. It drives her mad to be pressed between a cool wall and a hot body, watching the panels on Elster's back spread open and flush the excess heat, seeing that lovely face contort with orgasmic relief; Ariane does this to her, brings pleasure to a body that by design shouldn't. Ariane can only hope the love she gives Elster is as good as what she receives in turn.
And fuck, her own body aches for Elster. It's only been a few cycles since they last climbed to the heights of ecstasy together, but Ariane feels herself dripping with need to the point where she's almost sure that Elster can smell it. She refuses to reach between her thighs though, because that's not fair to Elster. Whatever high she achieves must be granted to her by Replika hands.
...although maybe she can put on a different kind of show for Elster sometime...
On and on the game continues until the next time Ariane and Elster meet, just outside the flight deck. Ariane's breath is stolen from her breast at the sight of Elster; hair rakishly unkempt, muscles tense, red pupils gleaming wolfish in the dim light and hunched ever so slightly as if ready to pounce. A cloud of steam puffs from her mouth.
...you know what, fuck the game.
Now. Fuck it. Need you NOW.
Ariane shrugs off her robe and lets it pool around her feet.
Something snaps.
Elster rushes with a feral growl, snatching Ariane up and pulling her into a bruising kiss, pale arms and legs locking around her. Ariane moans, the shell burning hot against her skin, desperately grinds herself into Elster's abdomen and blushes at how audibly wet she is.
"Gonna fuck you," Elster snarls into Ariane's lips. "Gonna make you scream..."
"Yes, god, fuck yes..."
Cradling Ariane's ass in both hands, Elster stomps towards personnel knowing exactly where to find the tool she needs. Frau Drache rests patiently next to the record player and Elster grabs the strap, releasing Ariane in the bunk just long enough equip it.
"Oh my god, Elster," Ariane whimpers.
The Replika looks glorious like this, a long rod standing proudly between her legs and wild lust blazing in her eyes. Elster licks her lips and Ariane leans back on the mattress, spreads her legs open, panting when Elster grips the strap with one hand.
It's unbelievably tempting to just cut right to the chase and see if she can split Ariane open... but Elster's keen to try something first. She releases the strap and rubs her mechanical wrist with a positively evil look on her face.
"I thought you were going to fuck me," Ariane whines. Any other day she'd be embarrassed by how needy she sounds but right now the desire to be dominated by an unruly Replika overrides everything else.
"I am," Elster growls, like her already deep voice is rumbling right out of an engine, and the sound of it nearly knocks all sense out of Ariane's head.
Elster lunges, sinking her teeth into Ariane's throat just enough to make her gasp long and hot, moaning when the strap rubs against her drenched slit. Strong hands massage her breasts, thumbs circling around hard nipples, oh it's so good to feel Ariane writhe underneath her and grinding on her cock. Huh. Elster likes the thought of that, decides to test how it sounds out loud.
"You want my cock that bad?"
"Oh my god, yes, fucking yes please..."
"Then let's see how ready you are. I've waited. So you're going to be a good girl and wait patiently, right?"
Ariane whimpers. She can feel Elster's engine-deep voice in her bones, hot fingers leaving her breasts to roam lower, and it's taking every ounce of self-control to not beg like a whore because she's a good girl and good girls get Elster's big dick and oh fuck, her hips jump off the mattress at Elster's fingers slipping into her folds. Ariane claws at a muscular polymer back with one hand and grips the bedsheets with her other, completely surrendering herself. Elster ventures down, leaving a trail of teeth marks and dragging the fingertips of her free hand along the pale skin, until her mouth hovers over Ariane's pussy; her eyes nearly roll back at the aroused scent.
Ariane's needy moan comes out muffled, Elster looking up to see her love covering her mouth and blushing intensely. Her left hand surges up and grabs Ariane's wrist, pulling her hand away.
"I want to hear it all."
Elster shows her teeth, extends her tongue in a long, savoring lick up the wet slit – Ariane's moan is long and hoarse and music to her ears. Elster is usually a bit shy when she begins eating out Ariane, needing a bit of encouragement before her confidence grows, but she's ravenous right now, feasting like a starved animal. Fingers claw through her hair and legs rest on her shoulders, but Elster grips those thighs and spreads them wide open. She'd said she wants to hear it all and she means it. Every moan and gasp and whine and sharp intake of breath, every half-formed word lost on the tip of that sweet tongue.
"F-f-fffffuck, Elster – love, oh god, love your hot mouth – fuck, yes, yesss—"
She's close. Elster pulls away and locks eyes with Ariane, licks her lips, and gets her right hand back to work. Ariane's panting now and somewhere in her delirious babble whispers how she misses the heat of Elster's mouth on her cunt – at least until fingers curve towards a sweet spot and steals her voice away. Elster rubs her thumb over Ariane's clit, delighting in the way her smaller body squirms, shifts back up to swirl a tongue around one nipple. She waits until her fingers are knuckle deep inside... and then her hand vibrates.
The reaction is instantaneous.
Totally unprepared for the vibration, much less the concept that Elster can even do that, Ariane is slammed with an orgasm that feels like she's falling off a cliff and she thrashes helplessly. Her pussy gushes around Elster's digits and her hips quiver, vocalizations rising to a shriek that rings off the walls. For all the wildness overtaking her, Elster is in awe.
Ariane falls limp, paralyzed and dumbstruck, swept away in the aftershocks. It takes her a moment of staring at the bunk ceiling to not just recover from the unexpected strength of her orgasm, but also summon the higher cognition necessary for speech.
"How... in the hell... did you do that?"
Elster pulls her fingers out despite the protesting moan and hovers her slick-soaked hand above Ariane, flexes her wrist hard enough to cause another vibration in her fingers. Technically it also requires loosening a bolt connecting the wrist to her hand very slightly to bring out the vibration in her thumb and palm, but technical jargon isn't the best variety of pillow talk unless Ariane just wants to listen as Elster goes on a ramble.
Suddenly Ariane takes Elster's hand and sucks the middle and ring fingers into her mouth. Elster's breath hitches, the panels at her back clunking as if ready to open. Damn, but this woman heats her up so much she could melt...
Ariane looks up at Elster pleadingly. "Have I been a good girl?"
"Yes," Elster answers through a puff of steam.
"Can I please have your cock inside me?"
"Yes..."
Ariane's fingers part her folds in invitation and the sight never fails to enchant Elster, shivering in anticipation of being inside it. She steadies herself, one knee bent and cushioned on the mattress and she guides the tip home, Ariane biting her lip at the first touch. Elster gets an idea and scoops up her love, positioning in such a way that Ariane will have control over how much of it she takes. Ariane's heart swells and she cradles Elster's face, pulling her into a tender kiss.
Elster's voice softens. "Is this okay?"
"Yes. Yes..."
It's easier than expected, taking something like this inside her; some of the raunchier books Ariane has read made this seem painful, but Elster helps support her weight and lets her engulf more at her own pace. Slowly they work together to ease her down bit by bit, pausing when a strained mewl hits Elster's ears, but continuing when given the go-ahead. Surely Ariane can't take all of it, surely not—
And then her hips meet Elster's.
A strangled groan escapes the Replika's throat.
Ariane clings to Elster in a desperate embrace and she immediately starts comforting her, rubbing one hand up and down her back and peppering her with kisses. Gasps and whimpers blow hotly in her ear, Elster bringing their bodies close.
"Fuck, it's so much," Ariane nearly cries.
"Take it slow. I've got you."
Even the ferocious lust burning inside her is momentarily restrained for Ariane's sake. She'll wait as long as it takes. Elster rises to stand and Ariane whimpers, so unbelievably filled that she's losing her mind. Her back is then pressed into the wall, the contrasting temperatures between it and Elster making her moan. Strong hands hold her thighs open while Elster anchors her hooves, gingerly pulling the shaft out – Ariane cries at its absence but isn't left wanting, Elster pushing back in carefully. The sight of it is maddening, pink lips clinging to that black shaft for dear life with each thrust.
"Harder," Ariane gasps. "Please, I need it... I need you!"
Elster pauses in one last gentle moment. "Safe word?"
"Ständchen."
"Okay. Hold tight."
Elster holds Ariane by the thighs and lets her lay against the wall, looking down – a violent shudder wracks her frame. Ariane is sheathed to the hilt; she can really take it. Elster's mouth quirks into that crooked snarl of a grin that Ariane adores so much and her eyes flash. Her voice lowers dangerously.
"Now, if memory serves me correctly, you wanted to ride my cock like a dragon..."
Before Ariane can say anything, her head lolls back into the wall with a loud gasp at the first hard thrust. Once Elster is positive it doesn't hurt, she repeats the motion and is pleased by Ariane's open mouth curving ecstatically. She pumps her hips, hard and steady, gradually falling into rhythm. The motion isn't too different from when she pins her love to the bed (or floor or table or wall) and grinds her to orgasm, only this time she's pounding in and out, in and out – fuck, and heat blazes through her entire shell, so hot... so good...
Ariane is completely helpless, her body bouncing up with every thrust, squeaking when a hand claps her ass. Elster looks goddamn incredible fucking her like this, hips slapping loudly into her flesh and blood body and nearly scorching her from the contact, but Ariane loves it hot, loves it when Elster's brow furrows and her teeth clench in a snarl, is obsessed with the crimson flash in her eyes, how she sucks air between her teeth only for it to come back out in steamy clouds as she growls. It never takes long for Ariane to hit climax. Sometimes it gets drawn out with gentle teasing for maximum effect, other times it overwhelms her like a string of fireworks, and now she feels another creeping up on her.
God, it's so good – the length and width of Elster's shaft, the texture of it, her handsome face taken over with desire, how can Ariane possibly hold herself back?
"E-E-E-Elst—"
She's got off by her vision going white, legs straightening and quivering with her toes pointed at the ceiling before curling. Ariane is dimly aware of a velvety purr and just about goes boneless, but she's pushed harder into the wall, hands shifting from her thighs to her ass. Elster looks wild as she rushes in for a kiss, an arm hooking around her neck for support as she just keeps pumping.
"Fuck, Ariane, feel how hot you make me?"
Ariane can't respond beyond incoherent noises. What even are words? What is language? None of those matter when she has the most beautiful, strong, clever, loving woman pounding her cunt like a beast, burning her with passion. And then Elster starts fucking her faster, and that magnificent heat is inside her now. Is the strap warming up inside her? As a result of Elster's frame approaching overheat? The thought makes Ariane throw herself around her love, moaning, legs locking around those hips. Fuck, it feels so good – Elster's scorching heat is all around her and inside her, everywhere.
Elster curses under her breath, steps back from the wall with a grunt and steadies herself, getting back into rhythm. Ariane's eyes roll back; she loves how fucking strong Elster is to support her weight like she's nothing.
Ariane drags her tongue up Elster's cheek and gasps, "Faster!"
The room is filled with hard, wet rapid-fire slaps alongside breathy moans and low grunts. The built up heat is almost unbearable now – Elster needs to vent, soon. Bigger and bigger clouds steam from between her teeth as she tries to regulate her internal temperature while fiercely pounding Ariane, back panels whirring loudly, but her vision glitches [heißlaufen] Fuck, fuck, fuck [heißlaufen] Ariane, you're so wet, good girl, good girl [ACHTUNG] Gonna cum, gonna cum so fucking hard [FEHLER]
The back panels clunk again and hiss, but they don't open fully. Elster grits her teeth and bellows. Is the fucking thing jammed?! Stück scheiße, of all the times!
"Ariane, fuck – won't vent, it's jammed – need you to... spinal switch – I need you!"
Ariane's fingers scramble in search of something, anything – it's damnably hard to focus when she's getting her brains fucked out, but damn it, Elster needs her. Spine, spinal switch she said. Her fingers reach blindly, but she nearly loses track of what to do when Elster holds her body tightly and all but turns into a jackhammer.
Elster leans her upper body back, thrusting madly, her eyes squeezing shut as she shakes her head feverishly, practically roars. Ariane can feel another orgasm crashing into her and she searches again, finally spotting a near imperceptible red switch at the spinal column. It's a bit stubborn to move but she manages to flip it before she goes insensate. The mechanism fully opens now, wing-like panels flaring and vents nearly screaming. Enough heat is blasting from the vents that Elster briefly lifts from the floor, systems flashing white hot—
A dragon roars again, burning like the sun. Flesh and metal. Glory and love, love, love—
"ARIANE!"
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She's in a daze, still floating like a leaf on the wind from the intensity of her vent – so hard that Elster thinks she blue-screened. Her servos are locked in place, holding Ariane safe and sound while she comes down from her own high, shivering. Condensation drips down from her ventilation wings. Elster groans and so do her joints.
"Fuck..."
"Mmhmm..."
With slow clunky steps she backs up towards the bunk, suddenly needing to sit down somewhere comfy. Words are difficult to work with when it feels like your brain damn near shot out of the airlock. But words can come later; Elster's too busy rubbing Ariane's back while her polymer neck receives lazy kisses.
"That's..."
"Whoa."
"Yup..."
There's a subtle crack in Ariane's voice and Elster's systems snap to full attention.
"You okay?"
Ariane turns her head so Elster can see her face – blushing so aggressively she's practically glowing, coated in a sheen of sweat, and though her eyes are teary she's undeniably happy.
"I'm okay... more than okay. Oh, Elster, you were so amazing..."
Relieved, Elster presses their brows together. "So were you."
"I didn't even do anything."
"Aside from driving me crazy all cycle. Being inside you is so..." Elster heaves the sigh of a heart full of love. "I love you so much."
Ariane giddily hides her blushing face in Elster's chest. Then she takes one of the Replika's hands and rests it over her heart, still hammering away. Their eyes meet.
"Only for you," Ariane whispers. "Always. My night and stars, my magpie." Her face turns sly. "Meine Drache."
Elster chuckles softly. "I think I like that. Speaking of which..." She starts to pull out, halting when Ariane winces. "Ari?"
"It's fine, I'm just crazy sensitive right now..."
"Then I'll wait until you're comfortable."
Elster lays them down on their sides to rest, taking care not to jostle Ariane too much; privately she's glad to stay inside her a bit longer.
"I don't deserve you," Ariane murmurs.
Elster's hand tenderly brushes her hair. "Yes, you do. You deserve love and laughter and happiness."
She almost wants to say, If I could give you a whole world I'd do it in a heartbeat. But she doesn't, even if it's true, because it's quite a lofty sentiment after lovemaking. Knowing Ariane, she probably wouldn't want an entire planet all to herself.
So instead, Elster asks, "If there's anything you want to have, anything at all, what would it be?"
Ariane hums contemplatively. It takes her a moment, though Elster doesn't mind waiting.
"I think... I'd just want a home for us. Someplace warm with clear waters and great green mountains. We'd have a house that we built together, by a lake or a river. And a settlement nearby, with people. We wouldn't have to worry about posters or cameras or blockwarts. Instead of 'for the glory of the Nation' we can say, 'may you achieve every success and happiness from here on in.' Oh, we could also have my friends move there! Isa and Erika! I think they'd like you a lot. They'll look at you and see you as you are – a person. Not LSTR-512... Elster Yeong."
Elster blinks, feeling her eyes tingle. "I think I want that too."
There is no greater happiness than to be your Elster.