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“How utterly repugnant.” The omnic mused as he pushed two fingers deeper into your pathetically dripping cunt. “I cannot believe i am allowing myself to stoop to lows such as this..” but clearly, he was okay with it. You could tell by the way he teasingly drew out his fingers and pushed them back in again, starting slowly as if to study the way you clenched around him, yet picking up speed after just a few strokes.
You could barely hold back your noises anymore, not when you were bent over like this, ass in the air as Ramattra sat behind you, fingering you as you moaned softly into the pillows. You could tell he was trying to act his usual self, uppity and above the organic, but by the way his fans whirred and you could hear the air puffing from his ventilators, you knew his control was slipping.
“Is this how desperate you humans are? To make such a mess of yourselves because a superior being simply grants you a modicum of attention?” With his words he thrust his fingers particularly far into your channel. You whined out pathetically, gripping the sheets below you and panting hard into the bed.
A metal hand grabbed you by the hair. “I asked you a question, human. I expect an answer.” He growled into your ear as he pulled you upright, your back pressed against his chestplate as he held up your whole weight. You shook your head in his grip.
“N-no..” you managed to squeak before he began thrusting his fingers again, this time the pace slightly faster, even strokes between every push.
“Is that so?” He asked, humming thoughtfully as if he wasn’t giving you the finger-fucking of a lifetime. “So then… this is an infatuation that you in particular have with omnics? Or perhaps..” he trailed off, slowing his movements to nearly a stop. You nearly whined out before a third metal finger prodded at your entrance. “Perhaps it is an infatuation with me.”
He pushed the third finger inside, making your back arch and a choked sound escape your throat. He chuckled darkly into your ear, picking up the pace once again with the added appendage.
“It seems i may be correct.” He teased, adjusting his movements to angle his fingers even deeper, adjusting his grip on your hair to hold onto you tighter as your mouth hung open, noises spilling free.
“And what do you think, pray tell, would happen if i were to put some pressure… right here?” He asked smoothly, and before you could even process what’d been said his finger met your aching clit, making your thighs jerk around and shake.
“R-Ram— Ramattra, i- i ccan’t~” you tried to force the words out, but just as you tried, a delicious vibration traveled up from your clit through your entire system, nearly making you short-circuit. “RAMATTRA~!” You squealed, toes curling as he held you steady and forced you to take the pleasure he provided you.
“Yes, just like that… fall prey to my actions, human. Allow yourself to let go and submit to your rightful superior.” He sneered into your ear as he continued his pace, the only thing heard in the room being your labored, breathy moans and his fans working overtime to cool his systems. He made such loud noises when he was overheating like this, and knowing the sight of you did this to him was a whole other thing entirely.
“Ramattra— please… please, i’m s-so ffucking close..” you choked, your entire body twitching and shaking, eyes almost watering from the sensations.
“Then let go for me. Let your body admit what life form is utterly and completely your superior.” It seemed as he said this, he turned up the vibration on your clit just one stage higher, sending you abruptly over the edge. As he plunged his fingers into you one last time, you did as he asked, cumming all over his hands and making what was quite frankly a huge mess.
After a few moments, you started to calm down, feeling Ramattra lower you back onto the mattress gently and remove his fingers from you. He hummed. “Such a messy thing… i suppose next time i should keep supplies closer by.” He was talking mostly to himself as he got up from the bed, leaving you ass-up and trembling. Within just a few moments he was back, placing a clean towel under you on the bed and settling back behind you.
Gently, as if you were made of delicate porcelain, he wiped down your thighs, sure to be thorough and not let you go to bed dirty. He patted your behind when he was satisfied with your work, watching as you contentedly rolled onto your back, chest still rising and falling as you finally caught up to your breath. He laid next to you, gently placing a hand over your torso.
“I presume you are feeling alright?” He asked simply as you nodded in response. “I hope my actions sufficed your request. I did not know before now that you enjoyed being… talked down to.” You chuckled, rolling over to face him and snuggle up. “You are always so full of surprises, little one.”