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You awaken to your alarm clock gently chiming to signal 8 AM; on instinct, you rapidly silence it, not wanting to disturb Tenna, who is surely sleeping peacefully beside you. As you rub the sleep out of your eyes, you realize that he isn’t. It’s unusual for him to wake up before you, but not entirely unheard of. You pull yourself out of bed and sleepily wander in the direction of the living room.
And there he is, sitting on the couch, fully dressed, shoes on, ready to leave, and looking completely terrified out of his mind. He sits with his hands tightly clasped, slouched over, shaking slightly every time he takes a breath. When he sees you enter the room, he startles. “G-good morning, babe,” he greets quietly.
Your sleepy haze is quickly replaced with intense concern as you approach him. “Good morning… Tenna, are you okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m…” He looks down at his feet and sighs. “I… I have a doctor’s appointment this morning.”
Your concern spikes yet further. You’re not even sure what kind of issue could compel him to willingly visit a doctor’s office, because prior to this moment you were fairly confident the answer to that was “nothing.” You step up beside him and soothingly rub his arm. “Why’s that? Is something wrong?”
“N-no, no, it’s just…” He grimaces with a deep sigh. “I’m getting a… minor elective procedure.” He puts an arm around you, attempting to adopt an air of poise and confidence despite the fact that his voice is trembling. “Don’t you worry about it. Doc said it’d be quick, easy, low-risk, the whole shebang.”
“Listen, I believe you, but what about you? Are you gonna be okay? Do you need me to go with you?”
“I-I-I’ll be fine,” he fibs, trembling even harder than before.
You climb up next to him on the couch and reach up to rub his shoulder. “Hey, hey, take it easy. You’ve got nothing to worry about, alright?”
“I— I know! I know,” he sighs, shaking his head. “Ugh. Those goddamn white coats could come at me with a tongue depressor and I’d react like it was a knife.”
“Aw.” You get up on your knees and kiss him on the side of his head. “What about going to the doctor scares you so much? Did you have a bad experience or something?”
“H-haven’t you seen any medical dramas!?” he asks, nervously twisting his hands together. “You come in thinking you’re just there for a routine checkup, and then it turns out that you have some rare, one-in-a-million genetic condition! And then five minutes later you’re on life support, shooting blood from every orifice like a fire hose!”
“Tenna… those shows aren’t real.”
“You don’t know that!”
“And you don’t have blood.”
“Maybe they just haven’t discovered that I do!”
“Tenna, you got your arms cut off. You don’t have blood.”
“Mmnn,” he grumbles, slouching over even more.
You sigh quietly and kiss his shoulder. “What’s this procedure, anyway?”
He suddenly stands up. “O-oh! Well, what do you know! Look at the time! I better hurry out of here, or I’m gonna be late!”
“Huh? Tenna, what’s—”
“Alright then! I’ll be back! See ya!” Before you can get another word in, he’s already out the door.
You consider chasing after him but decide against it. You sit there on the couch, trying to gauge how concerned you ought to be about this before finally giving up and choosing to go about your day. You step up to the calendar next to the front door; in Tenna’s messy, all-caps handwriting, there’s a note written on today’s date. DR APPT 10 AM. It is currently 8:13.
You step out of your apartment, moving past the common area and over to the rock-hewn castle hallway. Peeking out the window, you can see Tenna pacing in nervous circles around the courtyard.
You sigh, praying that he’s not being dishonest in a way that would have major implications for either of you, and wander back over to the apartment. You spend the next several hours nervously tidying up, dusting and wiping and vacuuming to keep your mind and hands busy.
A little after noon, you’re on your third pass of wiping down the kitchen counters when you jump up to the sound of the door slamming open. “I’M HOOOOOOOME!” calls Tenna at an overwhelmingly loud volume, even from three rooms away.
You yank off your apron and dash over to the front door. Tenna looks over his shoulder at you as he hangs his jacket up on a coat rack, grinning wider than you’d ever seen him since your move to Castle Town. You give him a confused smile as you take a step forward. “So, how’d it go?”
He leaps in front of you, wraps his hands around your waist, and hoists you up with a spin as a bright red flower blooms from the tip of his nose. “Hehehehehe! Hehehehehe! Oh, it went great! Better than great! Absolutely stupendous, I would say!”
He spins you around a couple more times before he holds still, plucking the flower and tucking it behind your ear. You try to shake off your dizziness before you continue. “W-what!? What, Tenna, what’d they—”
He tosses you in the air and catches you, giggling ecstatically.
“A-aaAAAH! T-Tenna! Hey! C’mon, tell me!”
“Okay. Okay.” He repositions you, making you wrap your legs around his hips as he clasps his hands behind your back for balance. “So… Pfffhehehehehe…!” He interrupts his explanation with another fit of laughter.
“Tenna, you’re killing me! What on earth did they do?”
“Well. Well, well, WELL!” he exclaims, his thumbs rubbing in slow circles against your back. “I’m sure you remember back when you had to look through my user manual to fix me up, don’t you?”
“Yeah?” That strange little pamphlet was hard to forget; you try to put together what he could be referring to, but considering that it includes a comprehensive guide to his entire body, it doesn’t narrow much down.
“And so you remember that little… thing… I said wasn’t working anymore?”
Your eyes instantly shoot open as you recall the section of the user manual that he’s referring to. “YOU FUCKING DIDN’T.”
His grin gets wider. “I did.”
“TENNA, HOLY SHIT!” you squeal, excitedly drumming your hands against his chest. “That’s so cool, that’s so cool, that’s so cool! W-wait, wait, hold on—” Your expression softens into a gentle smile. “You really got over your fear of going to the doctor just for my sake?”
“Now, hold on a minute! I think you might be underestimating just how much I stand to gain from this.” He slides his grip on your back a little lower. “You wanna try it out?”
“YES?” You wrap your legs around him a little tighter in anticipation.
“Well then!” He exclaims, tossing his tie back before tightly grasping your hips. He props his upper back against the hallway wall for balance. “Are you ready?”
“YES???” You grasp onto his shirt.
He slides his back down and his hips forward, allowing gravity to press you more firmly against him. “Now presenting… the new, improved,” he pronounces, dramatic and slow, “Mr. Ant Tenna!”
The vibration activates. It’s a low, deep, powerful rumble that sends shockwaves through your entire body. As soon as you feel it, you go rigid; you cry out as you’re flooded with a much more intense sensation than you were anticipating.
A dizzying pulse of satisfaction shoots through Tenna’s mind as he suddenly recalls exactly how it feels to be able to make someone cum without even taking their clothes off. In an instant, he’s nearly as flustered and breathless as you. “O-oh, YES, that’s it,” he gasps, one hand moving to grab your ass as he grinds against you. “Mmmnnh…! Mhh, c’mon, don’t be shy… What do you think?”
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” you cry, too overwhelmed to move your hips in response. “I-it’s… it’s— wow! Wow, it’s— mmmnnaaaAAAAH!” You fall forward, pressing your head against his chest. The flower behind your ear falls to the floor, unnoticed by either of you. “T-Tenna, it’s… it’s incredible!”
“N-nnh, aaa-aaa-aaah…!” he moans, putting more of his weight against the wall as the sensation makes his legs feel weak. “O-o-oh my fucking god. I— I forgot how good this feels!”
You gain control of your lower body just enough to weakly pulse your hips against him, gripping fistfuls of his shirt as the vibration thrumming through your body makes you feel unsteady. “Tenna… Tenna, Tenna!” you repeat quietly, too stunned to think of any words beside his name.
His grip on you gets tighter. “A-and— and that’s just the beginning! This is only the first speed out of five!”
You look up at him, wide-eyed. “T-THAT’S THE LOWEST SETTING?”
“And here’s two,” he states before the vibration suddenly becomes louder and more intense; you let out a loud whine and fall against him again. “And three!” Another spike in intensity, another loud cry. “And four!” Your eyes shoot open as the sensation becomes so intense that it nudges against the border of being painful. “And… five!”
You can only endure a second of the maximum speed before frantically tapping on his side. “STOP! STOP!” you shout.
The vibration instantly halts. “Too much?” he asks.
“Y-yeah. Yeah, that… that top speed might be a little intense.” You let out a shaky moan as the vibration reactivates, returned to the low rumble of the first speed setting. “A-aaaah… Mmm, I— I think I might like this one best.”
“Mmmh… Anything you want,” he says, pulsing his hips against you again.
Your eyes roll back as you wrap your arms around his torso. “A-aaah! Aaah, Tenna… Mmh, this feels amazing!”
“How about this?” he says; each time he thrusts his hips up, he briefly increases the speed by one notch.
“A-AAAAH! AAAH, AAAH, YES!” you cry, muffled against his shirt.
“Mmmnh…!” he groans, his back sliding down the wall slightly further. “Oh, that feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Y-yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…! O-oh, Tenna! Please don’t stop!”
“C’mon, baby,” he breathes, giving your ass a firm squeeze, “let me make you cum.”
“J-just keep— aaaah! Aaah, k-keep, keep doing that!” You grind your hips against him to match his speed, and only a few thrusts later, you can’t help but fulfill his request. “A-aaaAAAAAAAH! AAAH, Y-YES, YES, F-FUCK YES!” you cry, trembling and gripping onto him tightly to stop yourself from falling off.
As your moaning starts to quiet, he shuts off the vibration to prevent you from getting overwhelmed. You unsteadily lift your head up and look at him; he just stares at you for a moment, breathing heavily, the aura of lust surrounding him intensifying more with every second. “Fuck,” he whispers, his grip tightening around you as he pulls himself away from the wall and rushes towards the bedroom with you in tow.
He releases you onto the bed, pressing himself between your legs as his hand slips beneath your shirt. “Do you have any— and I mean any idea how good that felt for me?” He interrupts himself with a gasp as you reach out and stroke the eager, needy mass pushing up against your lower body. “Mmmh…! The fact that I can make you cum just by having you sit on my lap, that’s… nhhh, wow, wow!”
“Come on,” you beg, fumbling with his belt. “I need more of that.”
“O-oh god, I do too.” He takes over the task of removing his belt from you, and you shift your focus to stroking him.
“Ease me in the normal way, okay?” you request, brushing your fingertips along the length of his shaft after he tugs down his pants.
“Of course, my love. I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he replies softly, leaning down to kiss you. He lifts up, pulls your clothes off, and reaches for the bottle of lube left on the night stand. “If you would,” he says, handing it to you.
“Oh, I would,” you say, uncapping it and squeezing a line along his shaft. “I would any time you want me to.”
“Mmmnh…!” he whines as your hands wrap around his cock, the lubricant making it effortless to glide your grip up and down its length. You stroke him for a moment longer before his impatience gets the best of him and he thrusts the head of his cock between your legs. “You ready for me?”
“More than ready,” you reply, biting your lip in anticipation of the initial wave of pain.
You gasp sharply as he eases the tip in; even with your prior orgasm, accepting his size is as challenging as ever. “Mmmnh… Y-yes,” he groans, trembling with satisfaction at the feeling of your body pressing around him.
“Easy, easy,” you gasp, clinging onto his shirt.
“Ngh— h-how are you so fucking tight!?” he gasps, pushing himself in slowly.
“Mnh…! I-it’s easy to be tight when you’re this huge!”
He laughs quietly. “You’d be surprised.” He grips hard onto your lower torso, his thumbs pressing into your lower belly to feel himself easing inside. “Mmnh— no, trust me, y-you’re… you’re something special.”
You let out a loud cry as he fills you completely, arching your back as the switchover from pain to pleasure hits. “Nh-aaaaah, y-YES!”
He takes a few deep breaths, attempting to collect himself. “Y-you want—”
“YES!” you cry, “Yes, yes please!”
He chuckles. “Okay. And here… we… go.”
The vibration kicks in; the motor is so powerful that even on the lowest speed you can feel it resonating through every cell of your body. The feeling sets every one of your nerve endings alight, and you can’t help but scream.
He briefly silences the motor. “Good or bad?”
“N-NH! NO, KEEP— P-PLEASE— aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” You cry out even louder as it reactivates, your body spasming uncontrollably from the extraordinary flood of sensation.
“Oh, ye-e-e-essss,” he moans, pressing his hips against yours a little harder.
The way the vibrations shake every part of you rapidly sends you over the edge without him even thrusting once. “O-OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, TENNA…! TENNA, TENNA, I— I’M, I’M COMING!” you scream, your trembling hands failing in their attempts to grasp anything for stability.
“YES, YES, YES, YES!” he roars, kicking up the speed by one notch.
You scream until your throat feels ragged, thrashing beneath him as every single part of you that is capable of being driven to orgasm fires off simultaneously. As the peak starts to fade, you rapidly tap your hand against his hip, signaling for him to kill the vibration.
“O-o-oh my god,” he wheezes, disabling the motor and drawing himself back. “I… I think I could cum just from that if I let myself.”
“Aaaah, a-aaaah… why don’t you?” you ask, grinning. “We’re two-for-zero so far.”
“Because there’s no way in hell that I’m done with you yet,” he says, gripping onto your waist.
“Mmnhh… just don’t go too crazy,” you say, gently running your fingertips along his forearm. “Too much more of that and I’m gonna be completely down for the count.”
“I’ll be careful,” he says, slowly pushing himself back in. He hunches over to kiss you, gently drawing himself in and out. He lifts up again, brushing his thumb against your cheek. “How about this?” As he fills you up again, he activates the vibration for just a moment before drawing himself out.
“A-A-A-AAAH!” you cry, still extra-sensitive from your previous orgasm. He works you slowly, activating the vibration for a single second each time he thrusts all the way in. “O-oh, Tenna, Tenna, that— that feels incredible!”
“It’s all for you,” he breathes, biting his lip as his arms start to tremble.
You cry out louder as he switches the motor to a higher speed; you cling onto him desperately, pulling him down over top of you.
“Come on, babe,” he whispers, “you know I wanna hear you say how good it feels.”
“I— I can’t, I can’t, it’s too— aaaAAAAAAAH! AAAH, AAAH, AAAH!”
“Mmmmnh….!” he moans, grinning at your flustered incoherence. “Didn’t quite catch that.”
“T-T-Tenna, Tenna…! A-a-aAAAAAAAAH!” you wail, becoming less and less capable of stringing together a complete thought with every pulse of his hips.
“F-fuck,” he gasps, slowing his pace and therefore lengthening the periods of vibration. “I love you. I love you so much.”
“Tenna, I love you, I— aAAAAAAAHHHH! AAAAH, Y-YEEEEESSSSS!” you cry as a decisive thrust sends you into your third orgasm, pounding your fist against his chest as the intense pleasure makes you lose control of your movements.
“Y-yes, yyeeeEEEEESSS!” he growls, gripping tightly onto your body. He slows his pace for a moment to allow you to recover, and the moment you’ve even slightly returned to your senses, he re-activates the vibration and starts to fuck you faster.
You react with a trembling shout, your voice slightly frayed from all the screaming. He continues this increased pace for not much longer than ten seconds before slowing down again. “O-oh, oh, oh man, that’s—“ He takes a deep breath and thrusts faster, holding his breath to try to get a handle on the overwhelming sensation. This time he holds his pace for about fifteen seconds before his arms, propping himself up above you, give out entirely.
You shriek in alarm as he collapses on top of you, and he just barely catches himself on his elbows to stop himself from crushing you. “Oh, shit! Shit, shit, sorry,” he gasps, pushing himself up again and rubbing his head. “I… that’s… whew, I— I’m not sure I can—”
“Lay down,” you say, tapping his side to signal him to climb off of you. “I’ll take it from here.”
“That might be for the best,” he murmurs, falling down beside you.
You climb on top of him, making him whine quietly as you apply another layer of lube. “Alright. This time, don’t go easy on me. I wanna see what this thing is capable of.”
“I— I’ll try,” he chokes, pulsing his hips up against your touch.
“Aw, don’t tell me you can’t handle it,” you tease, raising your hips up to align for entry.
“I can! I can, um, probably.”
“Don’t push yourself,” you chuckle, easing the tip inside.
“Y-you too.” He inhales sharply as he thrusts up, encouraging you to take him further down.
“Well?”
“A-ah! Sorry,” he gasps, grabbing onto your hips. “J-just… just a little bit without it first. Let me cool off.”
“Of course.” You let out a breathy moan as you take him all the way down, relishing in the sensation of being completely filled for a moment before gently pulsing your hips up and down.
He groans in satisfaction as he watches you ride him, his hands gently trailing up the contour of your body. Suddenly, his grip shifts down to your hips, and he presses you down firmly as the vibration activates once again.
“A-aaaAAAAH! AAAH, AAH, AAH!” you cry, your movements rendered jerky and staggered.
“H-holy shit, mmnNNHHH!” he moans, attempting to thrust up to fuck you from below, but only managing quick little twitches.
As soon as you have enough clarity of mind to regain control of your movements, you lean down, bracing your arms on his upper belly and slamming your hips up and down as hard as you’re capable of.
It’s his turn to scream. The sensation flooding through you is overwhelmingly intense, but the desensitization provided by your three prior orgasms gives you a slight advantage. His hands grab at the bedsheets so desperately that he yanks the fitted sheet loose on one corner.
The longer you ride, the louder he gets; you shift into a squat as his hips buck up uncontrollably, rendering your knees unable to touch the bed. “O-OH GOD, OH, GOD— [Y/N], I’M COMING, I’M COMING, I’M COMING!” he cries, grabbing onto your waist.
Your nerve endings are still functional enough to serve you one more climax as the satisfaction of his reactions washes over you. “O-oh, Tenna, TENNA, TENNA, Y-YES!” you scream, forcing yourself to keep moving through the onslaught of pleasure.
“A-A-A-AAAAAAAAAAH! AAAH, AAAH, AAAAAAH!” he wails, moving his grip down to hold you against him and deny any further movement.
“Mmnnh— mmnh!? W-w-what, aaah— what!?” You could always feel it when he came due to the slight electric tingle that accompanied all of his bodily fluids, but the sensation that filled you as his orgasm hit was less of a tingle and more of a harsh zap; it probably would have hurt much more if you hadn’t been so desensitized from all the vibrating. As your muscles involuntarily clench from the aftershocks, a generous portion of his cum leaks out.
He doesn’t seem to register your atypical reaction; as is often the case after a particularly intense climax, his screen projects static for a few moments before his face reappears. “Holy shit,” he wheezes, covering the top of his screen with his arm.
You pull off of him; a volume of cum about two or three times his typical load drips off of you and onto his lower belly. “I think this is a new record,” you murmur, urgently reaching for the box of tissues on the night stand.
You finish cleaning up and flop down onto your back next to him; your lower body is tingling and numb, so overloaded with sensation that it loops back around to feeling like almost nothing at all. When you look over at him, he’s panting and grasping the top of his head, looking nearly as overwhelmed as you.
After you catch your breath, you speak up: “Maybe we should save that for—”
“Special occasions,” he interrupts, correctly guessing your next words.
“Yeah,” you laugh, flopping an arm over his chest. “Don’t get me wrong, that was… that was incredible. But I think if I let myself get used to that I’m going to lose all sensation on the lower half of my body.”
He squirms an arm underneath you and pulls you against him. “Haah… I… I don’t remember that being so… difficult. Guess I’m still not a young man anymore even if I’ve been restored.”
“It’s okay,” you say softly, kissing his chest. “You still fuck like a goddamn locomotive.”
He snorts. “What!?” he giggles, squeezing you tighter. “You’re silly.”
“You think you could ever use that thing to give me a back massage?” you tease, gently caressing the side of his head.
“W-w-what!?” he cackles before tapering off into silence. “I— I mean… I mean, I probably could,” he murmurs. You suddenly feel the head of his cock pushing against the thigh that you’ve draped over his stomach.
“Don’t tell me you’re getting horny again just thinking about that.”
“Hey!” he says, blushing. “I… I just… I just like making you feel good, that’s all.”
“I know you do,” you say affectionately, nuzzling against him. “I love you so much.”
“And I love you,” he replies softly, petting your hair. “So… you want that back massage?”
You giggle. “What the hell… sure.”
He sits up, smirking at you. “I can’t promise that it isn’t going to end up turning into a round two.”
You grab his hand, guiding it to your mouth to gently kiss his knuckle. “I figured.”