Jack Pine
Archduke of the NDC
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Sex, lots of it, and potentially uncomfortable situation
Obsidian City - Residential District [Plot Dela-4; Apartment Complex]
The building looked the same as so many others in the city. A facade of blank solidarity. At least, to those without Geists. But to those with such devices, it was so much more alive, coated in tailored advertisements to your eyes, the news on one side reporting on the latest string of troubles along the Armored Wall involving the local wildlife. This particular apartment building was called the President-For-Never, a glib name given to it by the man who runs it for his experiences back on Hassani.
The Complex itself had the first half of it devoted to the more dormitory arranged spaces, intended to house anywhere from 6 to 20 people per dormitory. But reach that second half, and you have the actual apartments. On the 40th floor, it was a mix of single and family apartments, so as to not give any specific preference to one or the other. The dorms were put lower less as an admonishment or discriminatory act, but rather to help those living there be able to get to and from their works more effectively. Most were working hard to try and improve their standings, as far as society was concerned, and so every element to help facilitate them doing so was warranted, without just handing it to them.
This particular call though, was from a friend of the resident on the 40th floor, who lived in a single apartment, and hadn't shown up to work for two or three days, which supposedly was unlike them. Matt had been given the upload of the Operator in question, as they were a factory model as opposed to a born Operator, meaning an actual blueprint was available, as well as the log of her personality matrix as developed by herself in the Initialization stages.
Normally side, or odd IT jobs like these weren’t usually handed to him, but this one was passed to him directly. How they knew to reach him, or to get ahold of him specifically, Matthew wasn’t sure of, but the client seemed to want to keep things quiet. Networking was handy for business and getting work that paid the bills, but it did seem to come with its share of oddities. With a work case in hand, the wolf mod rode the elevator on its leisurely ride to the higher floors. The case being just a terminal small tool set, and diagnostic kit in the form of a briefcase.
With the ding of its arrival, he stepped out onto the floor and followed the directions to where the client wanted him, conveniently marked with a waypoint. Double checking the number, he poised his hand to knock on the door, but paused as a few things caught his senses, a smell and a sound. His sensitive nose caught the whiff of something sweet yet thick with sexual odors, and the sound of almost panting followed by shuffling. Starting to wonder if maybe this was something a bit… outside his pay grade, decided to resume his knock.
As his knuckle impacted the door, the interior chime sounded off, letting the owner know someone was at the door. Soon the red light over the key panel flashed to green, letting the door swing open. The odors that soon impacted Matt's nose told him that whoever was inside had not showered recently, was aroused beyond normal ranges, and the sounds didn't say much else, beyond the panting and moaning, shuffling and groaning of someone inside trying to do something desperately.
With a crinkle of his nose, even as his rocket in the bay raised, he stepped in. The curse of having gen 1 parents who were breeders, meant he always had why boners, or random erections at the most inopportune times. As well as getting him erect from arousal, not all that hard at all. “So, a client said you needed the help of a specialist?”, he asked upon stepping in and closing the door, even if more to not draw more attention then this person likely had from their neighbors already.
There was a long, sexual, drawn out moan as he spoke. "YEeeeesssss! I neeeeed it!" the voice cried out, definitely feminine. The voice sounded like they were half out of their mind with desire and judging by things, probably hadn't been able to find that release they wanted yet. But something else about this tickled at Matt's mind. This all felt too... artificial. Like something manufactured as opposed to natural.
So no one ever told me contracts included house call courtesan work. “So, I assume you’re using voodoo aren’t you. Something sexual that makes you want sex?”, he asked without even expecting any sort of answer. Matt was starting to wonder if this was a bad idea, but he at least was starting to get an inkling as to why this had sounded so serious to begin with. Setting the case beside the couch she was somewhat sprawled across, the wolf genemod really was starting to realize why he disliked said programs.
“How about we go take a shower, because I’m going to need you cleaned for the tests I need to run. And the smell is hurting my nose this close..”, he added while picking up the data packet on a nearby table. It was unmarked save for a handwritten label that read, Bitch in Heat Vol. 3. Giving it a scan over, nothing official came up, but one of the previously cataloged blackmarket finds hit. An outdated one by twenty years at that, and recorded as having a problem by the creator’s design, that it does not end until completed manually.
“Oh for fuck sake! This is why you don’t buy sketchy programs from less then legitimate dealers.”, Matthew cursed.
The Operator moaned, fingers busy working at herself as she lay there, eyes practically glazed over. "Yeeees, fuck! Please! Fuck me!" She moaned, quickly spreading her legs and presenting herself to him. "I can smell your cock trapped in your pants, pleeease, give it to me and breed me!!" She continued, one arm weakly reaching out towards him. She was probably running hotter than normal with her batteries since the program was most definitely not one designed for Operators in mind. Or the person being alone.
With a sigh of annoyance, Matt began stripping out of his clothes, “Come on, to the shower first. Then I’ll do it all to you until this thing runs its course.” With an erect rocket on display, took her by the hand before pulling her off the couch and into his arms to carry her off. Pulling her into the shower and running the water, began to scrub her even as she basically plastered herself all over him. “Be a good girl and let me clean you, then we can get started in the bedroom.”
Honestly, Matt had more difficulty keeping her off him than he did trying to clean her up. She was practically trying to throw herself at him, and into her, the entire time. But with a few deft arm movements, which honestly shouldn't have been as effective in keeping her in check as they were, he was able to corral her into some semblance of still so he could clean her. Thankfully, the air scrubbers were finally starting to be able to keep up with the scents.
“By the gods lady, at least give me foreplay first. You don’t want this raw and… I admit those are some nice tits.” Honestly there was no point in being professional at this point. Matt was about to fuck the shit out of some stranger, who he hoped didn’t resent him for it later. Once they were clean though, he carried her off to the bedroom, where he plopped her on the bed, before taking his knotted rod in hand before her. “I need lube, so go to town I guess.”, he added somewhat embarrassingly.
With hardly a moment's hesitation, she moved to be on her hands and knees, and began to suck upon his rocket, tongue working diligently to coat as much as it in her saliva as she could even as she brought one hand up to fondle his balls, and the other began to once more work her pussy. Her gaze was fully fixated on his crotch, with absolutely no consideration of how he was enjoying it. He wanted her to lube it up, she was going to lube it up.
With a small bite of his lip, Matt was not expecting just how eagerly she was going at it on his cock. A hand rested atop her head, helping guide her down his length, his own instincts kicking in. “Keep going until I cum please, maybe even use your tits some please?~”, he asked politely despite the fact she was giving him a very thirsty blowjob. His knotted shaft was nice and stiff already, her throat feeling amazing as she took him all almost.
As she kept going, she was leaving the shaft well slicked up with her saliva, as she even attempted to deepthroat the whole thing, though with middling success if the reaction of her gag reflex was anything to go by. Still, as desperate as she was, she had this amazing cock that needed to really get started for her, and that meant at least one explosion of cum, right?
With a small pant from his own instinctual heat rising, Matt reached down and started to feel her breasts. His hands feeling their shape and firmness while also giving a small suggestive tug, to bring them around his shaft. "Don't choke yourself, there are other ways to work it besides deepthroat~."
With a slightly disappointed sound, the Operator nonetheless complied, beginning to give a titfuck. It wasn't quite as good as it could have been, since her bust was only about a E-cup, and her inexperience with doing so since her breasts weren't used as effectively as they could be. She also began to suckle and lick at the time once more, though she could no longer fondle those lovely balls beneath.
It was still enough in his heightened state of sensitivity, the arousal of seeing her breasts working against it alone, was bringing him close to that promised load. His rocket twitched and leaked precum, her diligence already bearing fruit as he felt it coming. “Yeah that’s it, almost there.~”, Matt said softly grunting.
Continuing to lavish his cock as she could, tongue, lips and breasts working in pseudo sync to really work up the friction and lubrication from both his precum and her drooling in anticipation. Anticipation that kept her mouth firmly around the tip of his cock as she awaited the release she could tell was coming.
Matthew gave a deep groan as he felt it well up, holding back to peak, then sighing with a moan as it came into her mouth. His rocket quivered and gushed, his own heat having only grown more intense now, indicated by his panting. He was really ready and horny now, and this woman was going to get it all, for however long it took to knot her and cum enough to pull himself free again.
As he released, she began to swallow, trying desperately to suck all of it out, but alas, the coughs and sputters she had in doing so, showed how she wasn't even experienced in this at all. The spurts of his spluge escaping her lips and thusly dribbling down her chin and onto her bust might have been another clue. Still, she continued to attempt it until he finally began to subside, for the moment at least.
“So, just to level with you, and give fair warning. Once that knot goes in, and the hormones hit, it’s gonna swell and not come out. So I’m going to be stuck inside you for a while, until I've cummed enough to deflate. Probably a stupid question, but are you sure you’re ready for this?” Matt was feeling good as he rode the first orgasm, even if feeling dirty for the circumstances around it. He’d definitely wanted to get her neural number though, and maybe see her again, if she didn’t hate him after this.
She quickly nodded, and turned around to present herself to him, wagging her ass back and forth for him to mount her like any good bitch should be. "Oh yes, knot me like a good little bitch!" She declared, reaching one hand back to spread her pussy lips open for him to see how much she was craving this entire thing.
It was best not to hesitate any further, as he had asked her over and over, and well.. The situation wasn’t correcting until he did anyway. With a sigh, he leaned down and gave her spread sex a kiss, along with a kiss, to get a taste and kick his hormonal processes into gear. Feeling his heat-like state triggered by breeder genes, started to push the knot in finally. With a huff as her hole already began to pull him in, suctioning him in a weirdly strong way for what he was used to, had no problems getting it in deep. Up until the knot which was going wild from the sensation, stopped him from going all the way right away.
Shifting his hips to pull and push his length already in, felt how much it did now want to allow his cock freedom. It was pulling on him hard, not wanting to let him escape, and for once it wasn’t a cliche porno train of thought. Her pussy was literally holding his length hostage, and pulling him back in and deeper, with surprising strength and pull. Unable to fight it, Matt simply opted to push in, and harder, forcing his knot to spread and stretch her even further. The feel of such warm and inviting attraction, had him fully erect and inflated at the knot. “This is going to be rough once it gets through~”, the man warned her as it slowly forced further in.
"I don't care!" She replied, trying to thrust herself back against Matt as he worked himself in, not caring even as the knot finally pushed into her, with some difficulty since her body hadn't at all be designed with the intention of accepting such a thing, but she was so deeply consumed by the program she'd uploaded into her Geist that she just couldn't, and wouldn't care. So even once the knot was fully in, she was trying to get a thrusting movement even if the knot meant it was very short and rapid. Hopefully her reproductive elements were not enabled.
Catching up to her efforts, Matt felt their position wasn’t working, so it was time to do the bedroom shuffle. With his genemod strength, Matthew scooped the operator up from behind the knees first, lifting her into a lap sitting position. With her legs pinned up, she was now tugged and dropped on his not, her breasts firmly in his hands for grip. This likely helped spread her more easily to not be as uncomfortable with the size taken, even as he punishingly abused it with size alone. Panting softly in her ear, Matt nipped her shoulder as he roughly drove her down on his lap over and over.
Despite Operator's having similar levels of strength as Genemods, the particular program and her inability to focus on anything but this for the last three days had left her in a state to not really resist him, and so she found herself in a full nelson position, getting pistoned up and down on his cock, orgasming around it multiple times, one really strong one happening as her shoulder as nipped on.
The gush of her unstable libido, made the movements easier at least, allowing it to slip back and forth just a little further. Matt groaned as the constriction of a hole not adjusted was bringing him close already, a small part of him wondering where someone like this had been all this time. For something he should have felt bad about, was enjoying a guilty pleasure as they went, soon coming his first time into her craving sex. Letting it release all of this round, kept them pumping until it stopped, then opted to change positions again.
Laying them on their side, released one leg, before pulling the other to the side. Twisting with surprising ease, hugged the still captive leg as he thrust from the side. As one arm held up the leg, the other began to play with whatever was in reach, which for right now was her clit.
As the flood of cum filled her, she had her largest orgasm yet, but once it began to fade, her body seemed to finally begin to stop emitting the pheromones that would have been driving him wild. Of course, considering the situation, it wasn't like she just flipped a switch and stopped having sex. She was kind of in the middle of a damned good fucking after all.
The treatment of her clit between his surprisingly soft fingers, continued even as his girth so roughly forced its motions inside her. His knot was only slightly smaller after the first orgasm, the large round sex bulb, sliding around inside with more leeway then before. Especially now that her insides had been forced into adjusting so rudely, that it was bulging her abdomen, and likely going to leave her gaping when they were done here. With the increased range of his thrusts though, he was growing ever closer to the next one, his mouth nipping on bare leg.
Moaning as he continued, since her body was still sensitive after the last orgasm, she was left to rock back and forth with his thrusts. Whimpering slightly as he began to nip at her leg, her brain starting to reboot and restore itself to it's normal function, though it was running slow due to the amount of pleasure she was receiving at the moment. Say what you will about this situation's strangeness, at least Matt knew how to pleasure a girl.
With another groan, Matt was relieved of the pressure build once more, as his knot spewed another load into her core. Thrusting as each pump of seed was given, loosening the expansion a bit more gradually, and allowing him to reach even further. After the last drips were being given, he twisted yet again, this time lowering the other leg to put his partner now into a mating press. Looming over with his hand on the bed by her shoulder to keep him up, the other found the breast he had so happily fondled in the first position. With the new position, he was able to press her into the bed on each thrust, the bed rocking on its supports as he did so firmly.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, he had not slowed down, or seemed to grow too tired yet. His pants were even and measured, as if practiced with frequency. Perhaps he was no novice, and from how he went about it, even in his somewhat wild way of making love.
"Fuuuuuck" The operator moaned, feeling each of his thrusts hammering her down into the ground, well bed, as he settled them in place. There was a pleasured groan as her tit was fondled, though her eyes were starting to flutter open as they continued, her brain nearing completion of the reboot process it was performing, hence why the drawn out 'fuck' had been uttered.
The rough fucking continued, with eventually Matt lowering to jostle along body to body. It was to the point he simply embraced her with an arm around the waist, and another nip of the shoulder again. The third and possibly final orgasm was coming, the man going faster then before, even if a bit more roughly now. Just to race for what he hoped was a happy finish line, his knot starting to bob against her straining pussy lips, but not small enough just yet to pop free. He could, however, feel all that seed bottled inside her, full as it added the pressure of a built up fill.
She soon fully opened her eyes, gasping and panting as she was so forcibly fucked by Matt, her own breathing ragged and drained of energy, though she coudln't help but tense up as he nipped at her shoulder once more, though it wasn't so much in pleasure as caution. If it was possible to tell with what he was doing of course. After all, she was still locked in close with him having a knot deep in her cunt that was feeling all kinds of sore and abused now, even if she was still getting some pleasure out of the experience. "W-who are you?!" She tried to demand, but it came out in a breathy string of gasps as she was slammed down multiple times while speaking.
The sudden and surprising question was enough to startle him into cumming, his finally load force emptying almost as if his knot was as jump scared as he had just been. As he finally came in her for the last round, Matt leaned up to look at her, “Ummm… Your local IT agent?” It almost sounded unconvincing at first, but was more due to how he was just unsure on how else to answer that question.
Feeling him finally begin to fully slip out of her, she pushed herself back, groaning as she felt her hips declare in no uncertain terms that she was never to do that again! The same with her fingers and her legs. "Ow.... And sure you are." She stated, eyeing him suspiciously, until she blinked, and then did a double check in a fashion that told Matt she was making sure she wasn't going crazy with what her Geist was telling her. Quickly reaching up to the back of her neck, she pressed into the slot that allowed for chips to be inserted for various purposes, and ejected the one that had been in there, quickly throwing the suddenly offensive item away.
"Fucking piece of shit! Three and a half days! The colonel's furious, and oh yeah, now I've got some strangers jizz pooling out of me." She growled, wincing in pain as she tried to stand and failed to do so, the lack of actual usable energy in her body making itself apparent since she hadn't even bothered to recharge via either digestion or charging station.
Matt almost scampered off the bed in puppy-like fashion, ears down and tail between his legs. “Now in all fairness, this was an emergency call, and I did ask for consent first.”, he stated defensively from the end of the bed where he took cover. “I tried taking the program offline via connection, but the chip was corrupted with bad components. You’re lucky you hadn’t fried your neurodes with that thing, which is kinda illegal btw. I even made sure to clean you first, it was horrible when I walked in.”
The woman sighed, and pinched her nose. Not in the trying to block a smell but more like trying to focus herself. "I'm not blaming you. It was a program a... acquaintance of mine said would help me with my work by understanding people a little better." She explained. "Damn thing's end condition was literally you cumming in me. With no alternative close option." She said, gesturing in the vague direction the chip had been flung.
"I suppose I should find out what I owe you, since you did help..." She continued, releasing her nose and looking Matt in the eye.
“No no no no, don’t sweat it! I feel bad about having to do that while you couldn’t give real consent. I would be wrong for charging you for that, so on the house.”, he quickly offered, even as the genemod began to put his clothes back on. She wasn’t mad at him, at least not visibly showing it at least, but he was not going to press his luck. “Again, totally sorry, and I won’t mention anything about it. Just..”, Matt began before pausing his dressing with what legitimate concern in his tone, “Please tell your friend to eff off next time if they offer that shit. It’s not legal for a reason, or safe, and… I’ve seen what it does if not stopped, or the code’s rotten. So be careful please.”
"Considering if I'd not been released from the program for another 3 days... Yeah." The woman replied. "Got a name? If you won't let me pay you, I would at least want to report your name to my CO for helping me out when I was unable to get help myself." She stated. "Especially since the Army's been having to run old programs while I've been... unavailable to do my job." She said, grimacing at whatever she had open in her Geist's AR display. "Ghost I still dance like an idiot in that clip." She muttered, shaking her head while closing her eyes.
It was probably around that moment, as he was trying to make his escape that he'd notice the accolades and military paraphernalia she had mounted on the walls... Including a life-size wall scroll of... Herself, in her uniform. Well, not the standard military uniform that is. It was kind of more, well, anime in styling, but it still was clearly that of the NDC army. The nametape on it read: "V. Serande". Oh shit, she was the Army's Idol Operator.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, ooohhhh fuuuuuccccckkkk. Matt groaned this in his head over and over again as the pieces fell into place, almost coinciding with the zipper reaching the top of his pants. “Uhhhh, are you sure that’s a good idea? Won’t you get in trouble admitting you were using blackware? I’m Matthew Woods, but I realize now…. I should have asked yours sooner.”, he answered, almost unable to stop a vocal groan with the response. I JUST FUCKED A MILITARY ENDORSED IDOL, I AM VERY FUCKED.
"Technically, yes. Buuut, someone else is about to have an even worse time of things for having *given* me the blackware." She said, struggling to get herself to the edge of her bed. "Before you go mister Woods, if you'd be willing to help me get to the charger? I hate using the damned thing, but I don't think I could stomach food right now." She said, offering a hand out for him to help her.
Feeling more then obligated to help her given the situation, he took her hand before preparing to help her stand. However, he also realized he'd be here longer, and was very questionable on if she was even able to stand after the rodeo he took her pelvis too. “Actually this will be easier.”, Matt simply stated before scooping the woman up in a princess carry, finding her surprisingly only slightly heavier then someone of normal size as her. Carrying her to the charger instead, where he propped her into it gently, so she could lock in.
“I uh know someone in intel who can probably track the guy faster if you want me to pass it to them discreetly. Would save your CO some time, and a little bit of paperwork at least. Also I should grab you meds for the pain.. Yeah.”, he added somewhat shyly before going to look for said items.
"Oh I'm sure Intel'll get involved. But I'm going to make sure this goes through the proper channels. If only to see if they were stupid enough to stick around on ready status. Because then the Colonel will also get to tear the bitch a new asshole." The woman said, sounding like an Onikari as she did while her body automatically locked into place and the light at the top flicked from green to standby yellow, before beginning to pulse slowly to indicate it was now working.
"Ghost damn it, I hate how it feels like a constant flow of electricity is flowing through me in this thing." She muttered. "At least I can write up a report like this. Oh, and Mr. Woods... Do be discreet about what you needed to do to help." She said, flicking her gaze over to him for a moment. "I don't want the Army to come down on your head for having too big a mouth. At least not until after things are handled."
“Nope don’t worry, I am never speaking of this. I like my head on its shoulders, sooo… yeah, uh I should go now I guess?” He was a bit uncertain with what to do at this point, even with the threat of essentially a gag order from an idol. “Will you be okay like this by yourself, or do you need me to get anything, or clean… the mess?”, he asked again concerned, but also a bit sheepish when referring to the said mess that was still in the process of emptying itself from her synthetic sex.
"I'll be fine Mr. Woods. You have a good day." She said, unable to even give a brisk nod since she was only able to move her mouth and her eyes while locked in the charger. As it was, her eyes hadn't even looked at him since it was busy flicking back and forth with some up and down movements to indicate her writing up something in her Geist.
“Right, yep.”, he said before throwing on his shirt and fastening it up quickly, but neatly then straightening his clothes. Couldn’t walk out looking like a mess, otherwise people would gossip, or think the wrong but technically right things. Grabbing the nearby air freshener, spread some liberally about before departing, masking the smell for the both of them, or anyone who might have caught it if escaping out the door. Which he himself gladly did as he was freed from the situation, at least for now, but hopefully completely.