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Ultimate Fanfiction | Daia | 10

 

You nod approvingly as you take in the erotic sight: These two beautiful, powerful woman are painted with your seed, the thick white ropes of your cum splashed across their pretty faces as they kneel submissively before you. Shion knows full well what kind of trouble she's gotten herself into; yet, the trembling resignation of her body says that she also knows that she has no choice but to obey your every whim, or else risk losing everything she's worked for. The embarrassment and shame turns her pink with a deep blush, which you find even more attractive; KOS-MOS, unaware that this is a compromising situation, merely nuzzles your deflating cock and laps up the cum that's missed her luscious lips.

Shion blushes even harder as she watches KOS-MOS shamelessly clean your dick, yet seems unable to look away; running your eyes down her slender, curvy figure, you notice that her large, round breasts, snug in their tight, lacy black bra, is capped with a pair of nipples grown hard with arousal. You lower your eyes even more, checking that sweet spot between her spread thighs as she kneels on the cold metal floor of the lab: Just as you thought, a darker spot of dampness has spread over her crotch, as Shion - unwillingly, but inevitably - felt herself respond to the erotic sight.

"Your pussy getting a little juicy, eh Shion?" Your voice is mocking and makes her flush harder in shame, looking down to the floor; KOS-MOS begins to turn her head and regard her creator curiously, but you merely laugh and encourage her.

"Go ahead, KOS-MOS, look at your creator's wet panties, getting all wet like that. You know what that means, don't you KOS-MOS? It means Shion's getting horny just like you." KOS-MOS nods, obeying your orders and paying particular attention to the dark spot across the other woman's panties; Shion attempts to cover her crotch with her hands, but you bark out "Stay!" Your voice is like a whip-crack in the quiet room, and Shion hastily returns to her prior position, tears welling in her eyes.

Stroking KOS-MOS' silken blue hair, you smile at Shion while patting the battle-android's head as though she were a beloved pet. "KOS-MOS," you say, "let's give Shion a hand, huh? Why don't you..."

 

What do you want KOS-MOS to do with - or to - Shion?

 
 
 

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