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Ultimate Fanfiction | ArsenalXIII | 6

 

Not entirely sure how to approach your goal, you decide to bide your time and play it straight for now, then spring something on her when the time is right. Devoid of any better ideas, you test the motion range of her limbs and reflexes, and KOS-MOS goes along apathetically. After about fifteen minutes of this charade, you decide she's inured enough to your presence, and you decide to spring your surprise. You reach up to her collar, and start to unzip her bodysuit, coming down to her almost unveiling her breasts before KOS-MOS takes a step back. "This is not part of the usual testing." Is her face turning a little red?

Thinking quickly, you reply. "This is a more comprehensive test. I'm a specialist in this area, and was brought in specifically for this test." She considers this for a moment, then hesitantly moves back towards you, though her expression now is more demure. "I am sorry. Please continue."

You take great pride in unzipping her all the way down to her crotch, pulling open her suit to reveal her firm breasts crowned with erect pink nipples, a flat, smooth stomach, and a bald mound. You're not sure who decided to give a battle android tits and a vagina, but you're sure glad they did. KOS-MOS herself averts her eyes, looking somewhat embarrassed now.

You decide to move forward carefully, cupping her breasts softly in each hand and rolling your palm against her nipples, which stiffen against the friction. She keeps stock still, but her eyes twist shut as she gasps softly. Pushing your advantage, you squeeze her tits, causing her to groan. Her breasts are great, you decide, but it's time to expand your horizons...

Slowly, one of your hands slips down her silky smooth waist to press down against her slit, which is noticeably moist. You time yourself perfectly, pressing two finger inside KOS-MOS's inner folds as you pinch one of her fat nipples, leaning in to muffle her sudden moan with a deep french kiss. She looks shocked for a moment, then tentatively twists her tongue against yours, and leans against you, her free breast pressing up against your chest.

 

What's the next part of the experiment?


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