Real on the Rabbit

Real needed to hide her gun fast. If Vincent saw it he might figure out what she was thinking, and, if he was really a Proxy, that would be incredibly dangerous. He was on top of her, looking into her eyes. She had a chance. Moving quickly, Real pushed Vincent off of her and pulled him into a kiss. One hand knocked the gun off the bed and a well placed kick knocked it out of sight. Fulfilling such a small part of the strange man's fantasies was more than enough to distract him from the noise. Vincent pulled away blushing, and Real's mind jumped into overdrive trying to figure out how to defuse the situation before Vincent tried to pin her again.
No distraction came.
Vincent moved a little closer to her on the bed, and, while she was still searching for some escape, pulled her back to him. His mouth was opened slightly with the tongue thrusting just beyond his teeth. She tried to pull away, but he had her wrist in one hand, and there was no space between them - and he was kissing her. An electric thrill ran up her back as his lips pressed in and his tongue wrestled hers.
It had been months since she had the pleasure of human contact, and Vincent was a suprisingly good kisser. She let herself melt a little in the kiss and contributed actively to the moment. Vincent moved his hands to her sides sliding them over her sides and brushing the taut muscles of her stomach. Her hands, free, dropped into the folds of her coat where her fingers wormed helplessly into the soft fur. She tilted her head back when Vincent's lips trailed slowly to her throat. His tongue coursed over her prickling neck until he found a cluster of nerves that made Real's eyes flutter up in a gasp.
Vincent sucked lightly at the spot and moved his hands up to cup Real's breasts in the same moment. As he started to gently knead them Real was considering the advantages slleping with the potential monster might bring. He was annoying, but loyal, and it would be that much easier to kill him when the time - a jolt shot through her as he worked her nipples through the coarse black fabric of her shirt - came.
Real moaned softly as her legs rubbed together, stimulating her engorged labia. She had to force her previous lovers to engage in foreplay, this slow escalation was a pleasant shift from her peers awkward fumblings.
Vincent paused, and Real half voiced her annoyance before Vincent drew her into another harder kiss while pushing her coat down her shoulders. His hands slipped inside her shirt and continued caressing her body for a few moments and then, catching the edges of the fabric, ripped the shirt open. Her already sensitive nipples turned to diamonds in the cool cabin air, and his mouth and hands were on her: biting, tugging, and rubbing her to sudden insanity. Real felt a little explosion go off between her legs and sighed slowly at the tiny release.
Vincent rotated his hips slightly pressing his length against Real's leg as he continued his ministrations - one hand sliping smoothly into her pants. Real moved her fingers slowly between the buttons of Vincent's coverall to feel him.
He was inhuman, at least twice as long and wide as anyone she had had in Romdeau. She did not want it in her, but how to disengage safely from the very actively lusting man would require some grace. Vincent's middle finger preternaturally brushed her clit and she jerked. He was good, very good, and he was going to bring her to a very fullfilling orgasm soon. There was no way such slight stimulation could bring her off twice. His fingers moved impossibly over her again, and then thought disapeared.
When the white light faded a few seconds later her pants and shoes were gone. Vincent was pressing his length against her gash. She heaved out "Wait" as Vincent forced his head in. She started to push at his body, trying to dislodge him, but he was stronger than he looked.
"God, wait Vincent!" She shouted as he began to force himself further in.
He smiled and pressed her arms down against the bed as he continued his slow descent. Kicking was worthless. She couldn't flail. All she had left was shouting and swearing. The slow stretching hurt, and the length left outside scared her.
Where was Iggy, the autorave girl? Their programming should have made them come running after her first shout. Iggy was programmed to defend her, dammit. Vincent bottomed out slowly and began his withdrawal. She vowed to ruin the man above her, somehow, as he bent down and bit hard around her right nipple. Then he was pushing in again; somehow, he was rubbing, proximally, Real's G-spot. The pleasure almost hid behind her discomfort, but the sensation managed to reach her brain. Another stroke and she stopped swearing, and, for a few minutes, she was silently trying to look as uncomfortable as possible. The only sound in the room was flesh slapping against flesh, but then, Real let out a tiny "Oh". A few seconds later the tiny sound was matched by a groan.
Vincent let go of Real's arms and wrapped his hands around her hips: lifting her and pulling her against him faster. It would be better, Real thought between thrusts, to go with her previous plan. She untangled her hands from her coat and pressed them into her breasts and started kneeding them slowly. It would not be long, at this rate, before she came again.
Real couldn't understand why she still felt so stretched. How could he be so big. ... How he seemed to be getting bigger. She was sweating, and it was getting harder to think as she approached her peak, and the thought kept slipping from her. Her eyes wandered over Vincent's exposed chest. The dark grey of his skin formed a perfect contrast to her alabaster body. Fear rose with her orgasm and her eyes, already dialating, caught one look at his - wide irridescent green. A stunted gasp of "Fuck me!" escaped as her pussy spasmed out of control.
The god looked down at her with a cruel smile and laughed in a very different voice.
Before she had finished spasming around his cock he had stood, still holding her close against him, and began pulling her body up and down over his length. Her arms managed to drape over the monster in a vain attempt to support herself as he drew her orgasm on and on. She was level with his eyes, and, falling into their strange depths, her mouth went slack. Her entire body convulsed as she peaked and then fell slack and panting against him.
The Proxy walked them into the cabin's tiny bathroom without a word and twisted her around on his shaft so she faced the room's mirror and hooked his arms beneath her legs pulling them wide. While her mind worked to recover from the seizure like assault on her senses, it soaked in the image of her body splayed out and penetrated before her.
At the first hint of recognition, the Proxy whispered into her ear, "You are mine."
His eyes were like flames on her burning at her soul as he began thrusting into her again, the obscene image of each plunge slipping into Real's consciousness.
She moaned out weakly, "God", and the Proxy smirked.
He began to move faster.
"Oh, God"
The bulge of his cock was faintly visible moving in her belly. Watching, her head lulled and her mouth strained to find words again. It was hard to breathe.
"I..."
Her God cut her off with a flex of his cock that set of a string of after shocks.
"I'm you...r"
He began to thrust deeper and harder splitting her words into tiny gasps.
"sss.."
"Slut," the Proxy finished for her, "Cum for me."
Real rolled into her next orgasm with her eyes locked on her own heaving chest. A few seconds behind, her god shot streams of hot jism against her womb. As the Proxy came, Real's absorbed his semen into her body and her eyes glazed over.

The opinionated, egotistical, girl was gone. A mindless whore had taken her place.

A few hours later Vincent was plowing Real's cunt from behind. The ragged tatters of her shirt still hung around her swinging breasts. Drool dripped from her mouth and her half lidded eyes showed a dull haze of contentment. Her arms slid out from beneath her dropping her face and breasts to the floor. Vincent continued to thrust into her until he came again.
As he pulled out of her inviting body, he wondered how long it would be until she really woke up and her original personality asserted itself. He wondered if she would be more open to the interaction he had just enjoyed. He touched her to get her on her knees and she turned toward him, mouth wide.
He mused, as he directed her to run her perfect breasts over his still hard member, that it didn't matter. His trip into the wastes had already become more fun.

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Figured I should try to fix this fic up a bit. No clue if I have succeeded. Comments, Suggestions, and Opinions welcome.