Road to Recovery

Briareos pulled her forward and close until she was straddling his chest, settling against his warm bulk as his fingers teased the gap between the base of her spine and the waist of her shorts. She gave into the urge to sprawl out, arms and legs spreading wide to try and encircle his impossibly large chest. As much as she sometimes missed the familiar contours of his old body, there was something secretly kinky about the feel of smooth metal against her breasts. Like hugging a tank - a now highly fuckable tank - it was both weird and really sexy at the same time.

She shivered as her nipples hardened, wondering if his skin was sensitive enough to notice her reaction to him. She could always just blame it on her rampant horniness, Deunan decided, not quite ready to admit to her boyfriend that his cybernetics turned her on as much as his fully human bits did. Not that she wanted to start rubbing up against random appliances to get her groove on, but Bri? Steel plated? That she could easily get into, big time.

“Gonna make me your sex-slave, Officer Hecatonchires?” Deunan teased him with his newly adopted surname. Personally she didn’t see the need for the change, but didn’t really care either way if it was what he wanted. Bri was Bri, names and shapes were fairly irrelevant in her opinion.

“A gentleman always pays his debts.” He replied loftily, ignoring her question. Massive hands petted her spine and hair before tickling the back of her thighs where her shorts cut off. Cybernetic fingers squeezed into the narrow space between her skin and the taunt material, stroking the scant inches in reach beneath the soft tattered edges. “Besides,” his light comment was deceptively disinterested. “I’ve got quite a backlog of fantasies involving you that I need to make headway on, or I’ll never catch up.”

Pushing herself forward Deunan climbed her way within reach of her mouth. His lips might be a little sub-standard, but his tongue was as sexy as ever. She celebrated his returning libido with him, ignoring the minor discomfort of his mouth’s lack of give for the joy of running her tongue along his. Then he squeezed her ass possessively and any thought of taking her time was forgotten.

Deunan levered herself off his tempting chest, glad she’d been too lazy to bother with underwear after her morning shower. Rolling off of him, she supported herself with her feet and shoulders as she wriggled out of the tight shorts . Kicked free of her legs, they fell off the side of the bed and were promptly forgotten as Briareos shifted and reached for her again. Wrapping himself around her with easy confidence, he proved yet again that when he didn’t stress about it, he was able to move his uncanny bulk without clumsiness. She let herself be tucked against his chest, head resting on his oversized shoulder as she lay back against his arm. Even when completely stretched out, she could barely reach as far as his knees. She settled for folding her legs a little, teasing his upper thigh with her toes. His breath was warm against her skin as he bumped his new nose against her neck.

Deunan had to laugh at the craziness of being snuggled and petted by a seven-foot tall metal-skinned lover. His hand alone was large enough to blanket most of her hip, his stretched fingers tickling the patch of short hair that covered her mound. Strange that it was so easy to forget their relative size when just talking or hanging out. It took cuddling with him to remind her that he had been a big guy _before_ being encased in flexible alloy. Now he was down-right titanic. If anything it made his dick look deceptively small, its normal dimensions lost in comparison to the rest. She couldn’t resist rubbing it with the top of her foot, enjoying the unbelievable peach-fuzz softness of his skin on his cock, compared to the rest of his body.

“Hey now.” He lifted his head from where he was tasting her shoulder. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Dunno...” She laughed. “Just having a little fun.”

“Stop that.” Briareos grumbled, catching her leg and pulled it over his waist, preventing her from further teasing.

Deunan hooked her hand around his neck, stroking the side of his head and jaw instead, pulling him down to portions of her skin he’d been neglecting lately. “You’d better distract me then.” She told him.

Briareos didn’t need to be prompted twice, rolling her back onto the sheets, he rested on his side, curled up and over her as he reverently touched, and tasted her. Deunan couldn’t help but close her eeyes as the smooth angles of his face rubbed against her chest. The relative contrast between the coolness of his chin and cheeks, and the heat of his tongue as he tasted her nipple made the sensitive skin immediately tighten and pucker. She grabbed a hold of his head reflexively, back arching to encourage his touch, inviting him to lick and nibble as much as he wanted. One of his hands slipped between her back and the mattress, supporting her spine even as she arched unconsciously higher, her body demanding more.

Raking her fingers over his shoulders wasn’t quite as satisfying as it used to be. She was more likely to break a nail than manage any sort of scratch on his impervious new hide. Old habits were hard to break however. Deunan contented herself with the knowledge that while she might not be able to make him cringe, he could still _feel_ her fingers sliding over him. Briareos murmured appreciatively, not looking up from his pleasurable exploration of her skin. Flexible lips or not, somehow her clever cyborg had managed to catch one of her flushed nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicked back and forth over her tingling nub as his free hand petted the side of her chest. Deunan twisted against the sheets, trying to work up the coordination to do something more pro-active than simply clinging to his head and shoulders. As nice as his attentions to her breasts were, the heat between her legs was becoming unbearable. Ignored and hungry for attention, her pussy throbbed in time with his licks.

Relinquishing her hold on his shoulder, she moved to soothe the fierce need of her box, not wanting to hurry him from anything he enjoyed, but going quietly crazy with wanting him. Briareos seemed to read her intention without even breaking stride, catching her hand and restoring it to his shoulder as he gave her chest one last thoughtful lick. She whined at the denial, unable to help herself. He simply shook his head, expressionless as always, and yet obviously entertained by her desperation. “Don’t you trust me?” He scolded gently. “You’re always in such a rush, hellcat.”

She trembled as his hand slid from her breast to her stomach, teasing her with the implication that further down would be the next obvious step. She curled forward, nuzzling her face into the plates that formed the top of his head. “Please, Bri?” She wheedled like the kid she used to be. Giving into the playful impulse she reached out and tugged on one of his extendible just to see what he’d do. Rabbit-ear-like in nature they were made of sterner stuff that they looked. Briareos made a rude noise as she tried abortively to wiggle one of the odd looking peripherals before relenting and releasing control on the actuator, letting the antenna and remote camera system swivel under her touch.

“Having fun?” He asked dryly.

“Well you’re not letting me do anything else…” She teased.

“If you’re worried about ‘doing things’ right now, clearly I’m not distracting you nearly enough.” He mused. Stroking her abdomen, and then sliding his hand down into the expectant heat between her thighs, he spared her further dallying, fingers cupping her pussy as he reminded them both of his relative scale. Deunan forced her legs to relax further, spreading herself wide open to allow him room to explore however he wanted.

Even one of his fingers was equal to two or more of her own. He gently stroked the wet interior of her eager vagina with a questing fingertip, barely even touching as he mapped her inner heat from end to end of her box. Deunan gritted her teeth to choke back a loud moan, the need for his touch twisting into an unbearable itch deep within her body. Even as she thought she’d have to give in and beg, his finger returned to the top of her pussy. Two of the over sized digits slipping into her wet center and stroking again, this time with the pressure she had been craving. Snuggling tightly between her swollen feeling lips, they rubbed against every over-sensitized millimeter of her pussy, stroking her clit deftly until she was only a breath away from losing her mind completely, then sliding away to explore the rest. She shuddered with the strength of her body’s reaction as he blithely ignore her g-spot in favor of gently pressing against the entrance to channel. Already overheated from her earlier arousal, Deunan found it nearly impossible to stop herself from gasping, whispering what had to be nonsense in his ears as she gave in and begged the bastard to finish what he’d started, so close that she could cry.

Trying to hold back on her orgasm was hopeless. All he had to do was slip a smooth finger into her body and the burn in her pelvis became an excited throbbing. Hand more than big enough to thumb her clit even with his forefinger buried to the second knuckle in her channel, he chuckled deep in his chest as she bucked and came with a loud sob. Deunan felt the world go kaleidoscope colored for a moment as every muscle and tendon in her body sang in response to his touch. His fingers didn’t stop with her intial frenzy, steadily stroking her shuddering vagina even as she peaked, drawing the wave out until she sank against the mattress, exhausted. He body tried desperately to clench around the penetrating mass, but alloy and plastic refused to give, as solid and real against her tired muscles’ strength as any boring sextoy. Deunan gasped and panted, resting against the arm supporting her back, feeling as though she might black out as a disproportionate amount of blood left her head in favor of flushing her body.

“Stay with me, beautiful. I’m not done with you yet.” Her lover’s rough voice brought her back to earth, boneless and laughing weakly at her unconditional reaction to his fingers. Somehow she found the coordination to wrap her arms around his neck again, petting his shoulders as she shivered with lingering pleasure. She opened her mouth, intending to scold him for keeping her waiting so long, when it suddenly occurred to her that he was _still_ between her legs. As the initial glow faded, it was replaced by the renewed awareness of his thick finger sliding in and out of her now over-lubricated passage.

“You bastard, what do you think you’re doing.” She let her head roll back against his shoulder, falling under the siren’s song of her body yet again. So soon after a spectacular orgasm, she doubted even he could get her to come again, however that didn’t change the fact that his skillful fingers were doing absolutely decadent things to her.

Briareos nuzzled her cheek as he worked his finger from one side to the other in her body, testing the limits of her ability to stretch around him. “You’re insanely tight, little woman.” He critiqued fondly, encouraging her body to relax stubborn muscles and let him fill her further.

“Well it’s been a while,” she replied breathlessly. “I’m bound to be a little out of practice.”

His finger withdrew, leaving her feeling hollow for a moment. Briareos didn’t let her catch her breath for more than a moment however, his hand returning to tease her hungry body again, two fingers dancing around her clit. She gasped as he triggered a burst of tired arousal from her even with her recent climax dripping down her thighs. Suddenly it didn’t seem so impossible that she might come again. Deunan turned her face into Bri’s cheek, pressing her lips to where his ear had once been. “God Bri!” She didn’t know whether she was protesting or celebrating, perhaps a little of both. Her cry became wordless as he pressed both fingers into her depths. Whether it was her abundant lubrication, the tapered tips of his digits, or the previous stretching he’d done, they somehow managed the impossible. His fingers pressed slowly into her willing body, forcing their way past the weak resistance of her outer muscles and filling the needy depths beyond.

Deunan rocked her hips, legs spreading wider against the sheets as she worked to accommodate the unrelenting girth of the fingers completely pinning her to the mattress. Only once before had she felt anything so insane, on a dare, she had convinced him to try fitting four fingers into her hungry body, but that had been after a full night of wild sex to warm her up and relax her. Her pussy throbbed again as he slowly rubbed in and out of her channel, not trying for too much to fast as she squirmed and moaned at the conflicting sensations. On the one hand, his fingers were huge, stretching her well beyond what her body had expected, on the other, the idea of being left open and ready for his rapidly swelling dick made her burn for more fingers, more anything. The sensation of fullness that washed over her as he crammed another knuckle’s worth of length inside her was enough to set her legs to trembling again. Not only was he going to get her off twice in an afternoon, it would be twice in twenty minutes if he wasn’t careful. She kissed his cheek-plate, bucking in response to his slowly pumping fingers, leaving him in no doubt that she was onboard for anything else he wanted to try.

“Deunan?” He paused, buried deep in her body, suddenly considering something.

“Yeah?” She blinked, wondering what on earth he could be worrying about at a time like this. Briareos nuzzled her hair again in apology, but didn’t pick up the pace. Instead he seemed to be charmed by the scent of her, pressing his face against her hair, breathing as if trying to calm himself down. Calm was the last thing she wanted. Deunan shook her head at the incongruity of the man sharing her bed. Reaching up, she tugged his extendible again in revenge. “Whatever it is that you want, just tell me? I want to get back to the part of this where you fuck me senseless.”

Her body was primed and ready, not thanking her for the delay in getting what it wanted. Two fingers felt great now that she’d had a chance to get used to them, but she wouldn’t say no, if he wanted to apply a portion of his anatomy more appropriate to the afternoon. Hard as he was, she could feel his warm member pressing against her leg. The urge to use her foot to stroke him again made her grin. It wouldn’t do to annoy him.

“I don’t suppose, that with all the craziness these past two years, you’ve kept up with your implants?”

“You worry about that _now_?” Deunan laughed out loud, mirth a release of a different kind, but very welcome just the same. Briareos huffed stodgily as she tried to smother herself, but seeing him so clearly annoyed that she found his concern hysterical only set her off again. Her cyborg’s sigh spoke of years of patient endurance as she slowly got a hold of herself again, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Just because you can now get it up, doesn’t necessarily follow that you can knock me up, handsome!” She crowed once she had breath enough to tease him.

“Well I beg your pardon for having your best interests at heart.” He grumbled. “You just started working full time this year! And I know all about how your father is already training you for spring S.W.A.T. trials. The last thing you need right now is a baby! No matter how unlikely.” The last was muttered almost below her hearing.

Deunan stroked the metal guard that covered his cheek, as much touched by his concern as annoyed at his way of making assumptions that she couldn’t take care of herself. “Relax, old man. I’ve got it covered. I’m good through November at least, and yes, if your curious, I already have my appointment for a replacement implant. So you don’t have to worry about answering to ‘dear old dad’ anytime soon about unexpected grandkids, ok?”

“Amen to that.” He unbent enough to snort in amusement. “I’m not _that_ bullet proof.”

She looked up at him suddenly wondering at his levity. Was it really her father that made him cautious? Or did he just really not like kids? It wasn’t like they’d ever really sat down and talked about it, but she had cautiously hoped someday that they would settle down… a little… or at least just enough that they could have a small family. The idea that he might be actively opposed to having kids, ever, was a little disheartening. She didn’t think she’d make fabulous ‘mom’ material but she was certain she’d manage to be at least average. Deunan was almost positive that Bri would cover for any of her mistakes by being a wonderful ‘dad.’ Then again her own particularly weird childhood might have biased her opinions, she acknowledged. Deunan shook her head, resolving not to borrow trouble from the future. Certainly they were agreed for now, kids in the immediate future were a really bad idea. She had her hands full just taking care of her stodgy cyborg of a lover, adding another member to their little household would be simply too much.

Tweaking his ‘ear’ again, she let her worries go. “Given that all the rubbers we probably have are several years old at this point, your options are: to let me get up, shower, dress, go the store and fetch some condoms and random stuff… At which point I will probably stop off and pick us up some dinner too. Or alternatively, we can trust my implants to do the job they are designed to do, and just get on with enjoying our afternoon.”

Briareos had the audacity to actually think over his options before shifting to kiss her forehead. “Don’t forget that appointment, girlie.” Deunan unclenched the fist she had been about to apply to his head had he chosen to be stupid, not above resorting to physical violence to get her way. Luckily no assault was required to further her goal. Their momentary break made it all the more pleasurable when he shifted inside her again, fingers twisting and pumping gently to test her willingness to continue. She mouthed what she could reach of his jaw-line and throat, encouraging him with voice and hands, arousal rapidly building now that she knew he wouldn’t hold back.

“We can take it slow some other time.” She goaded him, body itching to ride him like she remembered. “Come on, sexy beast, remind me what I’ve been missing.”

“Always so impatient.” Briareos laughed lightly, freeing both hands to capture her waist, pulling her close to his chest as he carefully rolled backwards. Deunan grumbled at the loss of his fingers even as she reoriented herself to sitting astride her metal-wrapped lover. He seemed as disinterested in further foreplay as she was however. No sooner than she sat up to get her bearings then he was coaxing her backwards, down his long torso and over his narrower hips. Giant that he was, she almost laughed at how she felt miles away from his lips. He had always been inconveniently long-bodied for any real cuddling during sex, but now it was rather ridiculous. Either she could kiss him, or fuck him, but unless she grew three more feet herself, she’d never manage both. She reached behind her philosophically, capturing his blood-warm length in her hand and guiding it deftly to where it could do the most good. She’d had enough of kissing for the moment. Deunan was ready for a bit of something more substantial.

After a long practice round with his fingers, taking his dick was nothing at all. Deunan arched her back and sighed with pleasure as she lowered herself onto the stiff flesh. Beneath her, Briareos cursed roughly, hands capturing her hips and drawing her down further still until he was entirely buried inside her. Leaning forwards onto her hands, She shifted her legs until she found a comfortable way of straddling his large body that also allowed her a little leverage against the mattress. He didn’t even ‘umph’ as she let her arms take her full weight, rocking forwards and back to settled herself even more firmly on his length. Her toes curled with how good it felt. Pushing again, she raised herself until only the very tip of him remained within her channel, loving the thick slide of his bulk between her legs before leaning back with another sigh, resheathing him inside her with a feeling of homecoming. This was the way they had liked it best, so long ago, her riding on top of him as he thrust up beneath her, drilling as deep as he could into her body. True to form his hands supported her on her next upwards heave, their hips retreating from each other only to collide with gentle force a moment later, pulling a groan from both of them.

“Good?” She panted, wanting to ensure that he was as hot for her as she still was for him. Bri pinned her close a moment, rolling his hips to shift intimately within her. As thick and solid as she remembered, he didn’t seem to be having any difficulties getting into the swing of things.

“Just what the doctor ordered.” He quipped playfully, squeezing her thighs and encouraging her to continue.

Two years of endurance training and obstacle courses guaranteed that Deunan could keep the quick pace she set going for as long as it took. Briareos was woefully out of shape by comparison, but his enhanced body didn’t let him down. Really, she wanted to try it all, every possible position all at once, but there was no need to rush. They’d have the rest of their lives to re-discover all the absurd and wonderful ways of getting each other off. Sometimes the old standbys were the best. Arching her back, she let her hands slide over his forearms and wrists, letting him carry her as he had once done so long ago. Instead she slid her hands seductively over her own stomach, feeling his eyes on her as she cupped her breasts and sighed, giving him a show. Her nipples felt unbelievably tight, thrumming with each bouncing thrust of his hips. As fun as it was to torment him with teasing herself, it was hard to stay balanced on his shaft with only his hands to guide her.

She let her hair fall forwards around her face as she returned to her more aggressive slouch, fingers curling against his firm abs, grinding into him with every downward stroke, stoking the already frantic need to further heights. There would no doubt be bruises tomorrow, the deep way he was plowing her. Frankly she was looking forward to them. It would make her otherwise boring shift at the station a bit more exciting, to be constantly reminded, of what they had been up to the day before. She grinned as she clenched her hidden muscles over his shaft, causing him to moan and curse again. No doubt she’d have bruises for a while, really, because there was no way that she wouldn’t be jumping his bones again as soon as she could talk him into it. By the end of the week she’d probably be limber enough to tuck her foot behind her ear if they practiced this hard every night.

Orgasm came in a slow cresting wave, pulling her up, and over into bliss with the friction of his movements inside her. Her body seemed content to wallow in the bone melting sensation rather than its usual blinding kick to the side of the head, her muscles trembling and twisting with the sweet release but never failing her all together. Deunan let her head fall back against her shoulders, gasping for air as she fought through the pleasure to finish what she’d started. Briareos was still rocking beneath her, growling at the sudden increase in pressure on his shaft, pushing as far into her as he could in order to revel in the slippery heat.

Deunan could feel their mingled efforts mixing with the mess already on her thighs, sighing at her wasted shower earlier. She might as well have waited, given the necessity of taking another one now. Who knew, maybe they’d take one together. It had been the memory of a shower that had triggered the afternoon in the first-place, hadn’t it? There was a sort of thematic cohesion to her washing him clean and then giving him a blowjob later. The idea was simply too good to keep to herself. Finding her breath, she grinned down at him. “What do you say if after dinner we do a little re-enactment of your daydream from earlier…?”

“Three times in one day?” He gasped, incredulous, still working on his second. “You’re insane.”

“I’m horny.” She corrected, sliding her fingers along his abdomen as she rode his twitching cock. “And I can’t stop thinking about how good it’d be to have you in my mouth.”

“Damn you, girl.” Briareos surged beneath her, unable to dismiss the image she planted in his head. His strokes became wild as he fought to control his climax.

Deunan couldn’t help herself, loving to provoke him. “I always got the impression that you really enjoyed a good slow suck, handsome. I rather liked taking my time with you as well. Tasting every inch… seeing how much I could swallow…”

“You-“ He made to scold her but was derailed by his unavoidable orgasm. Twisting against the sheets as he poured forth within her, his words were lost in a ragged cry of passion. It was a good thing they were doing this in the daytime, she concluded as she ground her hips against his again, letting him extract every ounce of joy from their union that he could. They’d have undoubtedly waked the neighbors, has they tried this after dark. As it was, everyone else in their building worked pretty conventional hours. Only off duty police officers and third shift janitors were lazing around in bed at this time of day. If anyone else were within hearing distance, they’d just have to live with getting an earful.

With nothing left to give, Briareos sagged against the bed, shaft softening and slipping out of her as she moved to sprawl against him. The sheets would have to be changed before they tried to sleep in the bed tonight, she sighed, not looking forwards to the chore. Probably she could convince Bri to do it while she lazed around on the couch, but then again, he’d probably be cooking something. If the past was any precedent, sex tended bring out the domestic side in her stoic boyfriend. If he was making dinner, she’d undoubtedly be stuck with laundry duty. Maybe they could order in? She plotted their evening together as she pulled herself up his body, determined to grab at least a nap before being obliged to do something productive with the rest of their day off. Briareos caught her by the waist, helping her to settle against his chest and shoulder, as he lay sprawled amongst the sheets.

“Minx.” He critiqued affectionately, fingers toying with her hair as she pillowed her head against his breastbone, or at least the metal plate that now passed for one. She thumped him lightly, too tired to give a better rebuttal. Closing her eyes, she reveled in the feel of his warmth, and listening very closely, could make out the steady beat of his heart deep beneath the rest of the mechanical white-noise that comprised his cybernetic sub-systems. The strictly organic pump might be a trifle redundant given the number of auxiliaries and augmentations it had, but a heart was a heart. And for the moment at least, she was content to know that it, and he, was there beside her.

“We’re ordering Italian.” She sighed as she settled into her nap, forewarning him of her agenda for afterwards. “I’ll pick it up while you find clean sheets.”

“Figures.” Briareos didn’t sound particularly upset, likely as exhausted as she was, despite his supposedly superior stamina. If he provided further commentary, she missed it, lulled to sleep by the comforting sound of his breathing.

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