Real on the Rabbit

I don't own Ergo Proxy, if you aren't 18, 21, or whatever the age is do not read
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Real woke up on the cabin floor naked. She rolled onto her back and pulled herself up into a ball. Her fur jacket was falling off the edge of the bed, but she did not remember tossing it there. Silently, she stood and slid into it then stuck her head out the cabin door. Her master was working the rudder with both arms and the wind made his coverall flutter.

Real held her coat tight around her and walked silently up to her master. The deck was so cold it stung her feet, and goose bumps rose on her arms and legs. She knelt before Vincent and slipped one hand inside the red fabric - the motion revealed a hint of the perfect white breasts inside the dark coat - he was almost erect. She almost smiled before the post-apocalyptic wind gusted through her open coat and sent a long silent shudder running through the young beauty. Her master smiled faintly when she did not move to hide herself from the wind.

She pulled the shaft free and began her work fluidly: stroking the hardening cock, massaging swelling balls, pressing a dozen little places she had become familiar with in her few months on the rabbit. When she thought he was sufficiently hard she began to slide her hand along his shaft in earnest; she knew this was not enough to make him cum, but it was enough to prepare him for her more effective ministrations. The furred edge of her coat slid as she worked, exposing more and more of her white flesh.

When he had first had her, and in the mindless nights that followed, almost all of her clothes had been destroyed. After she returned to herself, after she came back to the bliss of the Death Proxy's ministrations, clothing, beyond the coat, was forbidden with the same compulsive force that made her submit to the throbbing manhood in her hands. In the moments when desire did not threaten to overrun her mind she understood, the Proxy was her god. She needed his cum, his will, his desire, and without it she was sure to go mad. As soon as the first drop of precum appeared on the head she wrapped her lips around the top of the shaft. She sucked and teased the length with the same practiced skill she showed with her hands. Her tongue attacked the tip of the glans and its rim while one hand continued to massage her master's balls gently inside his pants - they were the size of tangerines. Her head moved slowly up and down the slick shaft licking, and then, voraciously, she gulped down the head and pushed the shaft down her throat. Her throat visibly expanded to accommodate the thing inside it, she never gagged anymore, before it started undulating rhythmically around the intruder. Her fingers pushed dangerously into both his testicles willing them to give up their contents.

His balls shrank in her hands and then she felt the jism course up and through the shaft of his penis and out its head. He fired half a dozen pulses directly into her stomach then let her pull back slowly. The penis slid out of her throat and flavored her saliva with traces of her Master's cum. Carefully, she placed the sated package back into the coverall and pulled her coat back shut, proof against the wind, but stopped when she felt him looking at her.

There was whimsy in the gods eyes.
"Use your tits."

Real looked up at the face, momentarily grayer, and let her coat slip down her shoulders. With one hand she swept an errant strand of black hair from her face and with the other she pulled Vincent's dick back into the light. She pulled herself high on her knees and arched her back. The cock was still wet and almost hard. She let it rest between her breasts and moved up and down lightly until it was producing enough precum to let her move more freely. She pushed her breasts more tightly together and moved faster and faster, and the more she moved the more liquid spurted from her master's cock. Something inside her was tingling, and she could not feel her jacket at all anymore. She felt alive and free, and when he finally erupted against her
breasts and chin she relished the feeling of it cooling and dripping slowly down her body.

When she was done she fell to the deck exhausted, but never stopped looking at him with her most submissive gaze. Vincent watched her like that for a moment, proud of his handy work, and noticed a blue tinge across her body, lips, and feet. He tied off the rudder. After her performance it would not do to have her succumb to the cold. He lifted her from the deck and carried her into the ship's cabin pausing only to grab her coat (it had nearly blown off the deck, but had snagged itself on a poorly stowed length of rope) and set her in the shower and turned it on.

When she was more conscious he would use her again, more thoroughly, but first he need to make sure the ship was safe to sail itself for an hour or two. He stowed the loose rope, checked the two autoraves, Pino and Iggy he thought, that he kept deactivated in the stern storage box - they were secure. There were no mountains or gullies visible on the horizon, it would be safe to have his usual fun.

Then he spotted the familiar green tinted bubble of a dome at the edge of his vision. Something inside him frothed. He turned the rudder of his ship to investigate.

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God willing I haven't messed this up over much. Questions, opinions, and comments would be appreciated.
Next shall be Ophelia.