Comming Out of the Closet

Coming Out of the Closet
Written by: Crystal
Original Ideas and Storyboards by Deunan aka Skye
Disclaimer: Appleseed, Deunan Knute, Hitomi and Briareos Hectonchires, belong solely
to Geneon entertainment and Mr. Shirow. In no way do we intend to infringe on their copyright.
This Fan Fiction is for entertainment purposes only, and contains explicit sexual adult situations.
If you are under 18 and, not interested in this type of story or are prohibited where you reside,
please do not read. HAVE FUN!
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Ok, I don’t make a habit of hiding in closets, I swear. But, that’s where I find myself
right now, hiding. “Hiding from what?” you may ask. Go ahead, ask it. Never mind, I’ll tell you
anyway. Ok, wait, lets back up, just for a moment, I forgot to introduce myself.

Briareos Hecatonchires, nice to meet you. Don’t let the big metal shell scare you.
Yea, that’s right, I’m a cyborg. Part machine, part human actually, about 75% machine.
I’m not even half the man I used to be. Sorry, little cyborg joke. Don’t blame me; it’s been just
barely over a year since I even had the equipment to get ‘happy’ with. I have to get my jollies
somehow. You’d think that with all the amazing work they did, piecing me back together
with high-tech metal bits, they’d somehow be able to suppress these “urges.” But, no, the human
brain is a very delicate instrument. They start messing with that, I could’ve ended up a cyborg with
the mental capacity of a demented kangaroo. So, I’ve got the human brain, the 7 foot tall high
density metal casing, and without the ability for sexual release, I feel like I’ve turned into a 16 year
old horny adolescent that got his first glimpse of a pair of breasts.

So anyways, here I am, hiding in my own damn closet by the front door of the
apartment provided to us by ESWAT, which I share with my ex-lover turned best friend. Yea,
two years of separation and a completely new cyborg body, puts cramps on a relationship.
You might wonder why I’m hiding in the closet of my own home, but we’ll get to that later.
Be patient.

Deunan Knute, that would be the ex-lover, came home earlier than I expected,
just bare seconds after I did. I’d only just shut the front door when I heard her coming up the s
tairs. And yes, I panicked. Basic human reaction when you’re surprised and holding in your hands,
well, something of a (I’d clear my throat here, if still had a throat) delicate nature.
I know she’s been training all day with the newest ESWAT recruits, no doubt impressing
them right out of their scratchy military issued socks. That’s one thing I don’t miss, clothing.
I wear it sometimes, but it’s not necessary, so why bother? I know I don’t have flesh to feel
with, but my brain is convinced I walk around naked. It’s very freeing. At any rate, Deunan
walks in, dressed in military issued combat boots, camouflage pants hugging her legs and ass
in all the right places, tight ribbed tank top, and her short blonde locks in sexy disarray. Her
basic ass-kicking attire, I’ve seen it many times before, and just imaging her dressed like that
on the other side of my self-imposed prison would be enough to get my blood flowing hot, if I
had blood. As it is, I just saw a jump in my cerebral activity on my bioscreen. Eh, you take
what you can get.

I can hear her puttering around our apartment, then walking into the kitchen
whose entry way was right in front of the closet I inhabit. My audio sensors pick up the
sound of water dispensing into a glass and the soft sigh that follows that first sip of a
refreshing beverage to an overtaxed, hot, sweaty body. I miss water. It\'s the 1980s
hit “Scandal ‘The Warrior’ Volume 22” that Deunan found in the audio archives and
dubbed her “theme song” blared thru the apartment. I need a theme song. Suddenly
“domo arigato Mr. Roboto” is running through my head. Yea, I’ve dabbled in the archives
too. I think I can do without the theme song. She moves down the hall and into the
bathroom, and the shower turns on. I decide to wait a few minutes to make sure she
doesn’t come out to grab something she’s forgotten. I shift my…um…package…to my
right hand and slowly ease the closet door open with my left. Only to have to quickly
and quietly pull it shut again as I pick up the sound of the front door, yet again.
Dammit. Hitomi. She’s the only other person that knows the security code to enter
our apartment. She\'s a sweet girl, very cute. Where Deunan’s body is hard and
toned, Hitomi has a petite, soft, and feminine frame, gorgeous, jet black hair
framing her face and bright amber eyes contrasting nicely with Deunan’s green as they
gaze lovingly at each other. That’s right; I said “love.” My ex is in love with a woman.
Had circumstances been vastly different, I would most definitely feel anger
and jealousy right now. But, with all that’s happened, everything we’ve been thru; the
war, reuniting after 2 years, and everything that followed. The fight against General
Uranus (I won’t mention what he was called behind is back) and his second in command,
the fanatical fucknut, Hades. I didn’t particularly like him, and a bullet to the head is a
good look on the man. Then, of course, the struggle at D-Tank to contain the virus.
Bioroids are clones basically, and up until recently, incapable of reproduction
and strong human emotion. Hitomi’s one of those. With the recovery of ‘Appleseed’ the
repressed reproductive urges and emotions were unlocked for the bioroids. Lucky for her
and Deunan, lucky for me, hiding in my closet, hearing Hitomi also move down the hallway
to join Deunan, the naked warrior, in the shower.
Why they try to keep this a secret from me? Well I can harbor a guess. Deunan
feels guilty, for loving someone else after the love we once shared. She really needs to
get over that; which brings me back to my little gift that I brought back home to leave
on the coffee table. A metal, temperature controlled cylinder, filled with, of all things,
the sperm harvested from my body as I underwent the surgery that made me into the
gorgeous hunk of metal-man you see today. My offering and my blessing. Now that
Hitomi can experience all the feelings she’s been missing out on in her existence,
she’s got some catching up to do. Love for a lover, desire for family. I see how
she gazes wistfully at couples with children that she sees in the parks around Olympus,
and then at Deunan, before turning her sights back to the happy families. And who is
“The Goddess of War” to deny her love her heart’s desire? Pussywhipped, that’s what.
But good too see anyways. Deunan is happier and more at peace than I’ve seen her
thanks to the adoring affection of her bioroid lover. If she heard me say that, she’d
kick my buns of steel from one end of Olympus to the other. If I had tear ducts,
they’d be misting up right now. And of course I’d deny it, and claim I got a bit of
dust in my eye, because real men don’t cry. Not even during “Beaches” and
“Old Yeller.” Amazing what gets preserved through the ages.
It\'s time to make my “deposit,” insert mental chuckle here,
and get the hell out. Shit!!! The water’s turned off and they left the bathroom,
making their way into the living room. Hitomi giggles. ”Deunan, put your hands
away, what if Briareos walks in?” “He won’t, he said he’ll be gone for another few
hours yet. We have the whole place to ourselves.” She replied. Ok, that was a
little lie on my part. But what do you say? “Hey I’m going to collect my sperm,
be back soon??” No. Hell no. “At least put on your robe just in case.”
“Not happening. I’m too comfortable. What, you don’t like looking at my ass? ,
the warrior asked slyly. “I think you have a lovely backside, Deunan.” Oh how right she was.
With that, Hitomi trailed the blonde into the kitchen. I feel guilty, but only momentarily,
actually, more like half a moment. I don’t care who you are, there’s just no
room for guilt when you can look straight through a door and at Deunan
Knute’s gloriously naked body. So long as a material isn’t too dense, I can see
through it. Like say, for example, a convenient closet door. Many blessings to
Yoshi for those alterations. I should send him a fruit basket or something.
Hitomi leaned against the counter and looked across the kitchen
where Deunan lounged casually against the sink. “Have you decided when
you’re going to tell Briareos? About us I mean?” Deunan paused and said,
“No, honey, I haven’t. The time just doesn’t seem right, yet.” Honey?
She said honey? She said ‘honey,’ and wasn’t asking for it to be passed
across the breakfast table. I feel better about offering my gift even more.
She’s so far gone, I doubt even she knows just how deep she is. Her face
softens and a small smile curls her lips. I doubt that if she even knew that
she would care in the least bit. “I will,” she added “though, I promise. I just
don’t think he can handle knowing about us right now.” If I had eyes, I’d be
rolling them right now. So I just settle for blinking my optic sensors from
red to blue and back again. “I know you will, Deunan.” Hitomi opened the
fridge and bent over to peer in.
You know, sometimes being a cyborg isn’t so bad.
My optical lenses come complete with “zoom” and take in the sight of
Hitomi’s backside covered in the deep green silk of her robe, and Deunan’s
reaction. The tongue snaking out to moisten lips, the barely perceptible
tightening of toned abs, and immediate pebbling of her pale pink nipples.
“What exactly are you looking for, Hitomi?” “Cheese, grapes, anything.
I’m starving,” replied the small woman. “Me too, but, what I’m hungry for
is definitely not on one of those shelves.” That voice was practically oozing
raw sexuality. And just two months after being able to give her emotions full
reign, Hitomi also picked up on the inflection. Still bent at the waist, she
twitched her hips slightly, Deunan gulped. “And what exactly did you have in
mind Deunan?” Without answering the muscular lean body was molded to
Hitomi’s backside, who pressed backwards with a quiet moan. This was better
than being a fly one the wall! I could make out every soft sigh and even see
the small hairs on the back of Deunan’s neck stand slightly on end in response
to the moan she heard. Despite being in front of the open fridge, their bioscans
were displaying rapidly rising body temperatures.
Hitomi stood up slowly, shut the door to the fridge, and leaned her
full length into Deunan. Bringing her hands around from where they had been
resting on the soft hips, Deunan let her hands glide just below where the hem
of the silken robe brushed against Hitomi’s thighs. Tracing light patterns on the
skin cause raised gooseflesh on Hitomi’s silky thighs. Slowly, bringing her
hands up to the tie at the slight waist of the woman in front of her, Deunan
lightly caressed Hitomi’s neck with her lips as she tugged on one loose end
f the tie. The silk flowed smoothly, revealing an expanse of pale creamy flesh,
and full firm breasts with hardened dusky nipples. Standing, pressed together,
with only a thin layer of silk separating them, Deunan brought the tips of her
fingers to the smooth skin of her lover’s stomach. Brushing so lightly that she
barely disturbed the soft downy hair under her fingertips she occasionally allowed
her fingers to touch Hitomi’s flesh. Each caress triggered a soft sigh and gentle
surging of Hitomi’s hips. Never have I seen her so gentle and reverent in her
motions. Deunan moved with the grace, and agility of a panther. What a deadly
combination. Hell, she’s never handled a bomb as delicately, trust me, I’ve seen
it, yet, there it was, graceful tenderness, completely opposite of the fervent
love-making we used to share. She continued to stroke Hitomi’s exposed body.
Moving her fingers slowly, tracing a delicate pattern over her stomach and hips,
slowly upwards to scratch lightly on the underside of the other woman’s breasts.
She worshipped every inch of flesh she could reach. Never staying in one place
for more than a split second, and playing all over her skin, avoiding the rock hard
nipples screaming for attention. As she nipped and sucked up and down a long
graceful neck, I could make out soft begging whimpers coming from Hitomi, and
low answering moans from Deunan.
Finally taking pity on her lover, her hands cupped and lifted the two firm
globes, her thumb and forefinger resting lightly on either side of the nipples.
Hitomi reached backwards with one hand, finding purchase on Deunan’s smooth,
firm ass. Her free hand reached behind her head, to run her fingernails up her
neck and to tangle lightly in the blond cropped hair. Without warning, she
clenched both of her hands, the one hand yanking the blond hair while the
other dug fingernails into the muscled ass, if possible bringing them even closer
than before. Caught by surprise, Deunan’s fingertips clamped together on Hitomi’s
nipples. And both women cried out with relief. Two hearts started
pounding harder than before. “Turn around.” Deunan said as she guided the
dark haired woman around to lean back against a bare counter. Stepping into
Hitomi’s open arm, she placed light kisses on her forehead, nose, cheek, stopping
to suckle lightly on a sensitive earlobe. Hitomi hissed out her pleasure at this.
“This needs to go.” And the robe fluttered to the ground. Leaning slightly
backwards, Deunan took another opportunity to gaze at her partner. Her eyes
darkened with what I knew to be intense desire. Hitomi’s body was exquisite,
pale and soft with curves in exactly all the right places. No doubt she was
memorizing every square inch. I knew I sure as hell was.
“You’re beautiful. Perfect.” Deunan’s voice was husky and low.
Amber eyes dropped to stare at the ground and a slow blush graced
delicate white features. Even with my heightened audio sensors, I nearly
missed the barely breathed ‘thank you’ in response. Deunan placed two fingers
under Hitomi’s chin and tilted her head up to meet her gaze. Staring hungrily
at each other, long moments passed before Deunan lowered her lips to stop
scant centimeters before touching, Hitomi closed the distance. The kiss at
first, was soft and tender. And the tip of Deunan’s tongue passed her lips
and gently caress against Hitomi’s, begging for entrance. Permission
granted. And two tongues dueled wetly, between hot mouths. Sighing
in contentment, hands roamed freely between the pair, stroking here
and there, light scratches, muscles clenching and relaxing. Hitomi
was the first to break the kiss. Arching her back, she presented
herself to Deunan who, smiling sexily, Deunan trailed down Hitomi’s
throat. Alternating sharp nips and soothing kisses, she traced the
delicate collarbone from one end to the other before continuing the
journey south. Grasping gently, the backs of Hitomi’s thighs she lifted her
easily and deposited her on the counter, who gasped in surprise as her
overheated skin came in contact with the cool metal.
Muttering her satisfaction at the contrast in temperature, she
reached softly behind Deunan’s neck and guided her to her aching breast.
This time, Deunan wasted no time, and closed her mouth around Hitomi’s
right nipple as her hand lifted the other breast lightly and a quick flick to
that nipple caused her lover to grind slightly against the unyielding countertop.
Deunan’s tongue lathered attention to the painfully hard bud while her fingers
did he same to the other. Tongue, teeth, and lips alternately sucked, kissed,
nibbled, and flicked. Fingers tugged, flicked, and rolled the other. Tiny beads
of sweat formed on Hitomi’s top lip. Her bottom one was trapped between even,
white teeth. “Deunan, I need you now.” She managed to call out. “Not yet.”
the warrior said. “Please, I’m ready now.” Her pleas were ignored, until she took
it upon herself to drag her hand along the inside of her thigh, up higher until she
connected with her own silken center. A long, lustful moan caused Deunan to
look up from her pleasant task and gaze hungrily at the two glistening fingers
presented to her. With, what could only be considered a smirk, she grabbed
Hitomi’s wrist to keep it steady. Then ran her tongue from the base of the
fingers up to the top and bit gently down before enveloping both in her mouth.
Lavishing attention to the digits, she growled her rising excitement.
Releasing the fingers, she ran her hands from the base of Hitomi’s neck, down
her back, stopping to squeeze the ass that fit perfectly in her hands, and then
down the outside of her thighs. Reaching her lover’s knees, she slowly nudged
them apart and stepped between them. Pulling her easily forward, both gasped.
Guiding her backwards to lean against the cupboard, Deunan allowed the
rhythmic rocking of Hitomi’s hips to coat her midsection with her love’s essence.
Knuckles whitened as they clenched the edge of the counter. And before the
frantic grinding could take Hitomi over the edge, her hips where stilled by strong
hands.
“Please Deunan. I don’t know how much more I can take.” The
soft beseeching tone was obviously designed to sound soft and vulnerable.
The reaction was immediate. A kiss so passionate that Hitomi cried out into
the mouth that was devouring hers. Deunan ran her short nails down the
entire length of the small body. Down her neck and to her chest, over her the
swell of her breast and across the nipples causing another sharp buck of
Hitomi’s hips. She proceeded down her stomach, making the muscles twitch,
over the curve of her hips, and across the insides of her thighs. Not close
enough to ease the ache, but just enough to glide through the slickness
found there. Opening her love wider than before, Deunan broke the heated
kiss and said “You’re mine.” “Yes, Deunan., all yours.” At that moment
green eyes looked into the bioroids soul. “Hitomi, I’m yours.” A simple
statement really, but said with such conviction there left no doubt that
The Goddess of War was conquered. She smiled softly in acceptance and
trailed her index finger down the contour of Deunan’s strong jaw line.
“I know.” She replied.
Another quick kiss and Deunan was blazing a hot trail down the
writhing body on the counter. Lower she bent, closer and closer to Hitomi’s
center, conveniently opening herself to my gaze. And what a sight it was!
The abundance of juices drenching her core and thighs was testimony to her
desire for Hitomi. Damn this is hot! Spreading her legs wide to brace herself
she bent the remainder of the way to take the initial taste of Hitomi’s essence.
Oh this is not good! This is definitely not good! Her fucking head is in the
way! Some higher power somewhere is getting a laugh out of this. Hitomi’s
crying out loudly at whatever she is doing between her legs. From what I can
see, it looks like Deunan is trying to crawl inside of her. Each movement was
greeted with a sharp cry or sensual moan from Hitomi. Each sound was
echoed in the form of a sympathetic clenching of Deunan’s center, releasing
even more of her essence. This is ridiculous! Somebody please do
something! I’ve never been much of a praying man, but right now I was
begging any deity to listen and take pity on me. Another small scream
and the god of Horny Cyborgs must have been listening. Maybe he was
watching the same thing I was. Who the hell cares? All that mattered was
that Deunan lifted on of Hitomi’s legs to rest the heel on the edge of the
counter, opening her just wide enough for me to watch that talented tongue
at work. Thank you thank you thank you!
Deunan’s tongue was sliding smoothly between silken folds.
From the base of her slit all the way up to her pulsing clit. Swirling, flicking,
and lightly sucking, humming softly. Moving her tongue inside and pulling
out quickly, then down, up, inside, over and over repeatedly driving Hitomi
higher and higher. “Oh yes, Deunan! Oh Deunan!” Hitomi grasped double
fistfuls of short blond locks, and held so tightly I could see her knuckles
whiten. She ground frantically against Deunan’s fiery tongue with wild abandon.
Without warning, Deunan grazed her teeth along her swollen clit before
capturing it between her lips and sucking with all her might. The soft cries
and moans of pleasure from Hitomi became heedless cries of passion as
she screamed her release.
Deunan continued to lap, like each drop from her lover was the
difference between life and death. When the tremors from the body under
assault by her tongue finally calmed, she slowly kissed her way up the flushed
body that was heaving as her breath came in gasps. With infinite care,
Deunan enveloped her in a soft embrace, rocking gently and whispering
softly in her ear. Hitomi weakly wrapped her legs around Deunan’s waist and
rested her head on her shoulder, clinging with all of her sapped strength.
The sight was beautiful. The two women wrapped around each other,
Deunan tracing soothing patterns along Hitomi’s back and gently kissing
the head tucked under her chin. A light sheen of perspiration coated their
bodies reflected the harsh lights of the kitchen, causing them to fairly glow.
They stayed like this for long moments until with a soft hum;
Hitomi tilted her head slightly to place a light kiss on Deunan’s neck. The
resulting purr caused a wicked grin to shape her lips. Oh! The big bad
warrior was in for it now.
“Mmm. That was wonderful. Thank you,” Hitomi sighed. Deunan smiled
“Oh, anytime. Trust me.” “You know, that brings up a rather interesting
point, Deunan.” A light suck to the throat. “Mmm. What point?” “Trust,
Deunan.” Small hands traveled down to cup and squeeze her lover’s ass.

“Yes…mm...Trust, interesting.” “I’m glad you think so Deunan. Can you
be trusted? To do what I say, to obey me? Deunan, do you trust me?”
With this, Hitomi brought one leg in between Deunan’s and the hands
she had still on her ass jerked forward causing Deunan’s mound to collide
with her thigh. “Oh yessss. I trust you Hitomi. I’ll do anything for you.”
The warrior said almost powerless. “That’s good, that’s very good.
Deunan …get on the floor.” “Huh?” “Get on the floor, now.” “Bu...” Deunan
said perplexed. “I thought you said you trusted me, Deunan.” She raised
her head to stare directly into emerald eyes that were slightly widened,
searching for her answer. “I do. I swear I do. Bu...” In the sweetest
voice the bioroid said, “Deunan, please listen to me. I only want to make
you feel good and pleasure you. Will you allow me?\" I could tell she was
struggling within herself no one ordered Deunan Knute to do anything!
But gazing into the amber eyes of her lover, something must have clicked
into place. She let a soft breath of air escape and her lips curled into a
gentle smile, she nodded slightly. As she stood there, stark naked in our
kitchen, submitting to the will of another, my friend had never looked more
beautiful. “Yes,” she breathed. And stepping backwards, she lowered
herself to a kneeling position on the floor. Hitomi landed softly on the
cool tile and kneeling in front of her and placed one hand on either side
of her head as she lowered her mouth to soft full lips. The tip of her
tongue traced Deunan’s mouth, eliciting a sensuous groan. “Deunan,
lie down for me on your back.” The warrior lay backwards slowly, her
flushed skin coming into full contact with the cold hard floor and her
chest rose and fell in a slightly uneven pattern. She lay completely flat
with her legs together and her arms at her sides, her feet being the
nearest part of her body to my hiding place in the closet.
“Are you ready?” Deunan only nodded in response. “Good. Now close
your eyes.” Hitomi whispered and Deunan hesitated. “Now.” The bioroid
commanded and her eyes snapped closed. “Good, thank you. Now take
both of your hands and clasp them together behind the small of your
back” Sliding her hands underneath to settle at the small of her back, her
spine curved slightly causing her breasts to jut forward proudly. “Yesss…
that’s exactly what I want.” She reached forward to lightly pinch a hard
nipple, which made Deunan’s eyes once again fly open and her hips
twitched slightly. “I thought you said you could be trusted, and that
you would obey me.” “I-I’m sorry. I will I promise.”

Hitomi leaned over and her hair fell softly forward, framing her
face. “ My warrior, listen to me, hm? Laying here on the floor, with your
hands behind your back and your eyes closed, who do you think is in
charge? Who holds all the control?” Deunan replied: “Y-you do, Hitomi.”
The bioroid sighed, “Wrong, sweetheart. I’m here to make you feel good
and to give your body what it’s obviously craving.” She slid her index
finger swiftly between muscled legs, causing her hips to buck. She s
lowly licked the moisture she’d gathered, humming softly at the taste.
Turning her attention back to her lovers face, she said, “I’m not the
one in control here. You are. You hold all the power to stop this anytime
you want. All you have to do is open your eyes again, or move you hands.”
Deunan only managed to say: “Bu...” When Hitomi interrupted “No buts”
This is your show. You’re in control and if you open your eyes, or
remove your hands from behind your back, I stop. It’s all up to you,
and you will determine the pleasure you do or do not receive. You are
chained only by your own will, do you understand?” She spoke softly
and the sound of her voice seemed like silk and Deunan’s breath
evened out and she nodded again slightly. “Now, are you ready, love?
Okay, close your eyes for me.” Hitomi asked. Deunan complied, and
shifted her hands behind her back, her legs opened slightly, giving me
a glimpse to the treasure hidden within. “Not yet. Keep your legs straight
and together.” Damn you Hitomi! Not even with my sensors can I see
anything if you don’t open those legs! She leaned over and placed a kiss
so light on Deunan’s lips that it was hard to tell if they had touched at all.
“Relax, love.” With the tip of her nail, she outlined each muscle of the
well defined abdomen, and the expression on her face showed that she
was fascinated at the way the muscles clenched and relaxed as
gooseflesh rose along the track she was drawing on the skin. Moving
slightly downwards, she trailed her nail from one hipbone to the other,
lightly grazing the smooth pubic bone. Deunan raised her hips in an
effort to increase the contact but a firm hand pushed her hips down.
“Stay” she commanded.

Deunan growled slightly but obeyed. Leaning forward,
the bioroid’s tongue traced the same pattern her finger had previously
traveled along taut muscles, tasting the sweat shimmering on the strong
body. She dipped the tip of her tongue lightly into a well formed navel,
causing Deunan to dig her heels into the floor tiles. Her right hand ran
in long smooth strokes along well toned thighs, and Deunan’s breath
became more shallow and quick. With another quick kiss, she
abandoned her lover’s stomach and moved upwards. Twisting from
her position she straddled Deunan’s thighs, touching, but just enough
for her lover to know she was there. She placed a small sharp bite
to Deunan’s straining nipple.“Yesss,” Deunan hissed. “Liked that?”
Hitomi’s lips attacked as the enslaved woman beneath her responded
“MMM, yessss.” Wrapping tightly around the pebbled flesh of one breast
she sucked and pulled with her mouth, eliciting a lusty moan.
“I love the way your skin tastes.” Hitomi murmured as she
savored every inch of her chest as the firm legs clenched together to ease
the unbearable ache of a swollen clit. Alternating between each breast,
she pinched each nipple forcefully and then soothed it with long lazy
caresses of her tongue and tortured, driving her excitement higher.
Deunan clamped her teeth down tightly on her bottom lip and struggled
to keep her eyes shut, as Hitomi sucking on the pulse point of her
warrior’s neck whispered softly, “Don’t move love, OK?” Deunan nodded
vigorously in agreement, then whimpered softly as partner’s body left
hers. But she wasn’t disappointed for long, as the slender body turned
and straddled her again, this time with her head near the slick core,
positioning her own center mere inches from her lover’s eager mouth.
With a deep breath, Deunan drew in the sweet scent before her and
raised her head slightly. “No, don’t move. Not unless I tell you.” Who
knew warriors could pout? But she did as she growled her frustration
but returned her head to its resting place on the tile.

Hitomi teased with feather light kisses to hips, upper thighs,
and pubic mound, which came in random patterns and intervals, not
following her to anticipate when or where the next would grace her skin.
“Open your legs for me.” The request was readily obeyed. “Beautiful.”
I agreed whole-heartedly with the sentiment. Now exposed lips and
thighs shone with excitement, the skin flushed with desire. “Now,
bend your knees for me.” Again, the warrior complied, and cried out
when a hot breath of air teased her core, somehow straining to keep
her hips on the floor. “Such a wonderful sight, and love, I want to taste
you. Do you want me to taste you Deunan?” Hitomi said taunting her lover.
“Yessss.”

“Ask me. Tell me what you want.” “I want your mouth on me.
I want youto taste all of me. Please Hitomi.” Soft, supple lips were
lowered, and Hitomi hummed her pleasure as she proceeded to clean the
abundant moisture from strained thighs. Moving towards the center, her tongue
snaked out to sample directly from the source and she slid her tongue
inside and then removed it completely, the young bioroid was likely to
drive the woman underneath her insane. She swirled her tongue expertly
around the engorged clit and bit down softly. Deunan’s head thrashed
wildly and her heels dug harder into the floor, but only her incredible
strength kept her hips from flying up to gain more pressure against the
tongue torturing her. Lowering her own center closer to Deunan’s mouth,
she said, “Lick me.” A deep moan greeted the frantic swipe of the
wanting tongue, and she pulled away to return to her own task.
Continuously she licked and sucked, teasing the warrior mercilessly.
“Please Hitomi. Please.” “Please what, Deunan?” She inquired. “Is
there something you wanted? Tell me.” “I want- I want you in me.
Inside of me please!!” “My tongue?” Hitomi’s tongue moved swiftly
inside of Deunan and then out again. “Or my fingers?” And a long
nimble finger pumped once inside and was withdrawn. “Please.
Please, Hitomi, your fingers. I want your fingers. Please.” The
Goddess of War begged without shame. “All you had to do was ask,”
the chuckled reply came, and she quickly turned her body until she
was facing the same direction as Deunan.
Straddling one thigh, she lowered her slick center to come in contact
with Deunan and with a moan she moved to capture a passionate kiss.
Deunan groaned as she tasted her own passion on the lips and tongue
of her lover. Sucking deeply on the tongue in her mouth she flexed
her thigh against Hitomi’s wetness. “I want to feel you moving under
me. Keep your eyes closed and your hands behind your back, but you can
move.” The soft sigh that followed that declaration could only be described
as a sigh of relief, and the warrior wasted no time bringing her thigh into
firmer contact with Hitomi’s drenched center and they both released
excited whimpers at the contact. Bringing her hand downward, her
delicate hand cupped Deunan’s mound as she allowed the movement
of the swollen clit to rub against her palm until the erotic hip movement
became more frenzied. “Slow down, love. I don’t want you to come yet.”
Moving her hand slightly, she broke the contact with the excited clit and
trailed her fingertips lazily around the opening of Deunan’s core, gliding
smoothly and causing her hips to push forward; seeking firmer contact
and one finger slipped in side her and was quickly withdrawn. No matter
how she moved, Deunan could not gain purchase against the single finger
tormenting her. In and out Hitomi moved with no set pattern, whenever it
seemed that she was getting too excited, too close to release, the small
girl slowed her pace or stopped completely. Repeatedly, she tortured her
lover until excited cries turned to desperate pleas. I could see that her
eyes were scrunched tightly closed and her teeth were clamped together,
her hips rose full off the floor in another attempt to impale herself on long
slender fingers and her hands were clenched so forcefully together that the
knuckles were stark white in an effort to remain attached to each other.
This was too good, I found myself doing what came naturally, crossed my
legs to relieve the pressure that was no longer there, I swear I had a robot
hard on. The small bioroid only recently stripped of her virginity, was doing
more for my former lover that I could ever do. Never would she succumb to
this fully or tolerate any show of dominance over her; yet she lay writhing
on the kitchen floor, begging wantonly to the young woman astride her thigh.
“Please. Please take me. Don’t stop…pleasssse! Oh fuck!” she cried out
as Hitomi added another finger and thrust into her. Sliding in and out
fluidly she drove Deunan higher. “Are you ready, love? Do you want to
come for me?” Hitomi’s breathing was erratic, her own excitement nearing t
he peak.“Yes! Yes please!” Deunan replied. “Then open your eyes.
Look at me.” She gasped. Deunan’s striking green eyes opened and locked
on her lovers and time froze. Hitomi’s hand stopped its frenzied thrusting;
her hips stopped rocking on the hard thigh between her legs. Their heaving
chests calmed momentarily. It seemed an eternity passed before Deunan
whispered, “I love you Hitomi.” With that, Hitomi brought her thumb into
contact the clit crying out for attention, and a subtle twist of her wrist sent
Deunan over the edge. She followed, her back arching as her cries joined
her lover’s in a sensual duet. Bodies sweating and rocking, they rode out
the waves of their orgasm together until Hitomi collapsed on the body
underneath her.

Somehow, Deunan mustered the strength to wrap a weakened
arm around the young bioroid pinning her in place. Long moments
passed as they lay entwined, clinging desperately to each other, the
aftershocks slowly fading and their breathing beginning to even out.
Hitomi started to speak. “I love you too, Deunan.” The grin that crossed
the warriors face was breathtaking. “Shit, Briareos should be home soon.
We gotta move.” Deunan stated. Hitomi reluctantly nodded her agreement
and they peeled themselves off of each other. Standing slowly they
stretched sore muscles sighing in relief. Amber eyes darkened as they
devoured the sight of extended muscles as Deunan’s fingertips reached
toward the ceiling. “Deunan?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not done with you yet. You’ve got five seconds to get
into your bedroom.”
“Bu…”
“Four.”

And Deunan was off, out the kitchen, vaulting the couch
and down the hall to her bedroom. Hitomi chuckled wickedly, and
followed at a more leisurely pace moving like a giant cat stalking her
prey, I knew Deunan was really in for it now. I heard the bedroom doo
r shut, signaling it was time to finally leave my prison. Stepping quietly,
I peered around the door, you know, just in case. Seeing no one, I
made my way into the living room and placed the canister in the middle
of the coffee table where they were sure to see it, whenever they finally
came out of the bedroom. I wasn’t counting on that to be any time soon.
I was out the door half a minute later leaning against the wall with a sigh
of relief and then an almost giddy feeling swept through me. I just watched
Deunan and Hitomi going at it like a pair of crazed weasels. Life was good!

Stepping out into the fading sunlight of a gorgeous Olympus evening,
I felt on top of the world, like I could take on anybody or anything.
I wasn’t above strutting and coming to the sidewalk, I waiting patiently
for the traffic to clear so I could cross. A sleek red car was approaching
with its music blaring.

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!

FIN

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