The shouting grew louder as you approached, the hallway free of bodies. The rest of the hideout was cleared out, your chrome & iron having done the job, or perhaps not in favor of a more subtle entrance. With that, your gig should've been done here and now.
But you didn't account for any hostages, or a daemon based on all that screeching...
"YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, YOU'RE ALL DEAD! DEAD! EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU WHEN I'M OUTTA THIS!" That rabid threat lead you to the cellar, lock already dealt with once you reached the bottom of the stairs. Moving inside, you're met by grime & dust, almost no light save for weak rays from the stairwell plus the huge floodlight emplaced in the center, aimed at a crappy bed. On it, you discover the fiendish little presence, frantic eyes of rage targeting you at once.
"HEY, YOU, ASSHOLE! GET ME THE FUCK OUT THIS! I'M GONNA KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THESE GONK BASTARDS UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT OF THEM! FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT!" Writhing within her bonds, purple electric strands restraining her to the bed, all she had on were her bra & panties. The scene spoke for itself, but based on your unintentionally timely arrival, it looked like the gonks didn't get the chance to go any further. To say this was an unexpected hitch in the equation would be an understatement...
Now what?
“I’ll let you out, but on my terms.” I say before leaning in closer and seeing the wet spot in her panties.
"Oh? So you're gonna be one of those 'good guys', huh?" Rebecca snorts derisively at the irony. "Fine by me, but don't go thinkin' you can just make me forget about all this." She nods her head towards the ceiling and the rest of the hideout beyond. "They didn't get to finish what they started with me, and you won't be able to either if that's what you're after!"
“Not what I was talking about, so don’t worry your pretty face.” I say with a grin before grabbing the electric restraints and snapping them off with just my hands.
"Well... thanks." She grunts as she rubs her wrists, wincing at the pain. "But you're still gonna have to answer why you came down here. And don't try tellin' me it was just for me..." Her gaze flickers between you and the bed, a coy smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Besides," she adds with a wink, "I ain't no damsel in distress."
“No, I noticed as much. Look, I ain’t no saint myself, but I’ll gladly help such a fine lady as yourself to kill some goons.” I hand Rebecca her shotgun and pull out a small, purple-bladed knife before tossing it over. “Here, a gift.”
"Oh?" She arches an eyebrow as she catches the knife with her cyberarm, studying it for a moment before nodding appreciatively. "Well, isn't this just sweet? So what do you say, choomba? Wanna team up and end some lives together?" Her grin widens, becoming predatory. "And maybe afterward... we can have some fun?"
She wiggles her ass suggestively at you, the gesture almost obscene given their circumstances.
“Oh, aren’t you just a treat.” I say with a grin, feeling my cock harden in response. “Well then, let’s go and kill some people, shall we?”
"That's the spirit!" She grins wide, her excitement obvious as she climbs off the bed and retrieves her shotgun. "Let's go paint the town red!" With that, she leads the way back upstairs, eager to get back into the fray. Along the way, she glances at you over her shoulder with a sultry smile, her body moving in a fluid motion that speaks of both confidence and danger.
"You know, I never thought I'd say this... but it's nice to have someone looking out for me." Rebecca smirks flirtatiously as they approach the top of the stairs. "And who knows? Maybe after we finish here, you and I could..." Her voice trails off suggestively, her eyes locked on yours. "...get better acquainted?"
With that teasing comment hanging in the air, she readies her shotgun, taking up a position behind you as you step into the hallway beyond.
“That sounds fine by me.” A long and tedious battle ensues, with some scratches on our side and many, many casualties on the other. When there’s just a couple of people left I hear Guts go off behind me, blowing a large hole in my torso. I turn around to see Rebecca slowly rising to her feet with a pained expression, thanks to the sprained ankle she just got from a corpse she tripped over.
"Fuckin'... gonks..." Rebecca grumbles through clenched teeth as she hobbles over to you, wincing in pain with every step. She reaches out and places a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You okay, choomba? Looks like you took quite the hit." Her tone softens, becoming more concerned than flirtatious for once.
As she inspects the wound, her gaze flickers up to meet yours, a flash of something intense and unreadable passing between them.
“I’ll be fine, just give me a minute.” We chase down the last gonks and sit down beside each others to rest, and Rebecca’s eyes widen in surprise and disbelief as she sees that the large hole was now gone.
"What... what the fuck?" Her eyes widen in disbelief as she stares at your injury, her voice hushed and tense. "That shouldn't be possible..." She looks up at you, her expression a mix of shock and suspicion. "How did you do that? And how can it be gone now?"
Her fingers tremble slightly as they trace the edges of the spot where your injury should be, trying to find any lingering evidence that it ever existed in the first place.
“You’ll have to do something for me to reveal that.” I said, feeling a mix of annoyance, arousal and mock frustration coming from Rebecca.
Rebecca stiffens, her expression turning cold as she meets your gaze. "Well, fuck you, too," she spits venomously. "I'm not some damn lab rat to be experimented on." She tries to stand up, hobbling away from you on her injured ankle, but winces in pain and sits back down with a frustrated grunt. "Fine," she mutters under her breath. "What do you want me to do?"
“Just don’t tell anyone else.” I dig my fingers into my right arm and pull back what looks like a hatch, revealing a network of black, moving, pulsating tendrils beneath. “I found a little something about five years ago, and it makes my body pretty neat.”
"Five years ago?" Rebecca echoes skeptically, her eyes narrowing as she studies your arm with newfound interest. "You've had this the whole time and never said anything? And what do you mean by 'neat'?" Her expression shifts from suspicion to curiosity, and she slowly reaches out to touch the exposed tendrils, hesitating for a moment before making contact.
"So," she says quietly, her voice hushed in awe, "you're... enhanced?"
“You could say that.” I answered casually, not wanting to imply anything.
For several long moments, Rebecca remains silent as she continues to examine your arm. Her fingers trace the tendrils delicately, feeling their strength and resilience beneath her fingertips. "I... I never would've guessed," she murmurs finally, looking up at you with a mixture of wonder and fear in her eyes. "What else can it do?"
“Wanna try an arm wrestle?” I asked whole smiling to myself, leaning forward and pressing my elbow against the concrete between us.
At your question, Rebecca hesitates for a moment before her competitive instincts kick in. "You're on," she says with a grin, mirroring your lean forward. Their arms lock together, her small but powerful cyberarm pressing against yours as their muscles tense and strain beneath the surface.
After what feels like an eternity of intense effort, Rebecca's grin widens into a smirk as she slowly begins to force your elbow downwards.
I surprise her by smiling and taking a new grip around her hand, forcing her back with ease. “Not so easy, is it?”
Rebecca's eyes widen in shock as she feels herself being easily pinned. "What the fuck?" She gasps, her expression shifting from surprise to anger as she tries in vain to break your grip. But you hold firm, maintaining your strength and control even as she struggles against you.
Finally, she gives up, dropping her arm to her side with a huff of frustration. "Damn," she mutters, shaking her hand before glaring at you. "That's cheating."
“Maybe, maybe not, but It’s just what I am. By the way, want to see something freaky?”
"Freaky?" Rebecca echoes skeptically, her curiosity piqued despite herself. "You've already shown me one thing that puts you in a whole new league," she says, gesturing vaguely at your arm. "What could possibly top that?" With a small shrug, she settles back on the ground, watching you intently with an unreadable expression.
"Go ahead," she says finally. "Show me what you've got."
I reach up for my left eye and pluck it out, revealing cybernetics multiple generations ahead of the current top class behind. “I have a few tricks up my sleeve, but don’t worry. I won’t hurt anyone undeserving.”
Her eyes go wide with shock as she stares at your exposed optic, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. For several long moments, she says nothing, simply studying the intricate workings of your cybernetic eye as if it were some sort of alien artifact. When she finally speaks, it's with a shaky voice that betrays her sudden fear and awe.
"Jesus Christ," she whispers. "You... you shouldn't be able to..."
As if suddenly remembering something, Rebecca looks up at you with wide eyes. "Wait, if you're so different from everyone else..." She trails off, hesitating for a moment before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. "What does that mean for... us?" Her gaze drops to your lap, and she licks her lips nervously.
The implications are clear, but the words seem to stick in her throat as if they're too dangerous to speak aloud.
“I still have a normal cock if that’s what you’re worried about. However it might be a bit bigger than normal.”
"Well, isn't that just fucking perfect?" Rebecca snorts derisively before chuckling softly. "I mean, I guess it makes sense, considering..." She trails off, studying your expression for a moment before grinning mischievously. "But maybe we should test that out later, hmm? See just how big you really are."
Her eyes flicker down to your crotch again, and she licks her lips once more, the anticipation clear in her expression.
“Piqued your interest did I?” I chuckled knowingly, feeling myself grow semi-hard from her words. “Or perhaps you’d want to test it out right here? No one’s watching except for me.”
"Oh, I don't know..." Rebecca pretends to consider your offer, her gaze flickering between yours as she bites her bottom lip. "It might be more fun if there were... some risk involved." Her grin widens into a predatory smile as she slowly inches closer to you, her body moving in a fluid motion that seems almost sinuous.
"What do you say, choomba? Wanna play a little game?"
“Certainly.” I smiled widely, reaching out and pulling Rebecca up into my lap, hugging her softly from behind.
With a squeal of surprise, Rebecca finds herself in your arms once more. "Oh, come on!" she protests feebly, though there's an undeniable thrill in her voice that belies the words. "No fair starting with the upper hand," she teases, arching her back and pressing her body against yours.
Her hands move to your chest, fiddling with the buckles of your jacket before pushing it open, revealing more of your hardened flesh beneath.
“You’re the one asking for this, you know that?” I say before planting a kiss on her neck, making Rebecca tremble slightly against me.
"Mmmm..." Rebecca moans softly into your ear, her body pressing even closer as she feels the heat of your skin against hers. Her hands slide up your bare chest, exploring the muscles there before wrapping around your neck and pulling you down for a deep, hungry kiss.
The world fades away as their mouths move together in perfect harmony, teeth clicking and tongues dueling as they taste each other, seeking out new sensations with every touch.
“Damn, didn’t know you had such tongue-game.” My face lights up with a surprised and appreciative smile as we part, my cheeks slightly flushed from the kiss.
"Oh?" Rebecca teases, her lips curving into a satisfied smirk. "And here I thought you were just all talk." She leans in closer, her breasts pressing against your chest as she nibbles at your earlobe. "You'll find out soon enough what else I can do," she whispers before trailing kisses down your neck and over the collarbone, sucking gently on his skin.
I let out a small sigh of pleasure as she continues to tease me, but Rebecca whimpers in shock as she slides back slightly in my lap and feels the size of my cock pressing against her ass.
"Shit!" Rebecca gasps, her eyes wide with surprise. "You weren't kidding," she mutters, trying to steady herself as your hard length pushes insistently against her. Her thighs tremble slightly as she feels the heat of you through her thin panties, her body betraying its desire for this unfamiliar sensation.
"S-so big..." she whispers, arching her back again and pressing herself more firmly against you. "What am I going to do with all that...?"
“Do what you want, I’m not going to just start going to pound-town. Unless you want me to…”
"Oh?" Rebecca arches an eyebrow at you, her voice low and seductive. "And if I did want that... would you give it to me?" Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt as she leans back in your lap, their bodies moving in perfect harmony despite the awkward position they're currently in.
"I bet you could make me scream," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "I bet you could make me beg for it..."
“You’re playing with fire.” I warned her with a grin, but Rebecca just laughed and rubbed her voluptuous ass against my crotch more insistently.
"Oh yeah?" She purrs. "So you keep telling me." Her hands slide up your chest again, tracing patterns on your skin as she watches your reaction. "But I think we both know what would happen if I really pushed you... don't we?" There's a challenge in her voice now, a daring that makes your cock twitch against her.
"Go on," she whispers, leaning forward to nip at your earlobe. "Prove it."
With a growl of primal desire I grab Rebecca by the waist and pull down her shorts before flipping her over, entering doggy-style before pushing into her tight entrance with a fast and ruthless thrust.
"Oh!" Rebecca cries out as you take her roughly from behind. Her body is shocked by the sudden invasion of your length, but she quickly adjusts, moaning loudly as you begin to pound into her. Her hands scrape against the concrete floor, her nails leaving thin trails of blood in their wake as she tries to maintain some sense of balance and control.
"Fuck!" she shouts, arching her back and pressing her ass back into you. "That's it... give it to me..."
As your hips begin to move in a steady rhythm, driving deeper and faster into her body with each stroke, Rebecca's cries of pleasure echo through the abandoned hideout. Her ass clenches around you, milking your cock as she nears climax, her back arching further off the ground as she bears down on her hands and knees.
"Yes!" she shouts, her voice hoarse from exertion. "Fuck me harder! I want it all!"
I speed up even more and thrust into her with even more force, making Rebecca climax beneath me multiple times before I finally let go. My thick, creamy seed flows into her body, filling her aching pussy to the brim.
Collapsing forward onto all fours, Rebecca groans and shudders as your final thrusts send wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath, her ass still clenching around the thickness of you even as you begin to soften inside her.
With a sigh, she finally rolls over onto her back, spreading her legs and revealing your semen leaking from her pussy onto the floor.
"Well," she says after several long moments, looking up at you with a satisfied smirk. "I think it's safe to say we both got what we wanted out of that." She reaches out and traces a finger through the semen on her stomach, watching as it drips back down between your legs.
"Don't suppose I could get another round, huh?" she asks playfully, arching an eyebrow. "I mean, now that you know how much fun I can be..."
“Let, me drink something first…” I pant, spent but not done with our passionate encounter. I take out a large water bottle and down it in seconds before throwing the empty plastic away, turning to Rebecca again as my cock grows hard once more. “You ready for another round?”
"I'm always ready for another round with you," she says with a wicked grin. "But this time... maybe we should find somewhere a little less..." She gestures vaguely around them, taking in the dirty concrete floor and dimly lit cavern of the hideout. "... uncomfortable."
Her gaze drifts over your body again, lingering on your erection, now fully hard once more. "Maybe we should go somewhere with a nice, soft bed..."
“Yeah, you’re right.” I say as I see the scrapes covering her fingers, a reminder of our little endeavour. “Come, let me see that.”
Frowning slightly, she looks down at her hands, noticing for the first time how many tiny cuts and scraps cover her skin. "It's nothing," she mutters, trying to brush it off casually. But you reach out and take one of her hands in yours, gently turning it palm up so that she has no choice but to meet your gaze.
I place my hand over hers and tense slightly as a thick, viscous liquid covers her wounds. Rebecca gasps as the cool substance covers her fingers, but she quickly goes pale as it falls off and reveals nothing but clean, healthy skin beneath.
Her eyes go wide with shock and disbelief as she stares at her healed flesh. "W-what...?" she whispers hoarsely, slowly turning her hand over to examine the other side. There's no sign of injury there either; it looks like you've just magically made everything better.
"I..." She trails off, her voice shaking with emotion. "How did you do that?"
“Just a bit of nano-paste, nothing too fancy. Now then, let’s het going and maybe find a motel or something.”
She looks at you warily for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yeah... I guess that makes sense," she murmurs, still struggling to comprehend what just happened. With a shaky breath, she stands up, wincing slightly as her bruised and battered body protests the movement.
Together, you make your way out of the hideout and back into the city, searching for a quiet place where they can be alone and explore this strange new connection between them.
As you walk through the busy streets of Night City, Rebecca occasionally glances at your arm, her eyes filled with wonder and curiosity. She's still struggling to accept everything she's seen tonight, and a part of her worries that maybe this was all just some elaborate dream. But every time you catch her looking, you give her another glimpse of the impossible, and she can't help but feel drawn in by your incredible abilities... and by you.
Eventually, you find a seedy motel on the outskirts of town, its neon sign flickering brightly in the night sky like a beacon for wayward travelers. You lead her inside, your fingers entwined as you make your way to one of the rooms. The air smells stale and faintly of cheap perfume, but it's private, and that's all that matters at this moment.
“So, want to continue where we left off?” My face was covered in a large smile as I saw Rebecca’s lustful expression, and I knew the answer.
Her reply comes out in a breathy moan as she presses herself against your side. "Yeah," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "I want to see what else you can do... I want to feel it all." She looks up at you through her lashes, her eyes dark and hungry.
With shaking hands, she unbuttons your jacket and slips it from your shoulders, revealing more of your hardened flesh beneath.
The room is dimly lit by the flickering glow of a cheap bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the worn carpet as you guide Rebecca to the bed. She's trembling with anticipation, her entire body thrumming with desire for you and whatever it is that you can do.
As you lay her down on the unmade sheets, she spreads her legs invitingly, arching her back off the mattress as if offering herself to you.
“Maybe we should change things up a bit, don’t you think?” I plop down onto the bed beside Rebecca before undoing my pants and pressing my cock against her lower back. “I want you to ride me.”
Her eyes go wide with surprise and delight at your words. "Really?" she whispers, her voice trembling. "You want me to... ride you?" She turns onto her knees, gripping the sheets tightly as she looks down at your erection pressed against her lower back. With a shaky breath, she lowers herself slowly, feeling the thick length slide between her folds.
As Rebecca begins to ride you, her body sliding up and down your length in perfect rhythm, the sounds of their flesh slapping together fill the quiet room. She throws her head back with a moan, her hair falling around her face as she loses herself in the sensation. Her breasts bounce freely with each thrust, taunting you with their perfection.
Her eyes meet yours again and again during their forbidden coupling, and each time they connect it feels like an electric current shooting through your body.
As she rides you harder and faster, her breath comes in ragged gasps and her nails dig into your chest, drawing beads of blood. The motel bed squeaks beneath them, the springs creaking with every thrust of their hips.
Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, forcing out a gasping moan as she convulses around you.
With a groan of pleasure and release, Ithri comes hard inside her, his hips bucking upward to drive deeper with each thrust. His fingers dig into her hips, guiding her as she rides him, urging her on until they both collapse in a sweaty heap on the bed.
Their hearts pound wildly against their chests, their breath coming in ragged gasps as their bodies cool and relax from the intense passion that's just passed between them.
“I hope you’re on the pill, because if you don’t get pregnant from this I don’t know what will.” I gasp for air, feeling both exhausted and completely satisfied with how the night went.
"Oh please," she laughs, rolling onto her side to face him. "As if I would ever let anything like that happen." She runs a hand through his sweaty hair, smiling up at him affectionately. Despite everything, there's something about being with you that feels right.
"So," she says softly, her voice still husky from their exertions. "What next?"