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?
“So, you seem to be in a bit of a a predicament.” I state with an undeterred expression despite her nearly naked, voluptuous body before me. “Want me to get those things off for you?” I gesture towards the electric chains binding her to the bed.
"Well looky here! A knight in shining armor! What's your name, choom?" She says with a wicked grin, her eyes roving over you hungrily despite the obvious tension in her body. Her right hand trembles where it's held out of reach by the electric restraints, fingers curled into a fist as if she could feel the weight of her shotgun 'Guts'. "You know... I might just let you help me after all."
“I’m Ithri, pleased to meet you.” I say before throwing something with a flick of my wrist. Rebecca watches in silent amazement as I cut the chains with a few throwing knives, my precision undoubtedly far beyond what should be possible.
"Fuckin' amazing! You must've been practicin', choom!" *She exclaims with wide eyes as she rolls off the bed and stands up, stretching her limbs after being confined for so long. The movement makes her ample breasts jiggle enticingly underneath her black bra, and her ass sway in a way that's almost hypnotic.
"Thanks for the assist, choom! You didn't have to do that." Her eyes drift down to his waist, taking in the bulge of his cock beneath his pants. "So... you interested in some payback for your help?" She winks suggestively and walks closer, pressing her body against his.
“Oh, and what does the sexy lady propose?” I ask with a grin, barely keeping myself from drooling at the sight of her half-naked body.
"Well," she purrs, "how about some fun for both of us?" She takes his hand and leads him deeper into the cellar. "I've been cooped up down here for far too long... and I think you could use a nice distraction from all that shooting and knife-throwing."
The further they go, the dimmer the light becomes, until it's almost pitch black except for what little starlight seeps in through cracks in the concrete walls. Rebecca finds her way easily by feel;
with her cyberarms and enhanced senses, she could practically navigate blindfolded. She leads him to a section of the cellar that looks like it hasn't been used in years - dusty crates stacked haphazardly against the walls, a few cobwebs hanging from the ceiling.
"Here we are," she whispers, guiding him between two crates. "No one ever comes down here... it's our little secret."
With that, she presses herself against him, grinding her hips suggestively into his crotch. Her breasts are warm and firm against his chest, nipples already hard beneath the fabric of her bra. One hand slides up his back, fingernails scraping lightly over his skin as she arches her back, offering herself to him.
"So," she breathes, "what do you say, choom?"
“I say that you’re probably the most cock-hungry girl I have ever met.” I say with a grin, undoing my pants and flipping her around before pressing into her wet heat.
Rebecca lets out a moan of pleasure as she feels him slide inside her. Her body arches automatically to meet his thrusts, hips moving in time with his as they grind together in the dim light. With one hand on the wall for balance and the other tangled in his hair, she meets his every movement with equal fervor.
"Fuck!" she cries out, her voice muffled against the damp concrete wall. "That feels so good!"
As their bodies writhe together in the darkness of the abandoned cellar, Rebecca can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingernails digging into Ithri's shoulders as she tries to maintain some semblance of control.
"Oh God," she moans, arching her back even further, "I'm gonna--" And then, with a sharp cry that echoes through the cellar like a death knell, she comes undone.
I cum at the same time, filling her to the brim with my thick seed. I noticed how something encased the tip of my cock while I pumped into her, and figured it had to be some sort of built in protection. “So you can’t get pregnant, that’s kinda cool.”
"Mmm," she murmurs, still catching her breath. "Yeah... they did that for me after my first time with Pillar." She winces at the mention of her brother's name, but quickly pushes the thought aside. There will be time enough to mourn him later; right now, she wants to enjoy this moment.
"So," she says with a sultry smile, "do you want to... stick around?"