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[Moore/Hsu/Fisto] - A Minor Risk of Tachycardia - 1d/1
(Anonymous) 2011-12-20 08:34 am (UTC)(link)His grin widened as she looked back at him. "You don't have epilepsy, do you?" he asked, amused.
"I do," she deadpanned. "I've had to forge medical papers all my life to avoid being kicked out of the army. It's really quite tragic." To that, he just raised an eyebrow, his unspoken prompt earning him an underwhelmed look in turn. "So how much did you spend on this, exactly?"
"Not a lot," he admitted, "but enough that it'll be a waste if someone doesn't put it to use,"
To that-- she might've laughed in any other situation, but now, all she could do was look at him incredulously. "So... if I refuse," she said, "does that mean you'll be the one 'cashing in' on whatever you dropped for this-- thing?"
"Is that your way of saying you want me to show you how it's done?" he said, eyebrows raised. "That's not your usual approach to things..."
She snorted, incredulous. "Of all the tactics to resort to, all the methods of persuasion, you're going to use that one?"
He smirked. "That depends. Is it working?"
Turning her attention back to the protectron as it stood where it was patiently, quietly turning its augmentations in slow rotations where they protruded, she fought a slight smile at the absurdity of it.
"You'll need to make up your mind soon, either way," Hsu said. "We only have it around for a half hour."
"It?" she said. "Starting to look more like a 'him' to me."
"Are you trying to imply something?" he said, feigning offense.
"Well... it's certainly not a 'her.'"
"Feminine subroutines are unavailable at this time," Fisto chimed in helpfully. "Installation of proper equipment may be required once subroutines are obtained. Please consult the manual for further instructions."
She canted her head towards the robot. "See?"
"Technicalities," James replied wryly. "Now come on..." he continued, nudging her panties down along her hips with his hands. "Provided your last physical didn't reveal any of the conditions mentioned... I don't see what you've got to lose by giving this a try."
"You mean aside from my dignity?" she said, grudgingly relenting.
"Aside from that, yes."
"Allotted time remaining: twenty-five minutes," Fisto informed them. "If you are having trouble choosing your preferred mode of pleasure, I have a list of options you may enjoy. There is the Double Bass, Around the World--"
Glancing between the protectron and the man at her back-- Cassandra sighed, and said, "I really hate you sometimes. You know that, don't you?"
And again, James just grinned, entirely too amused for his own good.
"--or, if you would like to engage my apparatus in a reciprocal fashion, there is--"
Exasperated, Cassandra said, "I think just-- 'standard'-- will be fine, thanks," to the robot tersely, effectively ending the recitation of its... many 'talents,' one supposed.
It raised its hands, the whirring sound gaining volume as the spinning of its add-ons picked up speed. "Please assume the position."
"Take it that's a yes?" James said in her ear.
Sad though it was to admit-- for curiosity's sake, it was.
"Give me three--" A pause. "No... five more shots of that scotch," she said, motioning towards the bottle, "and we'll see."
And she did.
There was some question on whether or not it was worth it, of course... but one thing was certain: by the time she'd finally relaxed enough to be brought to orgasm, the resulting climax had been-- powerful. Hsu had only persisted on helping her along with that, as well, reminding her verbally of some of the things they'd done before, things they'd gotten away with, calling to mind all sorts of compelling imagery. Between her legs, those strange thrusts became more powerful, more direct, a peculiar shift the robot's motions stimulating the nerves on her pelvic floor more directly. She'd arched in his grip, near-writhing, the bizarre sensations against her clit so consistent and-- downright intense that there was no stopping the loud moan that tore from her.
[Moore/Hsu/Fisto] - A Minor Risk of Tachycardia - 1e/1
(Anonymous) 2011-12-20 08:36 am (UTC)(link)"Operation complete," Fisto announced calmly, withdrawing, the rather-- unfortunate reminder of what had just done that to her bringing an awkward smile to her face. "Thank you for your business. You have ten minutes of your allotted time remaining. Would madam like to engage 'moreplay?'"
Opening her eyes to see Hsu grinning down at her, she heard him ask, "Would she?"
"I-- don't think so," she murmured, catching her breath slowly but surely. "Seems like-- now'd be a good time for you to 'show me how it's done.'"
He raised his eyebrows. "In ten minutes?"
"How long did it take you last time?"
He paused-- and grinned. "Five."
It was a grin she returned, shifting out of the man's way to say, "Then show me."
Re: [Moore/Hsu/Fisto] - A Minor Risk of Tachycardia - 1e/1
(Anonymous) 2011-12-21 03:49 am (UTC)(link)We need more Fisto/Any Female as it is.
Re: [Moore/Hsu/Fisto] - A Minor Risk of Tachycardia - 1e/1
(Anonymous) 2012-01-28 03:32 am (UTC)(link)NEW OT3 4 LYFE. <3