Opening the door to what was supposed to be my apartment but was, in reality, turning into the rendezvous site for ‘clandestine debriefings’ with the Nikke under my command, I was forcibly pushed forward as my current guests barged in, both high on energy drinks.
Exia was a common sight in this high rise apartment, as she had the right given how she was supposedly keeping this place ‘secret’ from the Government. We all knew that meant ‘no photographic recorders and the worst quality audio recorders that wouldn’t give useful intel’, but given how profile my rise was in the Ark, the fact she could keep this illicit place safe was a miracle unto itself. And she used her prepared knowledge to dash ahead of her companion and claim the shower unit first.
“That’s cheating!” the newcomer Elegg called after her with zero actual regard for what had happened, more interested in exploring the ‘fancier than a civllians’ but still kinda cheap for a Commanders’ apartment. Unlike Exia, who was low energy until a gaming session was happening, the Electric Shock Squad Nikke seemed to be in a constant state of high energy.
Exia needed energy drinks to sustain her social batteries, whereas Elegg seemed to down them to enter states of hyperfocus.
“Not my fault I’m bett-“ the rest of Exia’s retort was drowned out as the shower unit’s makeshift privacy filter, a collaboration between all the technical minded Nikke, as a way to both have private time with whoever they dragged into the shower and to ensure those outside could have some secret canoodling time.
Settling down the multiple loot bags of both Nikke in the hallway, I parked myself on to the couch.
“Wasn’t expecting to be so wiped after a gaming convention, of all things.”
Settled in front of the entertainment center and rifling through the gaming collection Exia had been amassing on my behalf, Elegg’s plump backside was in the air as she dove deep.
“I’d have thought your social batteries were significantly more developed than Exia’s, given your job and the ludicrous amount of individual Nikke you deal with daily. Yet here you are, struggling after a single convention. Atleast Trony has an excuse.”
Given my tired state, my eyes were drawn to the slowly swaying hips glad in mini jeans threatening to tear at the seams. I had to shake myself back to more conscious thought when I realised I was very obviously staring directly her now evident camel toe.
If it were any of the other Nikke who I already had a bond and the permission of, I would gladly have gotten up, pulled her too short jeans down, and had my way with her. There had been way too many Nikke who had used that technique to seduce me that it seemed to be the ‘safe’ way to ensure a Nikke would make her move on me if she were too shy to directly claim me.
“I’d much rather deal with the Rapture than more convention goers.” I grumbled as I slouched into a position that let me lay down on the couch and avoid staring a hole into Elegg’s mini jeans.
I know I didn’t have that sort of power, since the surgeries Mary had suggested were just physical enhancements that ensured sex with Nikke wouldn’t permanently maim me, or worse, kill me.
Yet I couldn’t help but wonder what the more lucrative and boundary pushing Nikke might have snuck in and gotten improved by the cosplay loving Nikke who loved the inflicting pain part of her job as a Nikke. It wouldn’t be an actual weapon, but I also wouldn’t be surprised to learn if Isabel had managed to get very basic emitter that notified the Nikke in question when I was staring at them.
The more likely answer is that I was just obviously gawking and any Nikke with any interest in a ‘safe’ relationship with a Commander just took the lead. Still didn’t hurt to acknowledge the more insane possibilities, to keep my mind used to the sheer absurdity Nikkes were capable of.
“Where is Trony, by the way? She should have arrived long before we did.”
The hermit Nikke had managed to muster the courage to come to the Convention with Exia, Elegg and myself, and had been rewarded by getting the autograph of the actor who played the Black Ark Ranger, Trony’s favourite of series.
“She’s fine,” Elegg answered vaguely, before passionately keeping the topic on the cosplayed’ and not your problem. I didn’t hear you complaining about the congers when I saw you oogling all those cosplayers and eagerly offering your camera services. FOUND IT!” Elegg rightfully called me out, as she found whatever archaic game or gaming station she’d been searching for.
And she was right, I had been helping photograph a lot of the cosplayers. While I couldn’t deny my own desires, enough Nikke were interested in new clothes and costumes that Mary had done her damnedest to ensure I was a competent photographer, and knew what to look out for in terms of cosplayers she and the others who shared the interest should look into. I’d also given said cosplayers Mary’s cosplayer BlaBla account info if they needed help.
Having apparently set up whatever she’d found, Elegg crawled back to the couch I was lying on, her back to the couch and her head now lying on the side of my stomach as she tilted her head to look at me, her eyes hidden by what could only be described as the haircut of the protagonist of the more smutty games Exia enjoyed.
“Dunno why you’d be that into cosplayers, given the insane outfits the more domestic Nikke wear.”
I did a great job at not rolling my eyes at what the BOOM-obsessed Nikke had said.
She wasn’t wrong, given that every cosplay fetish seemed to be what each of the Big Three focused on whenever I was introduced to a new squad of Nikke.
Tetra was particularly bad about this: Mustang was a peacock of a man, so he made sure all of his Nikkes were as flamboyant as he was. They had five different types of maid outfits, almost every large chested Nikke was guaranteed to have an outfit that either emphasized their large racks or left little to the imagination, and were some of the more exotic ones given how they could range from maids to business chic to figure hugging asian fabrics that seemed to have been sculpted on to the Nikke wearing them.
Elysion was the closest Manufacturer to have a ‘believable’ outfit scheme for their Nikke, given all their units were Soldiers or Peace Keeper types, but Ingrid was a stylish and beautiful woman, and you couldn’t help but think her designers wanted to ensure that while Elysion Nikkes were expected to lead, they had to look good while doing so.
Missilis Industries were a paradox, as their Nikke clothes were normal outfits on individuals who made said outfits feel like fetishwear. Only Syuen would think to make ‘schoolgirl’ Nikke and then give them actual school girl uniforms.
My dick started to harden as I recalled what Tia and Naga had done to me. I was lucky they had decided to make that move after they had graduated, but if someone had evidence that a ‘Teacher’ had ‘taken their students home’, even Andersen would struggle to save my hide. And it’d give Syuen enough ammo that our little power plays against one another would go back to being a dangerous gamble.
I was just glad Elegg was distracted by installing BOOM to notice the tent behind her head.
“It’s part of a deal I have with Mary: I keep her informed about trends and up-and-comers, she goes out of her way to keep any medical related supplies as cheap as she can get them.”
I pulled my arm out from under her head, before giving her a pinch on the cheek, “It’s the only way I could afford the surgeries I’ve had.”
Elegg poked her tongue out yet before she could say anything more; the game system chimed that her copy of BOOM was ready to play, Elegg making excited noises at the success and her cute little fang edging forth to announce she was now in BOOM mode.
I stared in tired bemusement.
“How the fuck did you manage to get BOOM onto that?”
She turned to me and grinned, her hair blocking her eyes.
“Didn’tcha know? BOOM can run on anything~.”
She was right. The archaic shooter had been one of the few ancient pieces of entertainment that had survived The Fall, and it was probably due to the fact that if a piece of tech had basic computing power and a screen, it could potentially run the software. I even recall overhearing at the convention that there had been some archives recovered that BOOM had somehow been ‘run’ on microbe cultures. I had no idea how that worked, and was too tried to recall any more details of what was surely a piece of fiction.
“So thats the plan for tonight? BOOM until you pass out?”
“Pretty much!” Elegg turned, and raised a scandalous hand to her mouth before her next utterance, “Or were you hoping for something more~?”
“Great, means I can nap until y’all are done with the shower.” I sidestepped the obvious bait, while also managing to pull the small pillow trapped beneath my legs and placing it between Elegg’s head and my body, the act hopefully obscuring my bodily reaction to the curvaceous Nikke intimately close to me.
Elegg pouted, before a brief purple glow illuminated the her pale electric blonde hair covering her eyes, as if she’d decided something suddenly.
“Don’t you wanna take turns?”
“I’m good. I’m an amateur compared to you, I’m sure, and it’s rare I get so much down time that a nap is feasible.”
An aura of smugness radiated from the electrical Nikke, one I thought I was used to, having played many games with Exia: a pro gamer toying with a n00b.
But unlike Exia’s, which was more just excess banter, there was something predatory about the aura coming from Elegg.
“Makes sense.” Elegg stated, still refusing to look at the screen now that she had a new toy, “Only someone worse than Exia wouldn’t even try~.”
I bit my lip, and closed my eyes. Exia was better at a fair few games than I was. Couldn’t be helped, given how much free time the Genius Hacker had compared to a frontline Commander.
But I knew for a fact that I had an edge on Exia in shooters, and I knew Exia’s wins against me in the few she tried had been due to her hacking, as while she did lord how better she was at MMOs and Hunting Monster games, she didn’t acknowledge our matches in shooters beyond a few words during and after.
So I took this hit to my pride, as it would allow me blessed sleep.
“Guess you’re right.”
My sense of danger, a skill I had finely honed during my career in helping the Nikke fight Raptures and the Heretics, was warning me of something. As if I was stepping into a trap I should have seen coming, yet I had missed some important deta—
“Oh well. Guess Exia’s lil stat buffer really is just that, a cheap player only good for articially raising her sta-“
I groaned, sitting up. I refused to take this slander.
“What’s the play?”
“Two runs of Dread difficulty each. First run a test, second run the final result. Winner gets to make the loser do one thing of their choice.” Elegg was practically vibrating in place as she said that last sentence, rushing over herself as she sprung her ‘trap’.
I rolled my eyes. This was another thing the Nikke liked to do, to give themselves plausible deniability in case they weren’t happy with where things went.
“So long as it doesn’t involve leaving the apartment.”
A non-existent wind blew through the apartment, parting her bangs and finally giving me a clear view of her purple hued eyes, and I realised my mistake. This wasn’t an overeager nerdy Nikke trying to control a situation and fumble it into something sexual.
Elegg was a high cunning predator who had just backed her prey into a corner. The audible gulp I made as our eyes locked caused Elegg to giggle, bangs falling back into place and the happy-go-lucky Nikke to hand me the controller.
“Deal! You first, so I know what I’m dealing with.”
Pulling the pillow from behind her head and causing her to fall forward, I quickly asserted said pillow over my lap and sat down next to the BOOM-addicted Nikke, learning forward as I firmly planted my elbows on my knees as I assumed what Exia had jokingly called my ‘gamer stance’, where she said she knew I was taking a game seriously.
I quickly selected the first episode of the game, and instantly regretted my decision.
Unlike a lot of shooters I played, which just bumped up damage numbers and enemy spawns and ramped up the enemy AI, BOOM did all of that while also spawning enemies significantly faster and making their ‘slow’ attacks much faster.
Shooting the starting pistol and dodging and using what little movement techniques I’d learnt playing against Exia, I caught sight of what might have been the Exit Door.
A quiet “Fuck.” was my only response as a fireball brought my first run to it’s premature end.
“For a newbie, that’s pretty good for a first run! Most who try never make it out of the first room!”
I ignored Elegg’s praise, as I handed her the controller.
“Your turn.”
And for the next twenty minutes, I quickly learnt how just how outmatched I was. While knowledge was useful in a lot of modern games, most of them could easily be played on their hardest settings through repetition, eventually making encounters muscle memory.
And as I watched Elegg blast her way through BOOM, I realised that what was needed to beat BOOM on Dread wasn’t just skill, it was intimate knowledge of the level designs themselves.
Elegg would drop in and out of hidden rooms, finding significant upgrades or what were effectively second lives on the rare moments when she’d get hit.
It was only when she was eight levels deep and finally encountered some large demonic foes she called “The fucking Brusier Brothers…” that the fearsome gaming Nikke finally fell.
As she started to turn and I could see the gloating start to manifest, a voice rang out in the hallway.
“Shower is free!”, causing Elegg toss the controller at me and for her to bolt towards the bedroom door, her need for a shower apparently overriding her need to showboat.
I took a deep breath, and started my next run.
Instead of coming over to watch, Exia called out from the kitchen as she rummaged in the fridge, “You two have a bet?”
“Yup.”
“You gonna use her showering to cheat and try and get much further through sheer stubbornness?”
“Yup.”
“Good, I trained you right.” The fridge closed, and I could vaguely hear Exia toddle off in the direction of ‘my’ room. room.
“I’m heading to bed. When you lose and need a pick me up, feel free to come use my sleeping form~.”
I absentmindedly mumbled another “Yup.” as I focused on the incredibly hard difficulty of a classic shooter.
Given how lightning quick Elegg had been and how she had often not bothered to actually look where she was going, as she apparently knew the level layouts by heart, there was only so much of what I had seen her pull off I could even manage to replicate.
Four runs in, and I finally managed the first level.
Eight runs in, and I could reliably manage the majority of the second level.
Sixteen runs in, and I finally beat the third level.
It was on my twentieth run when Elegg rejoined me, whistling as she saw me transition from the third to fourth level. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen for a moment, for BOOM had a habit of quickly starting the next level and punishing unaware players. But as she stood next to me, I couldn’t help but catch hints of the sweet smelling soaps and shampoo she must have used.
Unlike before, when she’d been seated beside me, she had apparently refused to stoop down to my level, standing right next to me but ensuring she wasn’t in what little line of sight I might have had if I wanted to risk it.
“I’m shocked at your progress, Mr. Commander. Most newbies never make it this far.”
Her words of praise finally ignited a small spark of pride, which was what led to my downfall, as I entered a very tight maze and dozens of the fireball throwing demons spawned and I could do nothing as a wall of flames voraciously devoured the space between us before my BOOMguy fell.
“Not bad for a second run. But I do believe I win!” Elegg sounded smug, but this was a more acceptable level of smug, compared to the showboat-y ‘HA GET WRECKED n00b!’ one that had tried to manifest early.
“There was only so much I could d-“ My brain short circuited, as I turned to look at the now bare legs of the curvy Nikke, the only thing stopping me from getting a eyeful of her crotch was the fact that the angle at which she stood ensured her shirt covered it.
That smug look mixed with something predatory, as Elegg moved in front of me, her ass free of her tight mini-jeans and her glorious flesh on full display for a brief moment, before she again titled forward and ensured the angle of her shirt meant I couldn’t see anything without making it obvious I was trying to look.
Unfortunately for me though, was that as today had been a casual day, I had worn sweatpants, and this tantalising display left me full erect, and Elegg could see the tent withholding her prize from free inspection.
As my brain tried to form working patterns to re-establish a semblance of the fearsome analytical mind that had ensured the Ark hadn’t fallen, the sight of the ‘Come play with my Controller’ with the controller graphic stretched tight over her large breasts threatened to ensure I was not capable of anything beyond basic lack of impulse control.
The stretch patterned had been designed in a way to imply the thumbsticks were her nipples, and someone should hold them and use them as such, and it took all my will power to not just instantly comply with the suggestive idea the shirt implied.
Seeing as how she had full power over me, Elegg sprung her actual trap, “Hands up.”, to which I instantly complied. She was quick to grab them and push them back, pushing my back into the legs of the couch, my face now stuck in firm into the clothed flesh of her stomach.
A lot of Nikke had the bodies of super models, either ‘perfectly sculpted’ or ‘meant to be viewed desirable for sex’. And while Elegg was definitely curvy in her bust and her ass, I often failed to notice that Elegg’s stomach was naturally as thick, the soft folds of her stomach now evident as she buried my face into her stomach fat. She wasn’t the sort of fat that was common among the ‘lesser’ Commanders who sat back and let their Nikke do everything.
She had enough fat that, if I was to bend her over, I would have something besides her hips to grab on to, and that thought alone caused a bit of pre-cum to stain my sweatpants.
I loved touching the Nikke who allowed me to, but most of them were both very disciplined and muscled, or had ‘the minimum’ amount to ensure their minds could handle their Nikke body. It wasn’t common in the Nikke was close to for them to have ‘extra’.
“I do like it when you listen to me~.” Elegg purred, the sound sending sensations arcing throughout my body.
“So, are you gonna be a good Commander, and obey?”
“Yes.” I panted, shucking my dignity. I did enjoy being the more dominant one more, but it was so incredibly hot for a Nikke to just take control of me with confidence.
“Good.” She shifted forward, the shirt now lifting up and over my head, her thighs quickly approaching, her blonde pubes being backlit by the bright graphics of BOOM.
“Then feast~.”
I moaned as Elegg eased her drenched pussy to my lips, and I used my tongue to part her lips, allowing her sexual honey to grace my tongue.
I would never tell anyone but my beloved Counters Squad, but I very much enjoyed eating Nikke out. Unlike normal humans, Nikke’s bodily fluids weren’t unsanitary, as something about their energy cores and their goddessium bodies ensure bacteria and other microbial life didn’t last long. Sweat was purely salt and minerals, there was no waste from what they ate as a Nikke’s body was designed to use everything, and their ‘urine’ was just recycled water. But given their human minds, they still had to ‘act’ like this wasn’t the truth.
They still needed ‘health’ checkups during maintenance, but since I had become the ‘safe’ Commander, Mary ensured every Nikke routinely had every nook and cranny of their body ‘Commander safe’.
And despite this, each Nikke had their own distinct tastes. Anis unsurprisingly tasted like whichever soda she had last drank, Neon tasted vaguely of gun powder, and Rapi had different tastes, depending on her mood.
And Elegg, who was grinding her clit against the flat of my tongue, tasted metallic: Not metallic like a coin or coppery like blood; it tasted metallic in the way ozone smelled metallic, as if I was eating out a battery.
If it had been a battery, it wouldn’t be appealing. But as Elegg’s grip on my arms lessened enough so that she had to use one hand to steady herself against the couch, the other tangling into my hair with a soft grip, guiding my tongue to where it needed to be.
Long licks around the outside, quick and shallow dips to part them and allow more of her unique honey, before I took a little control back and began to suck on her clit, the sensation causing her to bend forward and push more of her weight on my neck, her light breathing now coming heavy and ragged, and allowing me to clearly see her stunning purple eyes, as her veil of obscurity wasn’t meant to hide from this low of an angle.
“The other girls have trained you well~.” She teased in between moans, resting her head against her arm on the couch as she tried to catch her breath.
Given she was now straddling my face, she released my hands. I attempted to ease them up along the outside of her thighs and up her stomach so I could get a handful of the bountiful breasts the shirt fabric had teased me with before it had settled between my nose and her thighs, but a quick and light swat of the hand on my head made it clear there would be a time for that later.
So, being a well trainer eater of Nikke pussy, I used my free hands to get a handful of each of her cheeks, and pull her in just far enough that just enough of her weight was on me one bad movement would seriously injure me but would also allow me to pull off my next move.
Ensuring she was settled, and seeing the expectant look in her violet gaze, I thrust my tongue deep, pushing up against a spot I knew other Nikke liked, my effort reward by Elegg’s grip threatening to not quite pull my hair out but close enough I could feel the burn.
Given how her pussy was clamping on my tongue and milking it for something it couldn’t give, I flex and undulated, filling her with as much of my tongue as I could without triggering my gag reflex.
Before she had a chance to recover from my plundering, I pulled my tongue out and used my hands on her ass to pull her back, getting a view of strange fern-like pale marks on her skin striated through her blonde pubic hair.
“Well trained doesn’t mean well behaved.” I snarked, before jamming two fingers into her pussy and assaulting her clit with my thumb, the assault causing her to finally cum, ozone flavoured juices spraying my face as the full weight of her gynoid body threatened to break my neck, the pressure of her inhuman muscles feeling as if they were trying to break my invading fingers but not quite managing before they relented.
In a move that threatened to snap my neck but didn’t due to my hands assisting her descent, Elegg pivoted and fell back on to the couch, my head finally free of the vice grip she’d had on it.
As Elegg sprawled over the couch, the Controller shirt barely covering her stomach now that gravity wasn’t there to assit it in its war to contain her chest, bare legs encouraging me to devour her with my eyes, her divine figure a temptation I would be unable to refuse.
As I looked up from her legs to her clothed chest, finally to the shroud of hair, an aubergine eye commanding I mount her chest to which I was unable to resist.
Yet while her tits were a glorious bounty to reap, rubbing my throbbing cock across her face and smearing her in the noticeable amount of pre-cum dripping from it before putting that bratty mouth to better use seemed like a much better idea, given how she’d just used my mouth to get herself off.
And besides her hands lightly pressing against my stomach as I mounted her chest and kept going, she seemed to be allowing me.
I rested my cock atop her lips, warm breath against my erection as she inhaled the musk sitting against her nose, before I slowed began to rub and slide my cock around the blonde Nikke’s face, the curtain that was her fringe offering a strange sensation as I positioned my cock on the tip of her nose, hidden from my view but dominating her entirety.
The cocktail that was the sexual hormones in my blood demanded I get release and I was obliged to obey what my body demanded, so I pulled back and rested my cock against her lips. But while I wanted to just pry open her lips and fill her throat with my cock, I had been injured enough from other sexual escapades with Nikke to wait.
While her mechanical flesh was flesh-like, it was also insanely durable, and combine that with the military grade skeleton within the gynoid, trying to ‘force’ open a Nikke’s lips with my cock would be akin to attempting to pry apart two magnets with a sausage: Theoretically possible, but the damage sustained would render the sausage useless.
But the brief looks into her hungry purple eyes told me all I needed to know: she was desperate for what I was offering, and all I had to do was wait until enough sexual liquid pooled that the Nikke wouldn’t be able to help herself and taste the cock juices.
What had initially been a light restraint meant to keep me steady as I mounted the curvaceous Nikke’s face stopped being light, as the instant her lips opened and her tongue quickly darted out before kissing my engorged crown, my need to thrust forward was halted.
“Sorry, Mr Commander, but as I was the winner, I get to decide what you do.”
The significant force ensuring I couldn’t thrust forward very quickly became a lifting force, as she effortlessly placed my hips on her stomach, positioning it so my cock was my beneath her shirt.
“And given how poorly you played, I think you need some more hands on experience with a controller.”
The way the Nikke easily manhandled me helped regain my cool, because despite how often I had seen many Nikke do superhuman feats of strength, it rarely happened during sex, and her remark threw me for a loop.
The fuck does she mean? What controller does she me—
As I had been distracted, she had slid herself down the couch, her head firmly nestled on the pillow, with my cock now buried within the tight embrace of her shirt-enclosed pillows, the copious amount of pre-cum I’d been leaking all the lube I would need to fuck her large tits, as it became obvious she wanted me to ‘play with the controller’ as she let go of her grip on my waist, and guide my hand to the ‘handles’ of her shirt.
“What? You some PC playing loser who can’t handle a simple controller?”
My frustration at her remark must have been evident that she’d struck a nerve, because that devilishly bratty grin returned.
Which was when I fell for yet another of her sneaky gambles, for as I went to pull myself back so I could thrust forward, her hands were now firmly back on my waist, grip tight enough that I couldn’t really move backward, whereas her tits and shirt ensured I couldn’t really move forward much.
“C’mon, Commander. You should know how to use a controller, or are you the sort who lets their PC friends do most of the work?”
Failing to ignore her taunt, my grip tightened on her tits and I was rewarded with a coy moan.
Well, I can’t thrust, and her tits are large enough….
Without moving my body, I tentatively dragged the ‘controller’ up my cock, smearing more pre-cum long the tight valley of tit flesh, waiting to see how the domineering Nikke made her move.
The purple glow teasing me from behind the veil of hair noticeably winked out for a second, before it returned to its ‘normal’ pattern of intermittent glowing, as close to a wink as I was going to get.
Using Elegg’s breasts as a makeshift onahole was a new type of breastfucking for me, as a lot of the more well endowed Nikke either wanted to be the one servicing and thus in control of how my cock fucked their breasts or really enjoyed being used by their partner for sexual gratification, so I was slow and careful in my exploration of this new type of breastplay.
Lightly pressing her tits together felt nice, but given how worked up my cock was, and how minor the reactions I was getting from Elegg, that was nothing more than foreplay.
Twisting the ‘thumbsticks’ and using them to drag the controller up and down my cock was worth a few tries, and the way Elegg’s cheeks were burning pink and an occasional knee would bump me from behind made it apparent it was doing a number on the stacked Nikke’s erogenous zones, which while pleasant, just wasn’t enough to stimulate my cock beyond being able to watch the dominant Nikke squirm from her position beneath me.
“I want to cum.”
“Nothing’s stopping you~.” Elegg purred, her voice modulating in a way that was strangely erotic.
I twisted her ‘thumbsticks’ particularly hard, ignoring the whorish moan as I glared at where her eyes would be if not for her infuriating veil of a fringe. Normally obscuring a Nikke’s vision was sensual and an easy way to work us both up, but Elegg’s fringe allowing her impish gaze to wind me up was having a different effect.
“You quite literally are.”
“All I’m doing is ensuring you have proper controller support, which,” the playful impish tone that was both arousing and infuriating was back, “as someone who games, you should be happy about.”
“Just let me fuck your tits so I can cum.” I groaned, my cock throbbing in aroused frustration.
“So you are going to fuck my tits and get yourself off?”
There was something about the way she said ‘you’ that made it apparent I was mere putty in her hands, but I didn’t care anymore: If I wasn’t going to stuff her throat and treat it like I was breeding her pussy, I was going to drown her tits in molten cum.
“Yes, I want to fuck your tits and cum all over them sopleasejustletmecum!” Between the start of my sentence and its ending, Elegg’s grip on my waist released, and I began to pound her tits. Part of me wanted to push them further up, so I could push her head down into the pillow so my load would cover her devilishly cute face, but as I kept thrusting and violating her tits, the idea of pulling my cock from them long enough to free them from their nerdy prison would be agony.
My cock pulsed with desperate need, balls in overdrive as they did their damnedest to churn out enough cum to satisfy the aching length buried in Elegg’s generous cleavage.
This was what I needed. Quick, frantic, hard thrusts as I looked down at Elegg’s bright red face, her moans threatening to compete with some of the more overtly sexual Nikke, to the point my brain couldn’t process if having her scream as I filled her with cum was more erotic than forcing her to choke on my cock, stifled moans around it as I filled her throat and stomach with cum.
Given how the night was going, I might not get to, but as she had now established she was interested in me sexually, I was now allowed to be more brazen with how I could treat her.
“As expected of Exia’s junior.”
As my balls began to tense, the only warning I was getting for this orgasm, Elegg turned what was meant to be blessed relief into frustrated bliss. The spurting of cum forcing the most pleasant bliss as I mentally recoiled at what the BOOM-obsessed Nikke had just said, not even allowing me a single orgasm without putting me down.
To add salt on to my wounded pride, Elegg was quick to push me back, my cum landing on my own stomach, a finger darting forward and scooping a little before delivering it to the coquettish grin only barely managing to hide her own ragged breathing.
I refused to look at her face as she did that, so I focused on her thighs, a flood of feminine honey glazing her inner thighs and threatening to flood past her knees.
And my cock responded with a final spurt, landing squarely on my chest, as if to mock me for what I had wanted to do to Elegg.
“We done?” I spat, my frustration getting the better of me. I was already tired from the convention, and this felt like it had pushed me to a point I didn’t want either of us to experience.
Because despite her impish nature, I had grown quite fond of Elegg during the convention and with helping her amend her relationship with her squadmate, Trony.
Her hand luxuriously stretched across my chest, slowly languishing in the small cum puddle oozing on my chest, before dragging the mess, and my attention, back down to my still hard cock.
Despite how frustrated I was, I would be a fucking lair if I didn’t acknowledge part of me was into it. I just wish I had known prior to help set the mood.
She coated my cock in the slippery cum, ensuring it was glazed white before gently trying to tug me to my feet.
“Why would we be done? You haven’t done my request yet~.” She kept slowly tugging, trying to encourage me to my feet.
The fuck do you mean?
I must have said my thought aloud, for she responded as if she’d read my mind. Or maybe the apparent confusion dominating my features was just that obvious.
“When did I say any of these were my request?” she turned, her grip still on my cock, but now she was beginning to slightly wiggle her hips, which annoyed me in how effective it was in getting my attention. A lot of Nikke were sexually frustrated and repressed, so the ‘initial’ coupling between them and I never stopped after a single orgasm each, so I had been effectively trained to be prepared for more rounds.
I was still technically human, but Mary’s supplements and the experimental muscle and bone enhancements that ensured I would survive sex with a Nikke also meant I craved multiple rounds.
This sneaky little shit.
She was right. From what I’d done with Exia and a few others when we’d made gaming bets, there was a ritual to it, to ensure both parties could wash their hands of the task once it had been tried.
And not once had she said any of these were her requests. I had just been offered something, and had taken it with no questions asked.
You’d think I would’ve learnt to deal with this after Guillotine’s edgy bullshit sex ritual bullshit.
The sway of Elegg’s hypnotic derriere, as well as her light grip on my cock allowed the Nikke to pull me to my feet and towards ‘my’ room.
A minor part of me wanted to complain, that I didn’t have the luxury of my own spaces, given the sheer amount of Nikke I was personally responsible for. But given the luxurious experiences each Nikke brought to me, it became easier with each new rendezvous to just accept that it was a trade I would keep making to ensure our best line of defence felt like those they defended had their welfare in mind.
Elegg cracked the door, umbral swathes swallowing us as I close it softly behind us, to ensure we don’t rouse the ‘sleeping’ Exia. ‘Sleeping’ because the sounds of the handheld console she was definitely not playing muffled by the duvey atop her. As my eyes adjusted to the dark and the little lights from appliances allowed me some vague night-vision, I could make out Exia’s rear end exposed, in the ‘usual position’ when we both inhabited the apartment.
“This is your reward~, for being a good lil Commander~.” Elegg whispered in my ear, as she sidled up beside me, hand slowly stroking up and down my cock, the purple glow of Elegg’s eyes giving more definition to the exposed ass in front of us.
I kept quiet. Fucking a ‘sleeping’ Exia had been the plan anyway, if I lost the bet.
A lot of Nikkes enjoyed being dominant, or in the least, instigating it. Exia on the other hand, always orgasmed the hardest when we did this roleplay of her ‘being asleep’ and me using her; something about ‘gaming and cumming at the same time is such a thrill’.
But why was Elegg saying this was her request? I hadn’t really gotten a voyeur vibe from her, or that she enjoyed watching someone she had just dominated fuck another.
….come to think of it, why are the sounds coming from the side of the be—
“I want you to fill her to the brim~,” her slow stroking became a forceful tug on its way down as she said brim, tip engorging and pre-cum spurting a little, “using this lovely, hot cock here.”
Her sultry tone and hand actions erased any thoughts I might’ve had, her hand leaving my now aching cock, my libido moving forward in search of something to bury the heated rod that was currently in charge of my body.
I clambered atop the spread ass, which the paranoid part of my brain, despite the hazy lust dominating most of my mental faculties, knew something was wrong.
Exia was normally ass up, but legs closed, allowing her to really enjoy the feeling of my cock sliding in her, as while she enjoyed penetration, she wasn’t one for deep penetration. But now she was spread, which would allow me to thrust as deep as she could handle, which given what I’d seen some Nikke handle, meant she should be able to handle me hilting my cock in her.
She must be in the mood for deeper thrusting.
I was quick to grab both cheeks, and was about to enjoy the sensation of gripping Exia’s ass, but something was off about the ass I had in my hands. Despite being stuck in a chair for most of her working hours and all of her gaming hours, Exia’s ass still had some muscle and tone, which was great to both hold and grope and slam myself against.
This ass……was missing that definition. Almost as if the one whose ass I was holding spent every waking hour in a chair, relying purely on her Nikke physique to ensure she never lost muscles to atrophy.
But all Nikke have mandatory physical work. Who cou—
Sensing my hesitation and maybe wanting a closer view of me fucking ‘Exia’, Elegg plopped down besides us, the forgotten sounds of the gaming console fading as the Nikke was now fully naked, a hand now braced against my back while another lined my cock up with the glistening pussy of ‘Exia’, her desperate need a flood against her black public hair.
Wait, isn’t Exia trimmed? I don’t recall her bush being this unkempt—
“Come on then, Mr Commander~. Don’t be a sore loser~.”
Elegg pushed me forward, barely a centimetre, the moment of her wet heat greeting mine was all had it taken for my lust to seize control.
It was slow, as ‘Exia’ clenched uncontrollably at the sudden insertion, but eventually the tip of my cock poked the entrance to her womb, and her pussy finally relented as she went limp, heavy and somewhat pained sighs and moans coming from beneath the duvey.
Sudden movement from behind Elegg startled me back to my sense, as a shape rose and then stormed out of the room, light illuminating a spider-esque Walking Chair and Exia in nothing but a shirt before the door closed behind the frustrated Nikke.
“Oh for fucks sake, this is why I shouldn’t trust those guild newbies with anything.”
“Elegg,” I started, somewhat concerned about the situation I was now in and very concerned about who my cock was now buried in, “Why was Exia in the spare cot?”
A purple eye glowed from beneath the veil of hair, as I noticed she was now using the hand she’d used to guide my cock into Not-Exia to hold the duvet in place as the trapped Nikke was making feeble attempts to resist her.
“Because there’s an evil pervert in your bed, Mr Black Ark Ranger, and only you can show her the way to redemption~.”