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Okay I'm awake and have had my coffee here's the titjob fic :D

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It's a wonder that they even fit beneath his cuirass. When the last strap holding Gabriel's chestplate together is unlatched from its hook, his breasts all but spill from their confinement. The armor piece clatters to the ground, forgotten already, as V1 wastes little time in cupping both mammary glands in their greedy palms. Sensors immediately register that one of them is approximately 0.26 kilos heavier than the other. But the sounds Gabriel makes as they squeeze them, one after the other, does not vary much as far as pitch goes. "Fuck--nng..." Their archangel stutters as they focus their efforts on his rapidly-hardening nipples. "Easy, Machine. Those are--ahh!" Shockingly sensitive, considering he had forgone a cloth barrier between the unyielding steel of a cuirass, and his puffy areolas. Rather than launch a query about the process behind this line of thinking, V1 insteads opt to continue their rhythmic massaging of his soft tits. While their Feedbacker and primary weapon arm remain occupied with servicing Gabriel's chest, the warmachine's Whiplash and Knuckleblaster roam his body at their own leisure. The green arm snakes up the back of his skirt to cop a feel of the smooth plane of his ass, while their claws creep beneath the waistband. The tips briefly catch upon the cotton of his loincloth as they slip lower, down to where slick is already seeping through the fabric. S-L-U-T, they spell into the curve of his cheek. Talons tease at his folds through the damp crotch of his underwear, timed with a firm squeeze of his heavy breasts, and they sense him throbbing in answer. “Like you didn’t beg me for this depravity.” He half-heartedly growls. Sometimes they think it’s more to save face than anything else. "Insufferable Machi--ooh!" A bolt courses through their wires and down south at the sound, prompted by their index and thumb pinching both nipples draws from him. V1 rolls the little nubs between their fingers until they're stiff and pert, and Gabriel squirms against the wall of the bedroom they'd eagerly pinned him to. His hips jerk against their claws, desperate for friction, and V1 finally grants him mercy. A quick scratch tears away the thin fabric of his loincloth, and in a heartbeat, they swap out their Knuckleblaster for their Whiplash, driving two of their fingers into his drooling cunt. They haven't been fucking for that long, but already V1's learned how to play him like a fine-tuned instrument; where to crook their digits and how deep to dig their talons into the back of his thigh. Gabriel sings for them in answer as they torment his chest harshly, alternating between tugging on his nipples and kneading at the heavy flesh like a nursing kitten. It doesn't take much more to bring the archangel over the edge; sometimes it baffles them that someone could be so sensitive, so receptive to pleasure. The walls of his cunt clamp down on their fingers right as he unleashes with a strangled shout, trembling violently against them. The warmachine eases him through his climax with slowing thrusts, and follows him down to the shag carpet below as his legs give out from beneath him. V1 slips their fingers out just as they're sure the post-orgasmic daze has taken hold of him, leaving him all too pliant when they further coax him to lie flat on the floor. A thought is all it takes to input a command to open their upper crotch panel, dick springing forth from its sheath. Artificial precum oozes down their length, and the chill of early fall settles quickly on the sensitive silicone. In one smooth movement, they've straddled Gabriel's waist, shifting forward on their knees until they sit between the sloping valley of his heaving breasts. A whine escapes him as they take hold of either mammary gland once more, squishing them together. Static licks at the edges of their visuals as warm pressure engulfs their cock, slick with his sweat and overheated from his release. They can sense his heart pounding against his ribs just below.. "Hahh, wha--" Gabriel regains some degree of awareness as they push their hips forward, weeping cock poking out from between his abused tits. "You--Machine!" Their shoulders shake briefly in a crude imitation of laughter, before it's overtaken by a shudder as they pull back into the snug cavity of smooth skin. Gabriel only stares up at them in a stony silence, before his own hands rise up. They're half expecting him to shoo them off, so when he takes hold of the back of their own hands, squeezing his breasts tighter together, V1 buffers momentarily. "Should've known this is what you wanted from the start." He mutters, and certainly not to himself. "Sometimes I swear you can hardly think past your own gratification; beyond satisfying your own carnal urges."
August 5, 2025 at 6:01 PM