The top-secret GEHEIM program is Earth’s last line of defense against alien invaders - so what’s to be done when it’s most powerful battle mech can’t synch up with it’s beautiful and demanding new pilot? Is it just a technical issue, or are there deeper passions at play? One way or the other, this hunk of metal is going to have to learn the REAL meaning of control - by any means necessary!
Fans of strong women and giant robots will enjoy this kinky, anime-flavored short story, filled with female domination, tease and denial, psychic sex and more! 5700+ words, FOR ADULTS ONLY.
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The Amboss hadn’t seemed to have thought of that before. But he could see into Yukari’s mind as well as she could peer into his, and by now two big things were apparent. One, that his little crush was, in fact, reciprocated. And two, that this new pilot’s tastes were a welcome change from the old. Andrei even in his salad days was a loose cannon, hot-blooded and reckless. But here was a girl to whom control came naturally – just as passionate at heart, but focused. Focused on breaking him in. And she would, in the end – so he might as well let it happen in a way which permitted some much-needed excitement. “Oh. Oh. Yes, I suppose you could…I think I’d prefer that, this time.”
“Learning a lot today, are we?” the pilot giggled. “Sounds like you’ve been missing out on quite a bit.” And with that, the zipper on the back of her suit started its long, swift descent.
“Oh, pardon! You don’t have to…”
“What, like Andrei never helped himself to a little privacy in here? No, you just watch for now.” The suit came peeling off, and before long the battle-worn mech was having to deal with something he never had to deal with in all his years before – a beautiful, dominant, and entirely naked woman at his helm. A pale, powerful figure whose body might as well have been laser-chiseled from the impermeable plates on his chest. He’d never actually seen any person nude before, let alone one with such a commanding shape as this. Andrei had always been so strictly business when it came to sex. Their affairs had been quick and clandestine even in the best of days, and the most he normally went as far as unzipping was his fly. No, the other pilot had never flaunted himself, had never played with his expectations, had never reveled in their own power and teased him like this girl was doing now. Bulky metal bootpads rattled against the concrete floor as he squirmed. If alloy plating could break into a cold sweat, he would have been standing in the Arctic Ocean.
“Are you, um…comfortable, Miss Yukari?” he asked, flustered beyond belief. There was no hiding his excitement from the pilot with their minds linked like this.
“Well, you could stand to be a little bigger,” she chided, planting a bare foot on the tubular wall. With the red glow permeating through, it almost seemed like a tanning booth. “But it’s nice, you know? Relaxing, even. Not that I’m really planning on sleeping tonight.” She rolled over on the reclining seat, eliciting another wave of psychic stammering as her firmly toned rear came into the crystal’s field of view. “No, I’ve got lost time to charge you for. Higher functions to test than just walking and punching. What happens if I do this, for example?” Turning around and crawling forward was a somewhat tricky maneuver given the limited space, but before long the stand on which the power crystal rested was having the life intently squeezed out of it by a set of powerful thighs.
Steam might as well have been shooting out of the robot’s ears, given how frantically the various holographic activity monitors were reacting. The poor thing was nearly out of its wits now, and something, some voice in his alien psyche that he could have kept safely obscured in any other circumstance, just couldn’t get enough. This was a new feeling, and it wanted him to savor it – wanted this new pilot to stake her claim to him utterly, to boss him around harder. And with a girl as psychic as this traversing his thoughts, that private voice had a snowball’s chance of remaining unheard. His embarrassment fed into Yukari’s dominant thrills and back in a feedback loop which escalated and escalated…
He couldn’t hold it anymore. Some sort of threshold deep inside his system was crossed with a furor, and Yukari stared at the viewport with no lack of curiosity as the bulging plating at the seat of his lap unlatched with a loud, steaming hiss.
“Holy shit! Guess you’re not all just gears and microchips, are you?”
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