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There’s a certain pounding in his stomach that won’t go away. Sinclair can only hear the echoes of his footsteps against marble tile as he makes his way to Kromer’s office, hand at his belt as he swings the door open. His belt clatters to the ground, a brief harmonization with the click of the door locking behind him. Kromer doesn’t look up, awfully focused on paperwork. Sinclair pulls off his pants, and the pure white lace garter and silk panties Kromer decided he’d wear underneath are on full display.
It takes some finagling to pull his panties off, and they’re soaked through. He stands in front of Kromer’s desk, now, and pulls her chair back, setting his soaked panties on her desk, breaking her concentration as he stands in front of her, left only in the upper part of his clothing and white lace.
Kromer always sits with her legs spread, and Sinclair feels his desire grow as he stares at her crotch. She’s grinning now, seeing him like this. “Yes?”
He climbs onto her lap, and wraps his arms around her neck. “You will have me now.” Sinclair says, voice low in his throat, and Kromer laughs, gleeful. So effortlessly with her strength, she lifts him up and lays him down on her desk, staring down at him with a lethal glimmer in her eyes.
“This is what you were wanting?” She asks as she presses her fingers to his clit and he bucks into her touch, biting his lip with a hiss. “Or this?” And suddenly, she has two fingers pressed up against him and his heart pounds. He feels flush with the tips of her fingers barely breaching him. He shifts his hips, willing her fingers deeper.
Kromer leans in to kiss him as she starts to slide her fingers in. He’s absolutely soaked and ready for her, hips twitching as she gets the length of her fingers in. She’s started with two, and there’s a definite ache Sinclair knows will turn him on later. Her tongue slips into his mouth and he eagerly kisses back, wrapping a leg around her back to keep her there with him.
When she pulls away, there’s a line of saliva connecting them and Sinclair gazes at her tongue with half-lidded, hazy eyes. Her tongue was longer than most, and she knew how to use it, her face pressed against Sinclair’s cunt as she fucked him with her tongue, or sucked on his clit with those obscene wet noises and fucked him hard with her fingers, or the times she’d have him fuck himself while she watches, happily narrating with her hand between her thighs stroking in time with him.
Her fingers are all the way inside of him now, and his hips shake. This is what he needed, her long, practiced fingers deep inside of him, curling up and grinding against that spot inside. She doesn’t give him any warning as she starts to move, fucking him with her fingers as he keens and whines.
“Like that, dear Sinclair?” She asks, and her voice drips with saccharine sweetness. She’d learned one day—one fortunate, unfortunate day—that Sinclair came hard when he was treated roughly, but he came even harder when he was peppered with kisses and soothed with sweet, kind words and overflowing praise. He manages a moan in response, fucking himself on her fingers. “Oh, you’re adorable, aren’t you? Fucking yourself so eagerly on my fingers, coming into my office and revealing yourself to me. So demanding… and you used to be so shy, so reserved…” Sinclair sees the pink of her tongue as she swipes it across her lips, titillated by the memory of Sinclair’s former self that only existed in shades now.
He claps a hand over his mouth, muffling his cry, leg jerking against her back as she continues to fuck him all while spewing sweet nothings that left his head spinning and his cunt dripping. He’d grown out of his reserved and expressive nature, but that in a sense seemed to fuel Kromer—as if one of her life’s missions alongside the purification of Humanity was getting him to make those nostalgic expressions she adored, or simply to get drunk on how he’d simply melt into praise, going pliant and silent and utterly obedient in a way different than his subservience for her.
“So utterly human… how divine, this is what humanity is meant to be, this act of intimacy exclusive to us… you’ve made the right choice joining me, Sinclair. I’m so proud of you.” That gets him tightening around her fingers, and she grins. “Is that what you want to hear, Sinclair? That I’m proud of you? That you’re doing such a wonderful job slaughtering all of those filthy heretics, and you’re doing so good taking my fingers like this?”
Sinclair, heavily affected by her words, can't do anything but fervently nod his head, and his hand travels in between his thighs to rub his clit. Kromer speeds up, fucking him hard and fast, so roughly that the table clattered with their movements; Sinclair clinging onto Kromer for dear life, Kromer who’s praising him enough to send his head spinning, orgasm building up in his stomach as he fucks himself on her fingers.
“You love it, don’t you? Being fucked open on my desk like this. Oh, you locked the door, but I know you like it when you’re seen being fucked like a needy little slut by me. I felt all the times you’ve tightened around me enough that I couldn’t pull out if I wanted to, all while you writhed and tried to command me to stop while others were seeing your true nature. You love being watched, and yet you resist; what’s wrong with it, Sinclair? Nothing. This is perfectly natural. This is perfectly human. And who would ever want to miss out on the sight of you being taken? With how pretty you sound, with how flushed your face gets, how soaking wet you get at the promise of a mere touch…”
He’s going to come. He’s really, really going to come as she talks him to completion like this. It’s building and building, and he’s about to teeter off the edge.
Her voice is low as she slams her fingers repeatedly against that one spot, grinding against it, sparks of pleasure popping in his stomach. “Does it feel good, my Sinclair? Tell me.”
“Mmh—” he tries to open his eyes, but they flutter shut again despite his best effort. He lets out a sigh, a moan, and continues to rub frantic circles on his clit. “Yeah. It’s really good. I—I love when you fuck me like this, Kromer. So… harder. Harder, I’m gonna…”
“Always demanding for it harder. But you’re asking nicely enough, why shouldn’t I reward you while we’re engaging in such an intimate act? You’re so utterly human like this, my Sinclair, dearest. Do you hear that? That obscene sound as I fuck you? Those filthy heretics couldn’t make such a sound with their augmented bodies. This… this is purity, Sinclair. You’re divine, utterly divine. So tight, so wet, so hopelessly turned on… and you’re taking my fingers so well, because they belong inside of you, don’t they, Sinclair?”
He’s coming.
“Such a good boy. Such a good little slut,” she coos, fucking him through his orgasm. She doesn’t stop even when he goes limp, no, but she drops to her knees with the metallic sound of her armor hitting the ground and presses her face to his cunt and begins greedily eating every droplet of cum dripping out of him, unwilling to waste even a drop. Sinclair grips her hair as he grinds his hips against her mouth. When she looks up, she sees Sinclair reaching his hands underneath his shirt to touch his own chest. By all that is divine, does he know what he does to her?
She fucks him with her tongue, she rubs circles into his clit with it, she licks stripes from his hole to his clit, she sucks red-purple bruises into the tender skin of his thighs, biting hard enough to bleed, and then returns to his cunt, devouring him until he comes again with a sharp cry.
Kromer rises again, and hovers above him with a wide grin. Sinclair blinks past the haze that obscures his vision, leaving his mind foggy, and then says, breathy: “…yes?”
She kisses him, and Sinclair tastes himself on her tongue; human, unmistakably human. Perhaps the subtleties of his flavor that led Kromer to say he was divine were lost on him. But he trusts her words, and kisses her back.
…as per their usual, though, they kept going even after he’d come twice; Kromer fucking Sinclair over and over until someone, anyone really, knocked on Kromer’s door requesting her due paperwork.