Heresy: Part I

Heresy: Part I

 

“Well?”

 

“What?”

 

Magos Kiya Ataros’ lips twitched into a half-smile. “You seem... unimpressed.” The words were accompanied by a slow, sensual rotation of her hips, showing off pale, porcelain-like skin and well-polished metal in equal measure. She slid a mechanical hand down her one flesh-and-blood leg, tapping it against her thigh as she waited for a response.

 

“You’re attractive enough, if that’s what you mean,” came the gruff reply. Sister Elaine shifted on the balls of her feet, feeling disturbingly naked in the Magos’ quarters without the comforting weight of her power armor. Of course, the fact that she was naked, exposing her small, tight breasts, toned abs, and shapely ass probably had something to do with it too. “I suppose I just—”

 

“Expected more? Or maybe less?” Kiya laughed, a quiet, teasing sound. “I can’t blame you. All the mystique, the rumors... must be a bit of a shock to find out we really are just flesh and bone on the inside. Mostly.” It was true enough. Though her leg, arms, and bits of her torso were wires and steel, the rest of Kiya was very much human: tall, lithe, and quite alluring. She laughed again, tossing her short-cropped auburn hair. “Now, are you going to get over here and kiss me, or do I have to do it myself?”

 

Elaine barely had time to say anything before the Kiya answered her own question, closing the gap in moments and wrapping the shorter woman in an embrace. The Magos’ arms felt surprisingly warm around her, metal or not, and she stifled a moan in the back of her throat as she felt their bare breasts press against each other, Kiya’s lips on hers, soft and warm... she closed her eyes, shivering in bliss, and only opened them when she felt the kiss break.

 

Kiya was staring back, green eyes bright, smile wide. “Good?” she purred, giving the other woman’s ass a sharp squeeze. Though her arms were mechanical, they still had full touch feedback, and the gesture was as much for her benefit as it was Elaine’s.

 

The Sister gasped softly as she felt the squeeze, then gave a small nod. “Very,” she muttered, flushed with embarrassment and arousal. This was all so taboo, so lewd, so incredibly wrong, she knew, but then why, oh, Emperor, why did it feel so good?

 

“Already getting hot, Sister?” Kiya teased, the arm that wasn’t gripping Elaine’s ass tracing a line down her abs, stopping at her hipbones. “I didn’t expect you to be this... sensitive, but I’m not one to complain.” Though she wouldn’t admit it, the Magos was becoming aroused as well, and she squeezed her legs together, metal grinding against flesh, as she felt the warmth blossom between her thighs.

 

Elaine bit her lip, flushing further at the teasing. “I— can’t say I’ve had much experience with... this,” she said, drinking in the supple curves of Kiya’s breasts, the pert, dark nipples, the way they jiggled ever-so-slightly as she shifted her weight...

 

Kiya caught the stare and grinned, leaning in so her cleavage was pressed against Elaine’s chest once again. “Oh, I realize. You’re doing well, all things considered,” she said, then put a hand on the Elaine’s shoulder, servos humming quietly as she pushed her toward the nearby bed. “But honestly... I’d expect more from a Sister. Where’s that zeal you’re all famous for, that fanatical energy? Don’t tell me you all go weak-kneed and blushy at the first sign of intimacy?”

 

Elaine’s muscular shoulders stiffened, and her eyes narrowed to piercing blue points. “No,” she said, glaring at Kiya. “A Sister is strong in all things.”

 

“Then prove—” Kiya didn’t get a chance to finish as Elaine grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off her feet, showing surprising strength for her size. She practically threw the Magos onto the bed before leaping on herself, pulling Kiya into a rough, passionate kiss as her arms groped the other woman’s full chest, squeezing with abandon.

 

Kiya gave a soft, guttural moan as she felt Elaine on top of her, wrapping one arm around the Sister’s waist as the other strayed lower, gripping her thigh. A sudden thought occurred, and Kiya had to hide her grin as she moved the hand up slightly, brushing the single well-groomed strip of white-blonde hair and teasing apart Elaine’s pale pink lips with a single finger. She felt the warmth and slickness of the folds against the metal, then plunged it in, sending a tiny electric shock through her servos as she did.

 

The effect was immediate: Elaine gasped loudly and broke the kiss, back arching as an overwhelming wave of pleasure washed through her like a tide of sparks. She felt the length of Kiya’s finger inside of her, the smooth metal against her walls, the shock just enough to set her nerves on fire with sheer ecstasy. Grinding her thighs together around Kiya’s hand, she looked at her, panting, eyes wide. “What... hah... what the fuck was that?” she asked, flushed again, brighter this time.

 

“Transcendence beyond flesh has its perks,” Kiya replied, winking and slowly sliding in a second finger, than a third. Elaine shivered in delight, biting her lip as the fingers began to vibrate, pulsing with little humming bursts of electricity that she felt through her entire body. Her breaths grew erratic and uneven, fists clenching and unclenching. She was putty in Kiya’s bionic hands, letting the Magos’ unoccupied arm grope her tits and ass shamelessly as she moaned softly from the combined stimulation.

 

“Enjoying yourself?” Kiya smiled, rubbing her steel leg against her real one in a vain attempt to relieve some of the molten pressure between them. Seeing a woman like this, and a Sister, no less, so far from the battlefield, so vulnerable and utterly helpless against her arousal... it excited her like absolutely nothing else.

 

“Mm,” was all Elaine managed between gasps, along with a jerky nod. Her eyelids fluttered as the pulses came and went, pushing her closer and closer to climax. She bore down on Kiya’s fingers, wiggling her hips back and forth and moving in for another kiss, which the Magos quickly returned, her tongue poking forth this time, exploring Elaine’s mouth and dancing with hers. The Sister closed her eyes, curling her toes and squeezing at Kiya’s breasts as she felt the climax begin to take her. Just a few more seconds, a few more moments, and then—

 

Nothing.

 

Elaine’s lips parted, a soft, high-pitched “Ah?” escaping as she felt Kiya’s fingers retract, leaving her entrance swollen and dripping with arousal. She squirmed slightly, practically bursting with the need for release, and was about to reach down and finish the job herself when Kiya grabbed her wrists, pinning them to her sides.

 

“Not yet, Sister,” Kiya said, lips parted in a smirk. “You want release, you’ll have to ask for it. Nicely.”

 

“What?” Elaine frowned, trying and failing to free herself from the Magos’ (literally) iron grip. She was strong, yes, but without power armor, even a Sister was no match for high-quality bionics. “The fuck are you doing?”

 

“No, that’s not it. Try again.” Kiya’s hands squeezed tighter around Elaine’s wrists, enough to hurt, but not bruise. That would come later... if it needed to, of course.

 

“You think I’m going to— you dare—” she sputtered, face twisting in anger. “I will not beg for you, Magos, like some kind of slave whore.”

 

“Pity,” Kiya replied, still smirking. “You’re really giving up unimaginable pleasure, feelings you’ve never felt before and most likely never will again, for your pride? Your code? Correct me if I’m wrong, Sister, but I would say whatever code you had was torn and burned the moment you decided to bed a tech priest.” With the last sentence, she tightened her grip further, fingers digging into Elaine’s corded arm, some still slick with her arousal.

 

Elaine said nothing, glaring into the Magos’ eyes even as her jaw tightened from the pain in her wrists. Kiya sighed, shaking her head.

 

“Oh, come on. You’re so close, too, don’t think I don’t notice. I can feel that heat from here, those sexy thighs squeezing together... it feels so good to just... let go, lose yourself in the release... it really is something else,” Kiya murmured, her voice dropping, becoming silky, seductive. “And all you have to do is ask. Here, I’ll say it for you. ‘Please, Magos Kiya, please let me cum.’ Seven little words, and I’ll be happy to fuck you senseless as many times as you like.”

 

There was silence for a moment. Elaine closed her eyes, gnawing at her lip. She could still feel the tingling, fluttering heat inside her, desperately begging for release, along with the vicious steel fingers digging deep into her tensed wrists. Kiya’s words echoed, bouncing through her head.

 

'Whatever code you had was torn and burned... so close... seven little words... just seven little words...'  

 

She had other options, of course: wait out the pain until her captor gave up, try to reason further, or just headbutt the heretical dyke in the face and be done with it, but as much as she hated to admit it, there was something alluring about the offer.

 

'Unimaginable pleasure...'

 

Sister Elaine sighed through her nostrils, shoulders slumping slightly as she opened her eyes. “Fine.” Kiya nodded in approval, but said nothing, waiting expectantly. “P-Pleaah...” The first word came out as a half-moan as Kiya shifted her legs underneath Elaine, brushing against her upper thigh. Even the small contact was enough to make her shiver, and it took her a moment to regain her composure.

 

“Do continue,” the Magos said, smiling innocently. Elaine glared at her, but did so.

 

“Please, Magos Kiya... let me...”

 

“Yes?” Kiya said, loosening her grip ever so slightly.

 

“Let me cum...” she muttered, closing her eyes in defeat.

 

Kiya grinned, letting go and darting in for a kiss as she slid three fingers back inside the Sister’s hot, soaking entrance. “Well, since you asked so nicely...” she said, sending shocks through them all while rubbing gently at Elaine’s exposed clit with a fourth.

 

“Oh, ffffuck!” Elaine practically screamed, nearly collapsing against Kiya as a sudden, unexpected wave of pure bliss rolled through her. She gasped, shuddering violently as her lips parted in a near-perfect ‘O’, eyes shut, back arched high, nipples hard and standing out proudly against her small chest. “Fuck... hhh... oh...”

 

The stupid Magos had been right... this was pleasure beyond imagining, so incredible, yet so wrong... but nothing righteous or just could possibly feel this fucking good.

 

Elaine stayed like that for what could’ve been minutes or hours, riding out the storm, but eventually, the haze of pleasure faded, and she saw Kiya watching her, licking at her lips.

 

“What?” The Sister said, suddenly self-conscious now that she was more or less lucid. She could still feel the afterglow, little tingles of electricity playing under her skin, but even that was fading now, leaving her drained but— she realized with a small amount of surprise— still hungry for more.

 

“Oh, just... you look good when you do that,” Kiya replied, smiling. She withdrew her right hand from between Elaine’s legs, the metal now glistening in the light, and gave it a slow, deliberate lick. “Mmm... tastes like heresy.”

 

“Fuck you,” Elaine replied sullenly, sitting back on the bed and crossing her arms over her chest. “Just... fuck you.”

 

The Magos’ smile grew into a full-on grin. “Fuck me? Well, I’m never one to turn down an offer...”

 

End Part I