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Sunlight dappled the forest floor in sporadic patches. A soft wind gently rustled the leaves of the bushes that grew wildly like small trees, unfettered by the metal touch of pruning shears. This was the domain of beasts, and all who roamed within were as such.
All but one.
Leshy was a shadow flitting between the trees, his hooves silent against the thick bed of mosses underfoot as he hunted his quarry. Most others would think the wood was lifeless this time of day, but Leshy's ears were keen, and his soul was tethered to this land deeper than the roots of the oldest trees. To him, all sound was magnified as though each noise-making creature was within arm's reach.
He could hear the scratching of a squirrel deep in its burrow, a faraway raven scraping its beak on a branch, the vibrations of a small herd of deer somewhere migrating to an area of fresher vegetation, and the distant tapping of a woodpecker digging into the earth for grubs. But the only sound he cared about was a faint, nearly undetectable electric buzz, and the occasional crackle of leaves or snapping of branches that accompanied it.
Leshy's prey. A foreigner to his forest, so deeply at odds with the natural harmony of the land that Leshy was unable to pinpoint its location as precisely as he could a man or beast. But living or artificial, none could escape the hunter forever, and he was determined to make his kill.
Attempting to focus more intently, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Despite his prey's unique physique turning this into a bit more of a complicated hunt than any of the other beasts within his terrain would be able to, it wouldn't go completely undetected. It never could.
He could sense it, slow rigid movements of branches and leaves being pushed out of the way as something, someone, passed through them, accompanied by the sound of foliage colliding against unnatural material. It stood out to Leshy in a fascinating way; it couldn't compare to the sound of fur or flesh as it would otherwise be with a rabbit or a bird... There were no paw pads to cushion movement, removing some of the stealth that could've possibly been present otherwise. And yet, they were calculated, mechanical, in nature.
Leshy may not be able to track down the bot's whereabouts as carefully as his land allowed for other living creatures, but it was still coursing through it, and he was able to hear even the single snap of a cracked twig within its bounds.
Such a noise caught his attention, and he turned his head at the general direction it had come from. It was coming from the northeast, and his eyes swirled in satisfaction before he picked up the pace, stalking towards it, towards his beloved target.
He kept his ears pricked as he advanced, mapping the robot's movements and circling around him, taking a longer route in order to cut him off. As he closed the distance between them, he began to detect the scent of metal and oil; a harsh and dissonant scent that he'd grown oddly fond of as of late. The prospect of leaping from his cover of dense undergrowth now and running him down was tempting, but no, he had to bide his time, get in close enough that he'd be able to see that boxy head from between the branches...
The cooing of quails nearby gave Leshy pause, and he slowed, dropping into a low crouch. Capricious creatures, quails were. He could whisper to the birds and tell them to make off elsewhere, but in the midday silence he would surely be heard, and there was no guarantee the birds would listen to him, anyways. Not all animals were receptive to Leshy's commands.
Keeping both the quails' and the bots' approximate locations in mind, Leshy attempted to creep around the former without frightening them, but his own stealthy locomotion was his downfall. The line of quails pattered out from within the bush they'd been hiding in, then suddenly noticed the very large man directly in front of them and promptly scattered, flying or running off in a panic. Before Leshy could so much as sigh in frustration, he picked up on branches rustling off a little further in the distance. His prey knew he was here now, and it was running.
The corners of Leshy's mouth turned up. The time for stalking was over. It was time to chase.
Leshy did not follow suit right away however; instead, he quickly circled around the area. It wouldn't be as fruitful if the bot was to run aimlessly...after all, there was an end goal to all of this. One which they both knew. It was all nothing but a dance of sorts, knowing exactly where they would end at, but still continuing to play the same game.
It didn't take long for the beast to outrun his target, turning in such a way that it was now in front of him, albeit still out of the reach of his calloused hands.
Leshy stared directly at the bot's display, his intense gaze penetrating through its systems, causing him to back away slowly. P03 did not seem scared, however; if anything it seemed rather smug. It let out a small chuckle, before sprinting away once again.
The man did not chase after him this time. He merely watched, allowing it to create further distance between the two of them. This didn't matter, Leshy had him right where he wanted him.
That didn't stop the voice that ringed through his ears despite the distance. "Are you not chasing me? So, you're just gonna let me win like that? Ha!" Its voice was almost breathless, clearly draining some effort to continue its escape, but the laughter was palpable, nonetheless. "Sooo much for the Scrybe of Beasts, owner of the forest~!"
Leshy hummed a laugh of his own as he gave P03 time to escape. Let it taste victory, if only for a moment. P03 knew as well as Leshy did that the game was far from over.
Once P03 was well out of sight, Leshy once again ducked back into the undergrowth and trailed him at a distance, trotting on light hooves. Every now and again, he came in closer and made his presence known with an intentionally snapped twig or by momentarily revealing himself to P03, forcing the bot to change direction in order to evade him. P03 was exuberant, shouting back taunts at Leshy and teasing him for botching his advances, but this was all in accordance with Leshy's plan. It was a shame the bot's GPS was non-functional within Leshy's domain or he might have realized where he was going.
P03 ran with all his might, staring behind himself over his shoulder as he yelled out teasing remarks, not quite realizing that it wasn't paying attention to the direction it was running off to. By the time he stumbled out of a series of bushes and looked in front of himself, he was taken by surprise.
The cabin stood tall right in front of him, only a few meters away from where he stood, causing him to become rather shaken and disoriented. How had he ended up here? He could've sworn he was running in the opposite direction! Leshy had completely ran circles around him and managed to make him confuse the direction he was heading off to, much to his dismay.
He frantically looked around, trying to figure out where he could hide or some escape route - But before he could do much more, P03 was harshly slammed into the cabin's front door from behind with a thud, earning a loud gasp out of him.
It could feel as Leshy restrained it, holding his claw down against the wooden surface and placing his body weight against its back. He tried to resist, trashing and squirming in his grasp, but he wasn't able to free himself, the beast’s strength overpowering him.
P03 could hear Leshy's heavy breathing behind him, as well as its own fans working to compensate for the strain from the chase he had been subjected to. "Fucking hell..."
"The chase is over, and at last the prey is captured," Leshy spoke, his voice a low rumble next to P03's microphones, "completely at the mercy of the clever hunter who may now dispatch its victim at its leisure. He prepares to take the killing bite..."
Leshy's panted breaths were hot against the side of P03's head as he came in closer, teeth inches from P03's plating...
Then he pressed a kiss against the side of his monitor. "Too slow, my love," he murmured with a soft laugh. "You make this too easy for me."
P03 groaned in response, seemingly annoyed at Leshy's narration. Even with the knowledge that he didn't intend to win this game to begin with, it was clear that the bot still found it slightly frustrating how short lived it had been. It almost wished it'd been able to escape Leshy's unavoidable grasp for just a bit longer. Though he did not move away from the kiss, momentarily enjoying the affection.
"Don't you dare think I’m done putting up a fight, you animal." Despite the insult, there was no actual venom in its words. Instead, it sounded almost...inviting. He wasn't done with their game - if anything, it was far from over.
Leshy did not grace P03 with a verbal answer, however. Instead, he used his free hand to turn the knob of the cabin's door, their balance becoming compromised as the door flung open at the pressure of both of their bodies against it. The beast held onto P03's arm so it wouldn't fall to the ground at the loss of stability, only to then push it inside the cabin, closing the door behind themselves with one of his hooves.
"Hey-!" P03's shout was cut off as Leshy whirled it around and shoved it up against a wall, this time so it was facing him. Leshy leaned in close to P03's face, eyes swirling with hunger, and his ironclad grip on P03's arm and crank lessened just slightly.
"Then fight me," he breathed.
Thrashing once again in his grip, P03 noticed just a bit of wiggle room, and a smirk crossed his face before he rapidly yanked his arm out of Leshy's grasp. He was still held up against the wall, but he did not hesitate before using his freed arm to shove Leshy's face away, only to then take advantage of his own weight as he pushed the beastly man, managing to knock him out of balance.
Though P03 quickly realized he might've applied too much force, unintentionally leading to both of them falling to the ground with a loud thud and a series of alarmed beeps. He recovered quickly, a small expression of concern crossing his display as he stared at Leshy beneath him, taking just a moment to check he wasn't actually harmed.
As soon as that was verified, however, P03 shifted, holding Leshy down as best as he could and letting out a breathy laugh. "Sooo easy." The bot then began to grind against Leshy, pressing their hips together to create some teasing friction as he remained on top.
"How impatient you are," Leshy commented with a smile playing on his lips even as he instinctively rubbed up against P03 in response to his movements. "But of course, a metal machine like you would fail to realize that the longer the hunt..."
Unexpectedly, he grabbed P03's torso and swung a leg up and over his back, using the momentum to flip them both so P03 was now the one under him. He pinned the lower part of P03's body down with his legs to prevent it from rutting against him, but with his groin pushed right up against the bot his own need was only increasing.
"...the sweeter the victory."
P03 let out an annoyed beep, staring up at Leshy with a small pout on its screen, clearly frustrated that its momentary victory was snatched away from it so quickly. He tried again to move, but it was fruitless in this position. The beast's weight was too much, and it forced him to remain on the floor underneath him.
Despite knowing the game they were playing, and that there was a predefined ending to this, P03 did not want to go down without a fight. There was something about the rush of putting up a struggle that made the bot's circuits tingle in excitement, and it was going to try to its very last effort to make Leshy's victory all that much harder to reach for the beast.
This was nothing but banter, however. It was clear in their movements - it seemed erratic and messy, almost like two animals fighting for dominance. But they knew how to apply just the right amount of force to overthrow each other without causing harm, they knew the other's weaknesses the way no one else did, and it showed that this wasn't the first time that they had played this game, and neither would it be the last.
"Yeah?" P03 settled for trying to wiggle his hips, looking down for a small moment to notice that Leshy seemed to be getting worked up now. "Well, you better make it worthwhile, then," he teased, another smug smirk appearing on his display.
The motion made Leshy tense up and his mouth tightened as though he was attempting to suppress an unfavorable expression. His grip on P03's body hadn't loosened, however, so P03 kept it up, trying an up-and-down motion with his hips instead. Leshy made a noise in the back of his throat and P03 could just faintly feel the foreskin of the beast's stiffening cock sliding up against him.
P03's smirk widened. It had him now.
The moment Leshy's shaky grasp became tenuous enough to break out of, P03 quickly tilted his hips down and activated his hovers for just a second, jetting out of Leshy's reach.
"Ha! Who's making it too easy now?" he cackled as he zipped away through the cabin towards the stairs. It knew it was making for a dead end - there was nothing up there, except Leshy's private quarters where he slept.
As soon as P03 reached the top of the stairs, he turned around, bracing himself for Leshy to come chasing after him. But after a couple moments of waiting as he watched the end of the stairs, nothing happened.
Its brow furrowed, was Leshy trying to mess with him somehow? Carefully tuning its receptors, it could hear the sound of breathing and wood creaking ever so slightly under heavy hooves, indicating he was certainly moving about the cabin... But why wasn't he coming upstairs? P03 tried to bide his time, but he was growing ever so impatient the longer he waited. It was no fun if Leshy didn't plan to chase after him.
He carefully approached the stairs once again, leaning in so he could look down and see if the beastly man was anywhere near. As soon as he did that, however, Leshy practically leapt up the stairs, hands forward as he reached out to try and get a hold of the bot.
The smaller Scrybe let out a series of surprised beeps, only to pull away just enough to barely miss Leshy's grasp once more. Impressively enough, the man seemed rather bewildered that he actually hadn't caught the bot, his balance faltering. P03 took notice of it, and decided to strike instead, pushing Leshy against the nearest wall and pressing against him in an attempt to hold him there. "You really thought you could get me with that?" he breathed out, synthetic voice giving away that he was starting to become rather drained by their physically intensive play.
Leshy's laugh came out as a breathy wheeze, betraying his own exhaustion. "You've fallen for it before."
He reached his arms around P03's body, but instead of trying to push the bot away he brushed his fingertips over his frame, light and gentle despite the inhuman strength P03 knew he possessed. It was electrifying when Leshy touched him like this; knowing he could go from brutish to gentle and back again without warning thrilled P03.
"So," Leshy spoke, his gaze drifting over P03's shoulder at the bed behind it, "is our game to at last draw to a close, with the hunted in the role of the hunter and the predator at its mercy?" His hand grazed one of the thick cables that supplied power from P03's body to its head. Dangerous. "Or do you yet crave the taste of submission beneath my claws?"
P03 shivered, instinctively leaning into Leshy's touch, only to stop himself once he realized how desperate it made him appear. It'd be lying if it said that his touch didn't make it wish for more, but it had to uphold the image of composure.
He tightened his grip, only to look up into Leshy's eyes. There was a clear glint of defiance on his display.
"Make me."
A grin slowly broke out over Leshy's face as his grip on P03 tightened. "Gladly."
Before P03 could react, Leshy was suddenly pushing him backwards with a force of strength P03 couldn't hope to match and the next thing he knew he was being slammed onto Leshy's rough-hewn bed almost hard enough to jostle his circuitry. Leshy was already on top of P03, one hand pressed over its chassis, holding it down, and the other tilting its monitor up as he went for its neck, kissing then nipping at the wires with his teeth.
P03 let out a gasp, almost as if it didn't expect this kind of retaliation, which was then followed by a strangled moan.
Leshy's teeth were sharp, and he wasn't afraid of the risk that messing with P03's wires could imply, biting harshly as his teeth sunk into the plastic coating and sent shocks of pleasure through its senses.
It quickly wrapped its arm around Leshy's shoulder, but he didn't push him away. If anything, P03 seemed to be pulling Leshy even closer, leaning its monitor to the side and pressing down over his head as to keep him going.
The beastly man merely purred in response, shifting to find a more comfortable position on top of the bot as he then licked over the bite marks he was leaving, almost as if he was soothing away any pain it could've caused.
P03 wasn't one to accept defeat easily, but he could make a special exception for this... He could make an exception for this game of theirs a thousand times. The sensation of Leshy's hands beginning to snake over his body was causing him to finally relax and let the taller Scrybe take hold.
Leshy's hands slid along under the edges of P03's chest plating, fingertips grazing the sensitive circuitry underneath. P03 twitched and shifted under Leshy's warm hands, trying not to let on just how much his touch was affecting him. He tangled his claw in Leshy's hair, cradling his head, and pressed his chest up into Leshy's caresses as he hummed contentedly.
Leshy's forehead came to rest on the edge of P03's monitor, eyes closed and a faint smile on his lips. His thighs were again squeezed around the bot's lower ring and P03 could feel his fully erect cock against it. It must have been tempting to Leshy to just shove it into its hole and fuck it raw, but he seemed to be perfectly fine with neglecting his dick for now in favor of lavishing P03 with attention, fingering its wires and kissing it along the frame of its head.
P03 quietly made a beep of delight, its claw digging through Leshy's hair and stroking through the roots of vines and leaves that grew on his body, earning a shiver from the taller Scrybe. It was meticulous, the way in which they would tug and caress at just the right spots of each other's bodies, knowing what parts were capable of intensifying the other's burning desire, almost as if their beings were connected into one somehow. It was a wonderful display of intimacy, and it was even more rewarding after having been made to earn it and fight for it.
"H-hhn..." The bot shuddered, Leshy's touch against its wires clearly beginning to get to it. And yet, despite how wonderful it felt to be embraced this way, it almost felt... teasing. Was he trying to get him to ask for it? Or maybe it just craved the intimacy... P03 couldn't quite tell, but either way, it was beginning to get slightly impatient for more. He began to roll its hips once more, grinding upwards against Leshy. He heard the way in which the man choked back a noise against its neck, only to slide one of its hands down, grasping around the smaller Scrybe's mid-section.
P03's hips buckled at the touch, only for Leshy to push down using his overwhelming strength, forcing the bot to halt its movements and keeping it steady. P03 let out a small whimper, seemingly disappointed at being made to wait despite its need growing steadily more intense, but he did not protest.
After that didn't quite work, he decided he might as well relax and allow Leshy to take his time. P03 leaned his monitor back, fans whirring almost like a purring cat as Leshy's hands caressed over his body, tracing every single sharp edge and scratch, only for his claws to slightly scrape against the metal every so often, making the bot twitch. He didn't even notice once Leshy's hands cupped deeper beneath his chassis, fingers sinking and pressing, only for a soft click to ring out.
"Uh-!" P03 jolted and instantly looked down, staring as his chassis slid open. "So, y-you wanna play like this, hah..." He let out a nervous laugh but didn't try to close it or pull away. Leshy wasn't unfamiliar to his inner workings at this point, and he was well aware of the effect that this would have on the bot, too.
A soft, thoughtful, "Hmmm," was Leshy's only response as he trailed a finger through the mess of thin wires within P03's chest. Even with such a soft touch, the wires were so delicate that moving them caused a nanosecond of delay to their connections, sending tiny satisfying jolts through P03's circuits. There was a reason the button to open his panels was hidden out of sight...but not out of reach.
"You've allowed your internals to gather dust," Leshy commented, leaning in close to blow on P03's exposed circuits. P03 let out an involuntary beep of laughter.
"That tickles! Don't do that!"
Leshy chuckled, then went back to running his thumb and forefinger along the wires, gentle and slow to start with, occasionally tugging a little harder to cause a greater jolt to P03's system. P03's nervous giggles subsided into stuttered sighs of pleasure, and he closed his eyes, enjoying Leshy's exploration of his cords. Though his fans were running high, he knew Leshy was being careful not to cause him any real damage and he didn't have to fear something vital being disconnected. They'd had more than enough trial and error over the years to sort that out.
"You said you were going to organize these," Leshy murmured as he twirled a wire between his fingers. "Such a mess you have in here..."
"Mmnhh... I was, but then it'd be too neat and tidy for-" Leshy had tugged several cords at once, sending a wave of euphoria crashing over P03, and it bit back a moan, tilting its head further back into the blankets. "- it'd...it'd be too tidy for you...ttto tangle your fingers in..."
P03 felt Leshy kiss it along the edge of its monitor reassuringly before moving his face back to the exposed wiring.
"Disorganized, yet everything working perfectly in tandem..." Leshy mused, almost to himself. "Fascinating how that which gives life to an inorganic being can so closely mirror an organic system..."
Then P03 felt Leshy's teeth gently, gently alight upon his wiring, twitching as they grazed the plastic casing, and he couldn't help but give small, shaky moans every time he felt him bite down on them just a bit more sternly. Leshy then began to alternate between gentle nips and licks at his wires, soft yet unpredictable, making P03 gasp slightly whenever he would be taken off guard by the switch between them.
"You're g-gonna shock yyyourself... M-Mmh..." It was a real warning, albeit spoken softly. Though, P03 would be lying if the sensation of Leshy using his mouth in such a way wasn't absolute bliss at this moment.
Pulling away just a bit to grant himself more space, Leshy placed his hand once again within P03's chassis. He dug his fingers into the wiring deeper than before, earning a keen of pleasure as he singled out one of the thicker cables, only to stroke along the length of it with the tip of his fingers.
He seemed to wait for a moment, and once P03 did not protest to the vitality of it, he dug his claw into the casing while continuing to lick and bite at the bundle of wires inside his mouth.
"O-Ooh~! L-Leshy!" The moan that came out of P03 was rather lewd, and he could feel as the temperature of his body raised in response to the embarrassment it caused, the expression on his screen growing an obvious blush. It was not the first time the taller Scrybe heard it cry out in such a way, but P03 couldn't help but still feel a bit of self-awareness at the noises that would come out of its speaker involuntarily.
Leshy growled softly and reached his free hand down to P03's base to stroke his fingers around its opening; not quite reaching in yet, but dangerously near the hole. He'd even started to shift his hips, just a little, rubbing the base of his cock up and down against P03's body. It seemed P03's noises were starting to drain Leshy's self-control.
P03 exhaled hot air out its vents and its flush grew brighter on its screen. With Leshy's other hand deep within its chest, his thumb scoring a line down the cable, and his teeth still lightly set upon its other wires, it couldn't afford to move around here, but it really fucking wanted to. Leshy's fingertips dragged along the ridges of P03's underside and the anticipation of those claws reaching in further and making his body jolt and disconnect something important was terrifying, but this was Leshy, his Leshy, and he wouldn't do something to seriously endanger him...right?
Just when P03 was sure Leshy was about to take things too far, Leshy lifted his head and pulled his hand out of P03's chassis, pale eyes wide with concern.
"Are you still alright?" he asked. "Your body is burning up."
P03 vented a shaky sigh. "Y-yeah, that's just... I'm good. Thank you."
Leshy ran his hand along the side of P03's monitor, fingers tenderly caressing the sharp edges. His hands were very warm, too, and P03 hummed at the touch. "You're certain?"
"Just don't go fisting me while you're still chewing on my cords." P03 smirked, tightening his one-armed embrace around Leshy's back. "You dog."
Leshy let out a soft chuckle, the crow feet around his eyes wrinkling as a smug attitude washed over his features before he promptly closed P03’s chest panel, deciding to move on from it. "Dog?" he asked incredulously. "I suggest you watch your words, my love."
Shortly after those words came out of the beast's mouth, his hand snaked through the bot's underside once again, fingers becoming quickly coated in its lubricant as it gave a small shudder.
Though before P03 could say much, Leshy's fingers roughly thrusted inside his hole, sinking deep and pressing against its warm walls.
"G-gAh~ A-asshole," P03 spat, though the smile on its screen did not fade away, and neither did Leshy's own smirk.
P03's hips started to grind just like before, creating a smooth rhythm between their movements. "H-aAh... Hhgn~!" It felt wonderful, having spent since their game started waiting to be able to receive this type of attention, and its moans clearly displayed that.
Leshy did not go slow, however. And it wasn't long before P03 was trembling and letting out wonderful noises of pleasure, trying to coax the taller Scrybe into giving him more as Leshy's fingers rubbed harshly against just the right sensors inside of P03.
"A-are you going to-- MnHh~! F-fuck me or just k-keep toying with- Aah- m-me?" P03 stared into Leshy's eyes as best as it could, its display flickering every so often while it tried to hold some composure.
"How am I to resist toying with you when it earns me such satisfying reactions?" Leshy spread his fingers inside of P03 and the bot couldn't help the gasp that came out of its speakers. "Perhaps I'll be content to drag my claws along your insides until you reach your conclusion."
That was such bullshit. P03 could literally see Leshy rutting against the blanket while he was fingering it, even if he thought he was being sneaky about that. Clearly, Leshy wanted this as bad as it did, but he was trying to get P03 to beg for it. Fat fucking chance.
"You idiot, you're obviously-- GghAH!" At that moment, Leshy had chosen to thrust his entire hand past P03's entrance, and the knuckle of his thumb had hit a particularly sensitive spot on its way in. The sheer size of his hand in his hole, the way the rough skin provided such wonderful friction - it was almost enough to bring P03 near overload all at once, but he didn't want to cum yet, not until it was Leshy's cock filling him this nicely -
No, he wouldn't cave. He wouldn't. Their game wasn't over yet. If Leshy was going to play with him like this, he'd play with him right back.
"Y-y'know what," P03 managed, his voice tinged with static, "I think I m-might just take you up on that-that offer. A-after all, humanoids... MnghAh... hhhave so many pleasure receptors on their h-hands, right? This m-must feel sooooo good for you right now."
Leshy narrowed his eyes just slightly and P03 sneered despite its programs feeling very strongly that it should be displaying a much more lascivious expression on its screen.
"It's a shame, though," P03 continued, feigning disappointment, "t-this way you won't be able to thrust that dick of yyyours deep inside of me and b-breed me good like I'm sure-sure you want to."
Leshy's hand had stilled inside it, so P03 bucked its hips on it and let out an only slightly exaggerated moan.
"I-if you ask me, I'd say..." Its expression had turned into a shit-eating grin. "...that's a total misplay."
Leshy remained quiet for a moment, deciding not to grace the bot with an answer just yet as he shifted on the bed, placing himself in such a way that he was able to tower over it, his intense gaze almost penetrating through it.
With one swift move, his free hand then wrapped around P03's neck, tightly holding him down. He watched as his grin faltered for a moment, turning into slight shock. But before the bot could get a word out, Leshy harshly thrusted his hand inside its hole, reaching deeper than before.
"H-HaAh!" P03 arched his back as a sharp yelp escaped him but was unable to move much due to Leshy's grip. He quickly found himself shaking, the feeling of Leshy's hand filling him this way causing his head to spin as his screen began to show colorful static. "H-holy shi- AhH!" It became cut off by another rough thrust.
Leshy only allowed himself to speak once P03 was satisfyingly being turned into a mess, its previous smugness having dissolved. "I understand what you were trying to achieve," he said, leaning his face closer to the smaller Scrybe's screen as he felt the faint tingle of static coming off of it against his fur. "However, it will not be effective."
He was not going to be gentle, and it was clear as he continued to thrust his hand in and out as quickly as he could, using his vice grip on P03's neck to ensure that he wouldn't be able to squirm away. Every so often, he would pull out his hand just a bit, teasing the stretch of the outer edge of P03's entrance as the girth of his hand pushed against it, making its hips twitch as wonderful moans escaped it.
"You may beg if you wish for mercy." Leshy's voice rumbled lowly, and despite the intimidating atmosphere, it only sent more shocks of arousal through P03's body.
P03 wasn't sure he could beg even if he wanted to. His mind was a jumble of static as Leshy pounded his hole relentlessly, and all he could do was flail feebly under Leshy's ironclad grip and utter glitchy moans. It was only when Leshy let up for longer than a few seconds that there was an opportunity for the fog to clear, if briefly.
The first thought he had was that teasing Leshy had been a terrible idea.
The second thought he had was that teasing Leshy had been a fantastic idea.
Even when Leshy wasn't destroying his hole with his entire fist, he was still idly curling his fingertips against his inner walls, making the bot shiver with delight. Part of P03 wanted to push his luck further and see just how badly Leshy could overwhelm him, but he really did want that cock.
"Well?" Leshy spoke, stroking P03's internals with just the lightest touch of his claw-tips and making it squirm ineffectually. "I have no qualms with carrying on this way all night. I am not a young stag who goes mad at the sight of any hole he sees."
Though it felt like it was on the brink of breaking, P03 was unable to resist groaning out, "Th-that's nnnot what you s-said... last year in-in autumn, wh-when you were in heat..."
Leshy's eyes swirled orange. "What was that?"
"I-I said fuck me!" P03's speakers crackled from the sudden increase in volume of its voice. "I want your dick- I n-need it in me already, pleAse!"
"Hmm..." Leshy hummed, staring into P03's display. "Not quite convincing enough," He breathed out, before thrusting his hand once again, causing the bot to arch its back while its claw gripped around Leshy's wrist, desperately trying to find anything to hold onto as his hand around its neck did not relent. P03 quickly went back to uttering garbled moans, and while Leshy wanted to make it scream even louder while he pounded into it, he was not going to give in as easily.
It was only a few more minutes of this that Leshy's thrusts slowed down once again, giving P03 another break. Maybe he was unintentionally edging the smaller Scrybe, but if anything, that would help break him faster. "Would you like another chance to convince me?"
"G-gHah..." P03 whined, eyes unfocused on his display as synthetic pants came out of his speaker. His fans were whirring loudly, and it gave away just how heated and overwhelmed he was by this. If only it didn't feel so good, he'd probably try to curse out Leshy for handling him this roughly. Another small movement of Leshy's hand inside of it made the bot shiver, a hint urging him to speak.
"G-god, LeEeshy..." The bot squirmed just a bit, only for a threatening squeeze of his neck to stop his movements. "F-fuck me already, pleASE-" His voice cracked and popped with static, desperation dripping from his words as tears began to prickle at the corners of his eyes. "I-I NEED-- I N-nEED yYou.... PleasE- Aah, Please~! P-pLease i'll d-do aNYTHI-- HaAH~!"
P03 was then cut off as Leshy pulled his hand out of his hole in one go, the sudden movement causing a sudden shock of pleasure to overwhelm his body as a gush of lubricant spilled out onto the bed once his hand was fully removed. It didn't quite make P03 cum, but hell, if he wasn't dangerously close already.
"Good mutt," Leshy purred as he scooted closer, using his drenched hand to properly position his hard cock against P03's entrance. "I will give you what you so desperately desire," And with those words said, Leshy's hips thrusted forwards as hard as possible, filling P03 up in one go.
Any rebuttal P03 wanted to give about being called a mutt died in its vocal processor. Leshy was making up for the time he'd spent ignoring his cock and was slamming P03 hard and fast, his pelvis hitting the underside of its body with every thrust. But this close to the edge, P03 wasn't sure how long it could last.
"L-L-LeEshyyyyy," it whimpered, digital tears pooling in its eyes, "I'm-- I'm g-gonna- GgH-!"
All of a sudden Leshy stopped, his dick remaining half-buried in P03's hole. P03 could feel Leshy's elevated heart rate pulsing through his shaft, an agonizingly tiny amount of sensation compared to the animalistic fucking he'd just been getting. For a moment, P03 thought it saw a flicker of frustration grace Leshy's face as he bit his lip, thinking.
Finally, Leshy murmured, "Too fast, too soon."
P03 could have hit him for that. "Yyyyou ass, I'm so c-close to overloading. Let me cum, yyyou... you fffffucking..."
"After you so eagerly begged for my manhood? It wouldn't do for us to - for you to reach climax so quickly."
"'M-manhood'," P03 echoed with a snort of laughter despite how badly he was still trembling, but then he reassessed what Leshy had just said. "You- you're also e-edging yourself here, aren't y-you?"
Leshy gave no reply, instead readjusting his grip around P03's neck and wrapping his other hand around P03's torso. Almost imperceptibly, he too was shaking. This man was ridiculous and P03 loved him for it; Leshy truly was dedicated to the push and pull of their game, the pursuit before the escape, the catch and release, even so close to the end.
Already, however, he was slowly pushing himself deeper into P03, then shallowly pulling back before pressing in again. After waiting so long to fuck the bot, it seemed he didn't have it in him to stop himself for long. P03, who had been denied orgasm for the better part of an hour by now, was perfectly fine with this, and moved his hips with Leshy's motions, coaxing him on.
"C-c'mon, don't you w-wanna cum inside mmme?" P03 teased, trying to get under Leshy's skin.
P03 was unable to move much in this position, Leshy's death grip still tight on its body, but it still had its - albeit quite distorted - voice at its disposal, and it wasn't afraid of using it to its advantage. "Yyyou can go m-much harder than - MmNh! - than that~" he said as his voice glitched slightly with each word.
His efforts were clearly working as he watched Leshy let out a shuddering sigh, sharp teeth clenching together beneath his beard as he attempted to hold onto his composure. P03 couldn't help the smug grin that overcame his screen at this. "y-you finally have me like t-this and you wont-won't even fuck me like you mmmmean it?" He looked right into Leshy's eyes as he spoke, and it was returned by an equally intense swirling gaze.
P03 was then going to speak again, planning to continue his verbal onslaught until Leshy finally caved, but much to his pleasure, that wasn't delayed by much longer. Before he could utter another word, Leshy's hips buckled as hard as the man could muster, and P03 let out a wonderful staticy moan.
"Yes! AaHh~! yyyes! Y-yes! Fuck me! l-like that~! O-Ooh!" P03's grin did not falter, although its expression quickly turned into a more lascivious one as Leshy continued with his erratic and desperate thrusts, cock hitting deep inside and finally granting it what it so desperately wanted as P03 wrapped his arm around his shoulder, trying to pull him closer.
Leshy abandoned his grip on P03's neck and instead wrapped his arm around the underside of its head, nails scrabbling for purchase on the top edge of the monitor. His chest was flush against P03's, arms tightly wrapped around it like he was terrified of the smaller Scrybe escaping somehow, and P03 could hear his ragged breathing near its speakers as he mindlessly fucked it hard.
Each fevered slam of Leshy's cock was ecstasy, wonderful shocks of pleasure coursing through both of them. P03's hips were tilted up to meet Leshy's and their bodies, both burning up, were as flush with each other as physically possible even as they jolted with Leshy's thrusts. But while Leshy was quiet, panting and growling at the volume of a whisper, P03 made his pleasure loud and clear.
"A-AahH ~! L-L-LeEshyyyy, f-fuck! Yesyes- breed me! I need you d-deep- MngHaH~!"
Leshy's breath hitched at that and P03 swore it could hear him softly whine.
P03 could feel the way in which Leshy's trusts became gradually sloppier and messier, falling out of sync as his end was quickly approaching. It was desperate, and the need for each other was so delightfully apparent, incoherent pleas being exchanged between them with each thrust.
Then, P03 finally cracked, arm clawing against Leshy's back in an attempt to pull him closer before his orgasm finally crashed over him. He let out a loud bit-crushed moan, body trembling as wave after wave of electrifying pleasure racked up his body, helplessly writhing underneath Leshy. P03 could feel the way his lubricant gushed around Leshy's cock, which was still ramming into him through his orgasm, only driving him further into blinding ecstasy.
"GghAH! L-LeSHYy- I-I cAme- M-mHH" P03 managed to choke out, becoming rapidly overwhelmed, and yet Leshy's thrusts didn't stop. Leshy was so close, so so close, he couldn't afford to stop now, and P03 could tell with the way in which his cock throbbed deep inside of him.
"P03," Leshy gasped out, speaking quickly between frenzied thrusts, "tell- tell me you need--"
He didn't need to finish his sentence; even in its blissful haze, P03 knew what Leshy wanted to hear.
"M-make me yours." Its soft, staticky voice was halfway between a moan and a sob. "Fill m-me- HahH! I need you to f-fill me up-!"
Leshy's claws dug into the metal of P03's body painfully and P03 gave a cry before digging its own claw deeper into Leshy's back. The pain shouldn't have felt good, but in this state, with Leshy ceaselessly pounding it and its processor overwhelmed with stimuli, everything felt incredible.
"I love yyyou- I love you s-so m-much- L-Leshy, p-please- claim mE-!"
That was enough to at last push Leshy over the edge, intensely cumming inside P03 as a strangled noise escaped his throat. P03 whimpered, too; it was an ungracious sound for a robot to make, but with Leshy's hot cum flooding its insides, more and more spurting from his cock with each labored thrust, there was no other reaction it could think of making. Leshy always came massive amounts, so when P03 felt its chamber fill completely and begin to distend outwards, it was a familiar, almost comfortable sensation.
Leshy had laid his forehead against P03's screen, breathing so heavily he was practically wheezing, and the hammering of his heart rattled P03's chest. Its vice grip around Leshy's back hadn't let up, nor had Leshy released his tight hold on the bot, and they lay with their shaking bodies pressed together as Leshy's cock, still nestled deep within P03's body, released the last of its load and slowed its twitching. By now, P03's mid-section was so bloated with cum that it pushed up against Leshy's stomach.
It took quite a couple minutes for either of them to recover enough to speak, ragged pants mixing in with the noise of overworked fans. Nonetheless, even as they laid with their bodies tangled up together, lovingly connected into one, it was clear that there was nowhere else that either of them would've wished to be at this moment.
Once Leshy's breathing began to slow down to a more normal level, his grip softened and his claws released P03, nuzzling against the bot's neck in an affectionate manner as a gentle purr left his throat.
"Leshyy..." It was welcomed with a small whine, P03's own arm relaxing, though it remained wrapped around Leshy's back, holding him close. He was content and holding each other this way through their afterglow was thoroughly pleasant.
"Apologies, was it too much...?" Leshy softly asked, his voice clearly laden with exhaustion as his hands caressed P03's body. There was care and adoration within his touch, a high contrast in comparison to his mannerisms hours prior.
"No, no..." P03's claw drew circles on Leshy's back, petting through his hair. "It was great, loved it..." he said with a small chuckle, leaning his head against Leshy's still buried in his neck. There was a small smile on his display, though Leshy wouldn't be able to see it from the position they were in.
By the time they were composed enough to pull out of their embrace, Leshy straightened up, inspecting P03's body and the result of their encounter a bit more carefully. There were scratch marks all over the metal plating, small dents, and of course, its wonderfully filled mid-section.
He dragged his hand over the stretched rubber, gently rubbing as P03 gave a pleased synthetic sigh. "F-full, hah..." it whispered, a small laugh coming out its speaker as well. It was a bit embarrassing, but P03 would never stop loving the feeling of being this full of Leshy, nothing could ever compare.
It was a rather delightful pressure on its own, but the sight of its own filled tubing as well as the thought that it's all Leshy's doing was always the cherry on top. It made him feel wanted like nothing else could, to know that Leshy wouldn't want anything else but to cum deep inside of him this way.
Leshy braced his palm on P03's well-rounded torso as he pulled out slowly. Though P03's valve closed behind Leshy's dick, keeping most of the fluid inside P03's body, a bit of cum still dribbled down his underside, and the blankets of the bed, a soft nest of furs and hides, were splattered quite generously with his own fluids. Leshy didn't comment on that, however, and laid himself down beside P03, wrapping a leg around his base and lightly kissing the side of his head as he ran his hand up and down the swell of P03's mid-section. P03 placed his claw over Leshy's hand and closed his eyes, sighing contentedly. If only he could stay in this moment with Leshy forever...
Leshy's voice rumbled, "And so, with the prey subdued, stuffed, and feasted upon, the hunter is finally at rest, and the game concludes..."
P03 let out an involuntary snicker and side eyed Leshy. "Seriously? Way to go and be a dork right at the end, you idiot."
Leshy tried to shoot P03 an aloof look but P03 felt him shaking with suppressed laughter. "Does the prey take offense to my narration?"
"It does if you're saying the game's over." P03 readjusted himself so he could lie on his side to face Leshy and he winced when the cum packed tight in his sensitive mid-section sloshed with the movement. Leshy, appearing to notice his discomfort, again placed his hand on P03's bulging tubing and resumed the gentle stroking to soothe it, making P03 moan softly.
"Pardon my rudeness," Leshy said, "but I don't believe you'd be capable of outrunning me in your...current state."
"Not right now," P03 agreed. The hiss of his fans made his voice sound breathy. "But the game's never truly over. As soon as I'm, y'know, fit to run again, you'd better chase me."
Leshy's eyes half-closed and a smile formed under his moustache before he leaned in and kissed the bot's screen.
"You need not worry, my love. I will never stop chasing you."