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Sevika’s eyes narrow as she leans back against the table, her broad shoulders relaxed, her legs spread just enough to claim an assured stance. She radiates tension, every inch of her exuding a steady, smoldering confidence. Her expression is unreadable, save for the twitch of her lips that hints at the promise of trouble. Her voice, when it comes, is a rasp soaked in honey, smooth and cutting all at once. "You’ve got a dangerous tongue when you run your mouth, you know that?"
You don’t flinch. Instead, your smirk widens as you take a step closer. Your boots barely make a sound against the floor, while your fingers idly tug at the hem of her tank top. Tilting your head, you meet Sevika’s sharp gaze, daring her with your eyes to put you in your place.
Slowly, you run your tongue over your lips before purring, “I never hear you complain about my tongue when I run my mouth on your cunt.”
For a split second, silence hangs between you thick and charged. Sevika’s brow lifts, her mouth twitches. She lets out a low, dangerous chuckle, sending a thrill racing down your spine. "Oh, you’re real bold today."
“Always,” you shoot back, the single word dripping with mischief.
Before Sevika can muster a reply, you drop to your knees in a smooth, fluid motion. Your hands move with practiced ease, unbuckling Sevika’s belt and pulling it free with a hiss that echoes in the quiet room.
"You—" Sevika starts, but the words stick in her throat when you tug her pants down in a swift pull, taking her underwear with them. The fabric pools around her ankles, leaving her bare and exposed.
You lean back on your knees, your hands resting casually on Sevika’s thighs as you let your eyes rake up her body. Your grin is infuriating, wide, and dripping with shameless confidence.
"Speechless?" you tease, your voice soft but daring, a featherlight taunt that dances on the edge of defiance. "What a rare occurrence."
Sevika’s jaw tightens, her breath slow and measured as she fights to keep her composure. “You’re pushing it.”
Your response is a laugh, rich and sultry, your fingers already hooking into the hem of your top. You pull it over your head with calculated slowness, tossing it carelessly aside. Beneath, your chest is bare, your nipples already peaking as you push your shoulders back to give her the full, glorious view.
"What’s wrong, babe?" you ask, running your hands up your sides until your palms cup your breasts. You squeeze them, rolling your nipples between your fingers with a low moan that is entirely for show. “Jealous of my hands? You should. They feel so good.”
Sevika’s nostrils flare, her lips curling into a snarl betrayed by the heat in her gaze. “You’re playing with fire.”
"You know I enjoy a good burn," you croon, leaning forward and letting your hands slide back to her thighs. Your lips quirk into a wicked smile as you drag your tongue along the inside of her knee.
She speaks your name like a warning.
"What?" you breathe along the inside of her quadriceps. "I'm just thorough..."
When you finally reach your destination, your tongue swipes over Sevika’s folds in a long, firm stroke that makes her head tip back, her throat working as she swallows a groan. To no avail.
"Fuck," her voice rasps out, rugged. Her mechanical hand grips the table’s edge while the other one hovers, clenching and unclenching as though deciding what to do.
You hum against her, the vibration pulling another sharp exhale from her chest. You flick your tongue over her clit, teasing, before pulling back just enough to glance up. Your fingers find your tits again, squeezing and pinching as your tongue darts out to wet your lips.
Your grin is infuriatingly smug as you knead your breasts, your fingers pinching your nipples just enough to make you sigh. This time, the sound is genuine. Your gaze locks on Sevika’s, teasing and unrelenting.
"Poor thing," you purr. "You look so tense..."
Sevika scoffs, but her body betrays her—the way her thighs tremble under the warm, damp breath fanning across her pussy, the way her chest rises and falls with shallow breaths.
You lean back in, letting your breath ghost over Sevika’s slick heat, your lips hovering just close enough to make her twitch. Your tongue darts out, giving a calculated lick over her folds, then another, each one maddeningly unhurried.
"Fuck," Sevika hisses, her head tipping back as her free hand grips the table harder.
You coo against her, the sound vibrating through her core. Pulling back slightly, you run your tongue over your bottom lip, hands still kneading yourself as you arch your back to the benefit of her eyes.
“You just gonna stand there and glare at me, babe?" you tease, your fingers pinching your nipples with a sharp tug that makes you gasp. "Or are you gonna tell me how good I’m making you feel?”
Sevika breathes out a single rough laugh; her voice sounds strained but full of promise. "Just finish what you started."
"Sweetheart, you will finish what I started." You lean forward again to trail kisses up along the inside of Sevika’s thigh. Your lips hover just above her heat, brushing against her skin without giving her what she craves.
Sevika’s grunt turns into a low, guttural moan as your tongue finds her clit again, this time circling, only touching with your tip, but with all the pressure the muscle can muster. Your hands leave your chest, sliding back to Sevika’s thighs to keep her steady as your tongue works in slow, devastating patterns.
"You taste so fucking good," you murmur between strokes.
Sevika’s flesh hand finally moves, tangling in your hair and pulling hard enough to make you gasp. "Less talking," Sevika grits, her tone sharp despite the tremor in her voice. "More fucking doing."
Your grin is bright and unrepentant. "As you wish," you flaunt your voice like a sweet melody, right before plunging your tongue back in, nose plowing into the rough curls adorning her pussy.
You hear the wood of the table groan under the powerful grip of Sevika’s prosthetic. "Just like that." Her hips buck forward slightly, meeting your mouth with a rhythm that is both demanding and desperate.
You giggle low and sultry before sinking two fingers into Sevika without warning. The sharp gasp she lets out widens your grin as you pump your fingers in thrusts tempered with just enough pressure to seduce her muscles to contract in regular, smooth tenses, flexing around your knuckles.
"Fuck, that pussy," you murmur, your voice dripping with lewd admiration. "So tender, so greedy, perfectly molded to my touch... As if your cunt is trying to pull me in."
Your filthy words draw a whimper from Sevika you know she'll hold against you. Her limbs tense as her body betrays the firestorm of pleasure coursing through her veins. She fights to keep her composure, but your relentless tongue and fingers have a way of unraveling even the steeliest resolve.
Sevika’s thighs tremble as she glares down at you. “You’re insufferable,” she moans, though her grip in your hair tightens, pulling you closer instead of pushing you away.
You giggle around Sevika’s clit, the vibration sending a jolt straight to her core. Pulling back to grin up at her, defy the strength of her grip; she lets you, but you know she'll add it to the tap. You tilt your head with mock sweetness. “You say that, but your pussy is begging me not to stop. Listen to her, Sev. She knows what she needs.”
Sevika’s laugh is low and dangerous. “You’re gonna pay for this.”
You smirk, licking your lips. “Not before you do.” You plunge your fingers back in, curling them to stroke the rough, sensitive tissue while your mouth resumes its assault on Sevika’s clit. Your tongue alternates between teasing flicks and firm pressure, suck at the bud like you're trying to drag out every ounce of lust pooling between her legs. Your pace is perfectly calculated to drive Sevika to the edge without letting her tip over just yet.
“You little...” Sevika hisses, her head tipping back as her body jerks in response.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” you mumble between strokes, your voice smug as you pump your fingers harder, faster, your tongue matching the rhythm. “Come on. Let me feel you fall apart. You know you want to.”
A broken moan shatters from her lips, her hips grinding against your mouth with quivering thighs. Her mechanical hand clenches and releases with restless energy, the glow in its joints pulsing erratically. “Keep going,” she orders through gritted teeth, her voice rough and barely holding onto its edge.
You oblige, doubling down as your free hand reaches up to grasp Sevika’s thigh, your nails digging into the firm muscle to keep her grounded. Your tongue swirls over Sevika’s clit, your fingers driving deeper, curling with every thrust.
“You’re dripping all over me,” you murmur, pulling back just long enough to glance up and admire the grimaces she makes. Your tongue swirls over your lips, tasting her with unabashed hunger. “Oh, aren’t you beautiful when you lose control like this?”
“Shut up,” Sevika snaps, though her voice wavers, cracking with the weight of her impending release.
“Make me,” you shoot back with a wicked grin, plunging your fingers even faster as your tongue returns to its relentless rhythm.
Sevika’s body releases her, the tension snapping like a wire pulled too tight. Her climax hits her with the force of a freight train, her thighs clamping around your head as she cries out, low and guttural. Her hips buck against your mouth, her chest heaving as waves of pleasure crash over her, leaving her trembling and breathless.
You don’t stop, your tongue and fingers coaxing every last shudder from Sevika’s body until she finally slumps back against the table, her head tipping back and her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her chest rises and falls with the effort of pulling herself back together, her eyes fixed on you. The sharp, dangerous twitch of her lips speaks volumes, her resolve reasserting itself as her body recovers from the brutal pleasure you’ve just delivered.
When you finally pull away, your grin is smug and triumphant, your lips and chin glistening. You lick your fingers clean, your eyes never leaving hers, “See? You don't complain when I run my mouth on your cunt.”
Sevika doesn’t reply immediately, but her silence is more threatening than any words. Her mechanical hand flexes, the faint hum of its mechanisms audible in the stillness. She releases the edge of the table, shaking out the tension as her smirk grows sharper, her gaze sinks deeper.
“You’re proud of yourself, huh?” Sevika’s voice is low, roughened with strain, but the edge in it makes your grin falter for just a heartbeat.
“Of course,” you say, pushing up off your knees and standing slowly, still wearing that infuriating grin. “You’re welcome, by the way. No need to thank me.” You shrug, the nonchalance in your tone beseeching her to snap.
“Oh, I’m not thanking you, brat,” Sevika's lips rasp, pushing herself off the table with a fluid grace that makes your pulse spike. She stalks forward, but her knees seem a little wobbly.
You don’t back away. You stand your ground, even leaning in a little, your smirk softening into something sweeter but no less challenging. “What’s that? Still recovering? Need to sit down for a moment?”
Sevika’s response is immediate and decisive. In a single motion, she grabs your wrist, spinning you around and pushing you forward until your chest hits the edge of the table. The force makes you gasp, and your palms slap against the wood to steady yourself.
“Recovering?” Sevika rasps, her voice dripping with dark amusement. “You think you’ve got the upper hand here?”
You crane your neck to glance back at her, your breath quickening as you smirk. “I mean… I did just make you come harder than I’ve ever seen you—”
Sevika cuts you off with a firm press of her mechanical hand against your lower back, pinning you in place. The cool metal makes you shiver, but the strength behind it makes you squirm.
“You talk too much,” Sevika says, her tone low and full of promise as her flesh hand slides up the back of your thighs, pulling your hips closer.
You bite your lip, your grin only widening. “You say that like it’s news.”
“Don’t worry,” Sevika murmurs, her breath hot against the back of your neck. “By the time I’m done with you, you won’t have anything smart left to say.”
You let out a soft laugh, your voice a little breathless now. “Big talk. You sure you’ve got it in you after I wrecked you like that?”
Sevika doesn’t reply, but the sharp tug of your pants as she yanks them down says plenty.
“Still mouthing off?” Sevika mutters, her tone rough and deliciously dangerous. Her free hand grips your bare hip, her thumb digging in enough to ache as she leans down, her lips brushing against your ear. "I'll leave your sweet pussy so raw you won't be able to wear underwear for days because the touch of fabric will be too much to bear."