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Caleb is prepared for what's to come. He would connect your transfer ports, gifting you his Construo energy so you could heal, broken and mangled from unfathomable bloodshed.

That part he didn't mind as much—to see color return to your cheeks, to see firsthand that you were alive.

Sometimes, if he was lucky, he even got to see your eyelashes flutter open, your beautiful eyes taking in the fluorescent lights wondrously, memories wiped clean. Like you'd been reborn—in a life different from this hellish one, if even just for a moment.

But they never let you see him, always sure to remove him, or sometimes you, from the lab and back to the lonely room separated by that damned wall he knew you sat across. His A-01.

With the go-ahead from the handlers, Caleb connects his transfer port to yours, holding your limp hand and murmuring to you tenderly. It was the same repeated words, now etched into his soul.

"I'm sorry. I won't fail you next time. Our next escape will be our last—I promise."

He grows weary as the energy is almost completely drained from his body. Lately, you'd needed more of it every time they'd have him repair you. He can feel the heat rising in his chest, blood boiling, contemplating what they've been doing to you. The horrors you were being subjected to.

Caleb shudders as he feels your Destructio energy caressing his—signaling that your body is almost done absorbing. The sensation was something he'd grown to crave more than anything, the closest thing he'd ever get to holding you again. At least until he could free the both of you. As the months dragged on, the endless cycle of violence and repairing fractured his soul—even he knew that freedom might just be a faraway delusion.

Desperately, he presses your transfer ports tighter, knowing they will disengage and you'll be taken away from him again. It's pointless; whatever vitals that appear on those screens always inform the handlers that the ports have disconnected.

Even though it's futile, he keeps your fingers intertwined with his—praying they won't notice for a while longer. That they won't take you away again.

But that dreaded moment doesn't come.

He tears his eyes away from you when he hears the researchers whispering among themselves, gesturing to different machines that displayed various vitals. Caleb's teeth clench tightly as he watches them point their eyes towards you, unconsciously moving to block you from their view.

When they catch his eyes, they turn to each other once more before slowly approaching him. Caleb tenses instantly, his body poised between you and them—ready to shield you.

They flinch. Though X-02 didn't carry the volatile Destructio energy, he had proven himself to be just as dangerous when A-01 was threatened. The lead researcher, one that'd known X-02 since he was a child, steps forward.

"X-02, we need you to do something for us."

—

Your eyes flicker awake, squinting at the harsh lighting. The room you find yourself awakening in is terrifyingly sterile. The incessant beeping of the machines around you makes your head split.

Trying to sit up, you realize your arms are strapped down. The beeping quickens, pulsing erratically as your heart starts to pound, realizing you're completely restrained.

"Hey, it's okay," a soft voice whispers from beside you, "You're okay."

Your head pounds as you try to place it. It's both unfamiliar and familiar.

Craning your neck around, you see a man sitting on a chair that's pulled up to your bed. He's wrapped in a similar exoskeleton suit as you. His eyes remind you of a sunrise you'd seen once long ago, deep amethyst hues that bleed into a pink coral that's almost golden.

"Caleb."

"Yeah," he whispers in awe, "That's me."

The researchers had let Caleb know that they'd reinserted the memories that had been extracted from you—the ones containing the word 'X-02.' Containing 'gege.'

They'd assured him that this was temporary. Once he was finished, they'd remove them, and the ones from today, again.

Considering what they were asking him to do, that was probably for the best.

He'd savor this while he could—the look of recognition and adoration in your beautiful eyes, eyes he dreamt about every single night.

Caleb exhales when the monitors settle, your heartbeat calming quickly. He reaches a tentative hand out, fingers gently brushing against your cheek.

You lean into his touch instinctively, as if you'd done it thousands of times before—trusting him implicitly.

Calming. Encouraging. Bright.

Caleb scoots closer, his eyes shining under the fluorescent lights. You try to reach out for him, but the leather cuffs dig into your skin as you tug. Caleb's hands instantly find the restraints, his expert fingers working to undo them.

Suddenly, a staticky voice blares from the intercom.

"X-02."

It's a clear warning directed at Caleb. He looks incredibly irritated, his eyebrows furrowing and eyes sparkling dangerously.

"W-What is that?" you ask, on edge again—the monitors reflecting your distress.

"It's…" he struggles to find the right words. You fill in his silence.

"It's them, isn't it?"

Caleb looks surprised but simultaneously relieved that you remember that much—that he doesn't have to explain the devastating reality you've woken up to.

"Yeah, it is," he whispers, stroking the irritated skin of your wrists, "But don't worry. I'll make sure they don't hurt you."

He intertwines his pinky with yours. You're hit with the memory of when he'd taught you what pinky promises meant—that same day he'd shown you the sunrise.

"X-02, you are not to undo A-01's restraints. Please proceed with what we discussed, or we will have you removed."

"Fuck! Just—just give me a moment!" he snaps at the air. His distress makes your chest clench nervously.

"What are they talking about? W-What did they tell you to do?"

Caleb breathes a sigh of relief when no accusation or hostility colors your words, realizing you still trust him, unconditionally. His heart throbs, thankful it's not his vitals being tracked. He knows he doesn't have much time. If he doesn't follow their orders, they've guaranteed they'd find someone else to carry this out.

And there was no way in hell he'd let anyone else touch you.

"They…they want me—us—to…"

Something about seeing Caleb so uncertain and lost for words makes you uncomfortable. Your fingers squeeze his, trying to reassure him—the same way he would do to you.

"Cal—" you're interrupted as Caleb gently closes his palm over your mouth.

"Gege. Call me gege. Th-They don't know about Caleb."

The meaning of his words slowly sink in as you remember all the times you'd woken up, healed from battle, remembering nothing but the name 'Caleb.'

The one thing they couldn't take from you. Not if they didn't know.

"Gege," you correct yourself with a whisper, "W-What does that mean?"

Caleb's own pulse skyrockets as he hears you call him that,"It means…brother. Family, friend, protector. Whatever you need me to be."

As you digest those words, he murmurs, "You trust me, right?"

Your head cocks in confusion, but you nod, "Yes. You're the only one I trust, gege."

"X-02!" The voice over the intercom is much more aggressive now, "Proceed, or we will find someone else!"

Caleb growls venomously at that notion, his head snapping towards the source of the voice. For a second, the air around you crackles and the lights flicker—gravity seeming to shift. Slowly, his fist clenches by your side and everything returns to normal. His expression is unreadable, softening when he looks at you.

"Close your eyes for me, please?"

You eyebrows furrow with confusion but you obey, your lashes fluttering shut. He's only ever protected you—you trusted him more than you trusted yourself.

A small eternity passes before something happens, something soft and foreign pressing against your lips, which part in surprise. Your eyelids flicker open, met with the sight of Caleb's shut eyes, right in front of your own.

Caleb hovers over you, thumb gripping your chin gently in place as he continues to press his lips into yours—stealing your breath straight from the source. He groans into you, feeling his suit getting painfully tight as he grows increasingly and uncomfortably swollen.

It's innocent—chaste. Just his lips against yours. But it's more than enough to send the blood rushing between his legs.

When he finally pulls away, his cheeks are rosy and his ears are tipped red. His purple eyes search yours pleadingly, as if expecting to be punished and preemptively asking for forgiveness.

But your anger doesn't come, only looking at him with wide and confused eyes, "W-What was that?"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he apologizes still—the self-loathing eating at him. Your first kiss, and you'd had no say. And he hated himself for how badly he'd enjoyed it—loved it.

"Why are you sorry?" you ask genuinely. Your entire body tingled, the sensation of his lips still ghosting against yours even with his face a foot away from you. You were bewildered as to what he was apologizing for. You didn't understand what he'd just did, but it hadn't seemed like a bad thing.

"I want to explain," he whispers, stroking your face tenderly, "I can explain. It's—"

But he's cut off by that same crackly intercom again.

"X-02. You are not authorized to say more. Proceed as you have been directed."

Caleb let's out a string of expletives that's so venomous it makes you wince. His eyes widen when he notices, gently holding your face in his hands.

"I-I'm sorry, princess. Don't be scared, everything's okay."

Caleb's words, his touch, make you feel so unbelievably safe. But you can't quite ignore the ominous staticky directions, coming from the intercom in the corner of the ceiling.

"Then what's happening?" you whisper. As you try and reach out for him, your wrists once again tug against the cuffs, and panic settles in. You jerk against them, looking at him pleadingly. The monitors beep erratically, reflecting your rising anxiety. You can feel the energy inside of you surfacing with volatility, your entire body covered in goosebumps.

Caleb watches, helpless, as you realize that your powers, your energy, is useless. The entire room is built with some kind of destructuo energy dampener, specifically designed to control you.

It was no doubt in response to an incident years ago where you'd nearly destroyed the laboratory, and every single person in it, when they'd taken him away from you.

Knowing no other way to calm you, he leans back in, consuming your hyperventilating breaths with his lips. His hands gently stop your wrists from thrashing, soothing your irritated skin with his thumbs. You moan into him, overwhelmed by everything, taking solace in the comfort he provides you. It feels familiar, and yet different all at once.

Earlier, it was gentle, cautious, delicate. But now?

It was frenzied, claiming, desperate.

Caleb is scared, not knowing how to fix this—how to explain what they've asked him to do, scared of not being able to protect you from this.

From him.

He climbs onto the bed with you, gently parting your knees so he can settle between them. The way your tongue intertwines with his makes him groan, growing excited even when guilt weighs heavily on his body, his cock hardening painfully against his unforgiving exoskeleton.

You hadn't quite kissed him back earlier—not knowing how. But now, your lips moved in tandem with his, tongue messily twirling with his, learning quickly. Even when you barely understood what it meant, your body responded instinctively.

Caleb pulls away to breathe, his chest heaving as he hovers over you. Your eyes flutter up at him, hazy and bewildered. His eyes are drawn to your puffy lips, a line of spit connecting you to him.

"I-I've always wanted to do that," he croaks. The heat in his confession makes you shiver, something akin to excitement brewing in your stomach.

"Really?" you whisper breathlessly, in disbelief. He gives you a half smile as he nods, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Just trust me, alright? I'll protect you. Always."

You blink up at him, dazed—drunk off the sensation of his lips. Caleb presses his forehead to yours, holding the back of your head tightly, gripping your hair like it'd keep you from ever disappearing again.

"I have to do this. So they don't hurt you," he whispers. It's not completely untruthful. If he didn't do it, they'd find someone else to defile you. His words might be a slight stretch, but there was truth there.

As well as his own deception.

"Do what?" you whisper, still completely lost.

"They want us to…" he tries to speak clearly, knowing they'll warn him again, likely for the last time.

"They want me to—They're forcing me to take your…" Caleb gulps, his eyes darkened with a torrent of bitter conflict.

"Your first time."

He can tell by your expression that you're unsure what he means. His gut coils in an alarming mix of arousal and guilt at your inexplicable innocence and inexperience. Pressure builds in his groin at the idea that he will be the one to change that.

His heart pounds painfully, "Just…just trust me. If we don't do this…they said they'll find someone else."

The entire room crackles with sinister energy as he speaks, the lights flickering ominously. While you're unsure what he means, you knew you didn't want anyone else near you, touching you. Pressing their lips to yours, like he just did. The thought makes your skin crawl.

You watch with wide eyes as he leans back in, pressing his lips to your jaw this time. Caleb groans at how your body naturally responds to him, pretty little whimpers escaping you. His lips trail down your face, to your neck where you feel him inhaling deeply. It makes you blush, wondering why he's behaving this way. And why it makes your thighs clench excitedly.

"G-Gege!" you whimper when his lips latch onto the sensitive skin against your pulse. You feel him smiling, satisfied by the way the monitors go insane as they pick up on your increased heart rate and blood pressure, signs of how excited you are—even if you don't realize what it means.

"That's enough. Continue, X-02. Further down."

His fingers clench, blood boiling again—reminded of how methodical they've instructed he go about this. Like it meant nothing. Like it wasn't something he'd wanted for years.

He kisses down every inch of your exposed skin, his face eventually scratching against the rough metal of your suit as he moves down your neck.

"Stand by. Someone will enter shortly to remove your exoskeletons."

Caleb's eyes widen at that, a surge of hostility and protectiveness claiming him. Your dazed look of bliss only fans those flames of possessiveness—eyes snapping to the door as it slides open.

Before you can register what's happening, Caleb is off of you, standing between the bed and the door. The lights flicker wildly, lab equipment inexplicably trembling—metal scratching against the linoleum floor. The air around you feels odd, almost weightless.

"Do not fucking come near her," Caleb warns. He doesn't even realize what's happening—doesn't even notice the unprecedented deadly energy radiating off of him. The lab technician looks utterly terrified.

On the other side of the one way mirror, the group of laboratory researchers murmur excitedly among themselves—jotting down everything they see. For a moment they want to stop their little experiment, now having something far more interesting to study.

"This is incredible. Is it possible X-02 is developing some kind of…new ability?"

"It's seems A-01 truly is the key to unlock his potential."

"Screw the intercourse study, we should study him instead."

"Ca—Ge," you whisper urgently, not being able to remember ever having seen him do something like this before. Normally you'd be the one with the offensive abilities, your energy and blades, and him with the healing and power of creation, "W-What are you doing?"

Caleb's eyes soften when he looks at you, the pulsing energy surrounding him seeming to dissipate. But as the lab technician inches toward you, Caleb's hostility returns instantly, an animalistic noise escaping his throat. You flinch when one of the bulbs in the fluorescent light tube above shatter.

The man's hands raise in desperate surrender, eyes snapping to the dimmed light, discreetly speaking into his mic, "The hell am I supposed to do?! He'll kill me if I get any closer!"

At instructions that are inaudible to Caleb, the technician clears his throat, voice trembling as he speaks to him.

"Th-There's a button beneath the panels of your suit, at the back of the neck. If you press that, your exoskeletons will retract until it's pressed again."

He flees after, his face pale as a sheet—desperate to get out of that room and out of X-02's sight. Caleb turns back to you, fingers instantly caressing your cheek.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" he murmurs.

You shake your head, "N-No. But why do they want us to remove our suits?" Your cheeks are red, knowing it'll mean you'll be naked. In front of Caleb.

Caleb's own cheeks burn as his eyes drift down your body, unable to stop himself from imagining your bare skin under the imposing layers of metal.

"W-We…" he struggles to find the words as he carefully climbs between your legs again, "We need to be naked. To do this."

This. Once again, you didn't understand what that meant but you knew you wanted it to be Caleb. Not someone else, like they'd threatened if he didn't comply.

"B-But…" you blush harder, clearing your throat. Caleb kisses your forehead reassuringly, able to read you like an open book. You were nervous, shy.

"It's okay," he murmurs, fingers trailing across your collar and up to your neck, "Please…I-I want—I need to see you."

Your eyes widen wondrously at the desperation of his plea, heart hammering at the prospect of being naked in front of someone. In front of him.

"X-02, proceed. Now."

Caleb's eyes darken with annoyance. He leans in to kiss you again, whispering reassuringly against your lips, "It'll be over soon, okay?"

You moan into his mouth as kisses you aggressively, his fingers roaming across your shoulders. Even through the exoskeleton it made you shiver, an unexplainable fire growing in your gut.

Goosebumps form under the metal as Caleb's tongue tangles demandingly with yours, his fingers finding the nape of your neck. He wants to warn you, give you more time to adjust, but they'd given him far too many warnings already. Especially considering the power he'd just inadvertently displayed, he was surprised they hadn't separated him from you already. Not that he'd let them, not after he'd gotten a chance to taste you.

Caleb's fingers gently lift the metal panels against your neck, thumb finding the button they'd mentioned. With his lips still on yours, his eyes quickly scan the ceiling for all visible cameras, intentionally shifting his body to block your body from them.

His heart pounds as he presses it, inexplicably excited at the idea of seeing you naked. You gasp into his lips when you feel the tight exoskeleton disengaging, exposing your skin to the cold air. You can't look down, Caleb's metal fingers gripping the back of your head firmly in place, while the other grips your hip possessively.

Only when he releases your lips can you look down, seeing your own naked body for the first time in you're unsure how long. Caleb follows your eyes, breath quickening as he takes you in. His cock lurches, nearly feeling himself explode just at the mere sight of you.

"Beautiful," he croaks, thumb wiping away the saliva on your lips. His entire body trembles, overwhelmed by how exquisite you are, how soft your skin is, how mouthwatering your breasts are as they taunt him.

He doesn't dare look further down, knowing he won't be able to stop from losing himself entirely—pinning you down and taking you like a madman.

You try to cover your body, but of course your wrists only rattle against the metal cuffs.

"E-Embarrassing," you mumble, averting your eyes shyly.

Caleb wants to reassure you, but he's swiftly interrupted.

"X-02, proceed as you've been briefed. Start by stimulating A-01's breasts."

Your eyes snap up to the intercom, heart beating erratically in disbelief. Your breasts?!

Caleb holds your cheeks, bringing you out of your anxious thoughts, and pressing his forehead on yours.

"I have to," he whispers, trying to hide his excitement. A dark part of him thanked the twisted universe for providing him this opportunity.

"Why?" you croak quietly, your breath fanning across his lips, "W-Why are they making us do this?"

Caleb's heart fractures at your words, reminded that just because he wants this, doesn't mean you do.

"I-I…" Caleb stutters, "I don't know. They're always running experiments on us. If I had to guess, they want to see how we react to different physical stimuli…like pleasure."

"Pleasure…" you trail off, lost in your tumultuous thoughts. Caleb's eyes are drawn to your hardened nipples—puckered and begging for his attention, even as he tries to focus on your discomfort.

"X-02 this is your last warning to proceed as directed."

"J-Just do it," you whisper before he has a chance to lash out at the unseen voices. Caleb's face snaps to yours, both excited to continue and devastated by the notion that you were doing this entirely against your will.

But even if he wanted to, he couldn't refuse.

"I'm sorry," Caleb whispers as his lips trail down your bare collar. He moans at the smell of your skin, his hips bucking against your thigh. He's still in his exoskeleton, the material digging harshly into your legs.

Your eyes flutter shut as you feel moisture on the swell of your breasts, his lips latching on gently. You squirm, feeling self conscious with Caleb so close to your intimate parts. There's a building tension in your gut, half parts anxiety and half something you've never experienced before.

"I-I'm so sorry," he says again, but this time he's apologizing for how excited, how hard, he is. He feels terrible, but it doesn't stop him from wanting you.

"Focus on her areolas."

The thought of sucking on your nipples nearly sends Caleb into a frenzy. His eyes plead with yours, "I have to." When you nod hesitantly, his head dips down, taking one peak into his mouth and capturing the other with his rough fingers.

You lurch, cuffs digging painfully into your wrists, "Nnngh…C-Caleb!" You can't think consciously enough to remember not to use his name, overwhelmed by the sharp pleasure of his mouth on your breast.

Caleb nearly chokes against your skin, the sound of your moan completely unexpected and entirely irresistible. He growls excitedly, sucking harder. He can vaguely make out the sounds of the machines beeping wildly—the audible indication of your arousal fuels him, especially knowing your body wanted him even if you didn't.

"O-Oh that feels…" you trail off, struggling to breathe—the machines mirroring your thunderous heart rate.

Caleb braces himself for whatever you're about to say, lips still closed over your nipple, eyes nervously peering up at you through thick eyelashes.

"Unngh—f-feels goo—ood," you choke, forgetting your surroundings entirely. That there's a group of people watching you from the cameras. All you can focus on is the foreign feeling building in your body, every nerve tingling like it might burst.

You whine when he freezes momentarily, taken aback by your reaction. You try to prop yourself up to look at him, but you feel his teeth bare down gently on your sensitive flesh, causing you to thrash against the restraints.

"Really?" his words are muffled, breath hot against your flesh, "A-Are you sure, princess?"

Your head is thrown back with a moan as he sucks harder, "Y-Yeah? Is it—nngh—n-not supposed to?"

"N-No! It is. It is."

He ruts eagerly against your thighs, unable to contain his excitement as he samples your soft skin. He forces himself to control his urges, wanting to make this as enjoyable as possible for you. As you shiver against his metallic suit, Caleb pauses before finding the button at the nape of his own neck and pressing down.

You watch with wide eyes as the panels of his exoskeleton shuffle into themselves, leaving him naked—his body sculpted and muscular. It's then you realize his right arm is entirely modified, while the other is still flesh.

Your gaze drifts downward, specifically between his legs. Caleb flushes as he sees how erect he is, wet sticky arousal smearing against his abdomen as his cock stands tall. It lurches with excitement as he looks down at your naked body, kneeling upright between your legs.

"A-Are you okay?" you stutter, not understanding why his body is reacting like this. You'd never seen a man's body, but it looked swollen and painful, "Does that hurt?"

Caleb's cheeks burn as he watches you stare at his cock—feeling self conscious. Like you, this was the first time he'd seen himself naked in a while. The handlers were exceedingly careful not to share too much knowledge about their skeletons—not wanting to fuel another revolt.

"No, it doesn't. Don't worry, princess."

"I-Is it supposed to be like that?"

Caleb clears his throat, embarrassed, "…No. I'm like this…B-Because of you."

Your head tilts in confusion, but there's another instruction before you can inquire more.

"X-02, you may now undo A-01's restraints."

Caleb bristles at the intrusion but obliges, deftly undoing the cuffs and taking your wrists into his hands, massaging them tenderly. He doesn't even get to soothe you for two seconds before they're demanding more.

"A-01, stroke X-02's penis. With your hands."

"Wait—" the shock is evident on Caleb's face, turning to the blinking camera, "You never said anything about that—"

His tone is murderous, the energy around him once again sucking inward, making it difficult to breathe. He can't help it—unable to control this…ability of his that seemed to manipulate the gravity around them. And when he got emotional, it seemed especially volatile.

"You said she wouldn't have to do anything," he snarls, the idea of them subjecting you to more than they needed to like acid on his tongue. What they'd tasked him with doing to you would already be traumatic enough. He didn't want you to have to do the same, regardless if you would remember it or not.

"There's been new developments. A-01, proceed."

If Caleb had to guess, it was likely, what they believed to be, his newfound power that they now wanted to test. To them, it seemed to manifest as a result of A-01—specifically after physical intimacy with A-01.

And they wanted to see what else they could uncover about X-02, using A-01.

"No," he desperately turns to you, "No, you don't ha—"

"I-It's okay…gege," you wince at the resurfacing memories of what would happen when you didn't cooperate with them. The sensory injector. The pain.

You take him into your trembling hands. Caleb jolts when your fingers come into contact with him, curling over you. The exam bed shakes with the weight of his body as he curses lowly and whispers your name.

"O-Oh Christ," he pants, his entire body heaving. You slow your ministrations.

"Sorry, d-does that hurt?"

"God, no," Caleb gasps desperately, "Th-The opposite. Feels damn incredible."

Your stomach flutters as he moans, seeming to thoroughly enjoy your touch—a concept that makes your entire body heat with confusing desires, even without him touching you.

Caleb's eyes are squeezed shut, trying to sear this feeling into his memory. He falls backwards, supporting himself with his palms, his hips rutting up into your timid hands.

You watch, mesmerized. You need to use both hands to completely grip him, the sticky fluid spilling onto your skin. His entire body rolls into your palms, a thin sheen of sweat starting to form on his abdomen.

Simply obeying orders, you really didn't have a clear grasp on what exactly you were doing. But even in your inexperience, you knew this was filthy. Lewd and intimate.

"A-01, make sure you stimulate his testicles too."

The intrusion startles you, making Caleb choke out a curse when you accidentally squeeze down on him.

"O-Oh sorry," you whisper, removing your hands. Caleb moves faster, catching your wrists and bringing them back to wrap around him.

"Hah—D-Don't stop," he groans, "Need you t-to touch me. Please."

When he realizes you have no idea what they'd just instructed you to do, he carefully brings one of your hands to cup the sensitive skin under the base of his thick length. He gently guides your fingers, showing you how to do what they'd asked. You audibly gasp as your fingers wrap around, what you assume is, his testicles—soft and heavy in your hand.

Your movements aren't particularly skilled, obviously, but your touch is pure heaven to Caleb. His balls quickly tighten excitedly in your fingers. You'd barely been touching him for a few minutes and he was already close.

"H-Hah—oh g-god. J-Just like that," he praises lowly, stroking your face with a shaky hand. As your eyes meet, you're struck with the sudden desire to feel his lips again. Caleb watches your eyes drift to his lips, lurching fiercely in your hands as he catches you.

"Come here," he whispers huskily, fingers weaving into the back of your head and tugging you forward—eager and aggressive. It's sloppy, his tongue claiming every inch of you as saliva escapes the corner of your mouth, struggling to keep up with his fervor.

When your hands stop moving, unable to focus on anything but his lips, Caleb groans and encompasses your fingers with his own. He uses your hand to jerk himself off, breathing growing increasingly heavy as his body rolls up into your joined hands. At the feeling of your wet timid tongue, he comes completely undone, unable to stop from exploding in your hands.

Caleb hisses into your mouth, shuddering violently under your touch. You feel something wet and hot splatter against your bare skin. It makes you shiver, reminding you that you're completely naked. You'd forgotten, his proximity keeping you warm and toasty.

"F-Fuck—!" Caleb curses as he holds the base of his cock, squeezing—trying to stop himself. But it's too late, his release painting your delicate skin milky white.

Of course, it was his first orgasm—a completely new sensation, so he had no idea what to expect. He didn't know if orgasming a few strokes in was normal or not. All he knew was that he was upset that he hadn't been able to prolong the glorious moment.

If the feeling of your fingers could render him in this state, what would being inside of you do to him? The thought excites him as much as it terrifies him, rendering him thick and desperate once more.

On the other side of the wall, the group of researchers note everything they see, including how the lights flicker erratically as X-02 approaches and reaches orgasm, his energy levels spiking to unprecedented levels and behaving more like that of A-01's destructuo energy.

"Is he showing signs of…evolution?"

"What do you think is the cause? A-01? Or climax?"

"Do you think A-01 could exhibit similar developments?"

"We theorized that physical pleasure might prove more efficient in the healing and recovery process than X-02's energy. What if…it can do more?"

They look excitedly between themselves before reaching for the intercom mic.

"X-02, proceed with the next phase."

Caleb is almost entirely incoherent, his entire body heaving with the force of his climax. His eyes widen at how much of his cum you're covered in.

"I'm sorry, couldn't stop myself," he blushes, moving to wipe you off. He freezes as he watches his release drip off your tits, groaning at how much harder it makes him—cock unbearably sensitive.

"It's okay, gege. It's…warm," you whisper wondrously at the way the white pearly beads reflect the fluorescent light. Caleb watches with shadowed eyes as you use your delicate fingers to wipe a rivulet off of your swollen peak. At your whimper, your nipples sensitive from his prior attention, he gently pushes you back down, hovering over you.

"You have no idea what you do to me, do you?"

He doesn't give you a chance to speak, stealing your breath all at once. His fingers ghost down your body, tracing your sensitive nipples in their path downward. Greedily, he swallows up your whimpers.

"X-02."

Caleb groans, swearing against your lips. The moment is shattered as he remembers what the next phase is. He looks at you, already repenting—this would be the point of no return.

"Forgive me," he rasps, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before his lip carve a path down your body. You writhe, moaning as he travels down, his tongue tasting every inch of you.

Your eyes widen when he reaches your pelvis, scrambling and trying to push him away, "W-Wait, not there."

Caleb looks up, desperate, "Please, princess. I…I have to."

Again, not entirely true, but not entirely a lie.

"You…have to," you echo, looking down at him. He's between your legs, faces inches away from your core. It made you squirm.

"Yeah. I-It'll be quick," he whispers, willing to do anything to reassure you—even if it's likely not true.

But one thing he knows for certain, "I'll always protect you, I won't let anyone hurt you."

Except of course, him.

Relief tinged with shame floods him when you finally nod and whisper, "O-Okay, Caleb."

At his despondent expression—grappling with the idea that you're agreeing because you have no choice, you grasp his face and bring it back up to meet yours, "I trust you, gege."

It soothes him, but it's not enough to reassure him entirely.

His body trembles with the weight of his restraint, his face inches away from your cunt. Your smell intoxicates him—it takes everything in him not to dive in, literally, head first.

"Close your eyes for me princess."

You oblige, breath quickening as you wait for him to do whatever it is they've tasked him with. All you can hear is the faint pulse of the monitors reading your vitals, and your labored breathing, as you wait for what feels like an eternity.

"C-Caleb—w-wha—!"

You're interrupted by your own scream when you feel Caleb's familiar mouth press against your most private parts, his nose prodding your lips apart.

"W-Wait, don't—don't," you say weakly, back arching off the bed at the sharp sensation. Caleb's arms loop around your thighs, holding you firmly in place—preventing escape. You whine as his tongue dives deeper, wedged right between your quivering folds. His moans reverberate off your sensitive skin, making your gut bubble with pleasure.

Caleb is too lost in your essence to register your rising distress, groaning desperately, "O-Oh y-you taste so fucking good."

Your eyes widen at his lustful words, his voice deep with desire and possession.

Truthfully, your distress stemmed from the idea that theywere also forcing Caleb to do something he didn't want, something that seemed so…disgusting. But the idea, the proof right between your thighs, that he seemed to…enjoy this—it made your entire body twitch with confusion.

"Uhhngh…r-really?" you moan in disbelief, sitting up on shaky elbows. The sight of his eyes hooded with pleasure, tongue lapping eagerly at the slick that refused to stop dripping from your legs, made you unbearably excited.

Caleb answers with a pleasured growl, unable to pull away from your nectar. His words vibrate against your core, making you writhe, "Mmnn..w-would never lie to you."

He tugs you aggressively closer to him, your body sliding down the exam bed as he practically brings your body to his lips like how you'd drink from a bowl. As his lips latch onto a unbearably sensitive bud of flesh, you're interrupted once more.

"X-02, the next phase is penetration, not f—"

You yelp as Caleb's fingers dig painfully into the plush of your ass, a snarl erupting from his shiny lips. Another halogen tube light bursts as he regards the unseen researchers venomously.

"You want me to fuck her, at least let me make sure she's ready!"

You flinch at the pure hatred in words, half-expecting them to barge in—punishing Caleb for his insolence. But you're only met with tense silence. Caleb turns to you again, his face softening.

"Sorry," he mumbles sheepishly, "Are you okay?"

You gulp nervously, but nod nonetheless. At that, Caleb kisses you again. Your nose scrunches at the new taste, goosebumps forming when you realize you're tasting yourself.

Pulling away, Caleb refocuses on devouring you. This time you don't protest when he places your legs on his shoulder, his expression absolutely starved—crazed, as he admires the mess he's created between your legs.

The scrutiny makes you squirm, "D-Don't stare."

Caleb only grins, leaning back in. You whine when he takes a deep breathe, inhaling your scent, making you flush with embarrassment.

"Cale—Ge. D-Don't do that."

He chuckles, warm breath making you twitch, "M'sorry princess. Can't help it."

His eyes lock with yours, the dawn hues darkened—reminding you more of dusk now, "I can't resist you. Not now. Not ever."

Your chest throbs at the sincerity of his confession. But he distracts you from it, latching back onto the sensitive nub at the crest of your core, sucking at it roughly.

"O-Oh God," you wail, fingernails digging into the bed, "W-Wait, slow down!" Your body is overwhelmed by the quickly forming tension in your abdomen, terrified by what might happen when that coil snaps.

Caleb growls with dissatisfaction but does his best to obey, easing his lips—suckling slower, trying to be gentler with you. His right fist clenches painfully with restraint, your soft mewls of pleasure echoing in his mind.

The scientists murmur excitedly between themselves, even despite X-02's disobedience. They knew he'd never done anything like this, and he was proving more and more just how resourceful he was—how quickly he could learn and adapt. And now, with the exhibition of his "newfound" offensive abilities…

The possibilities of what they could do with their new weapon were endless.

For Caleb, it was easy to pick up on the things you like and what you didn't. You were so responsive to him—but above all, his desire to possess your pleasure made it all the easier to learn every inch of your body.

You feel his hand enclosing over one of your breasts, kneading it as he continues to devour ravenously. When he starts to tweak your nipples, your body spasms and you see stars, your legs tightening so forcefully you're scared you might choke him.

Glancing down with blurry vision, you watch the pure bliss on Caleb's face as he tastes you. You gasp when you notice he has one fist wrapped around his cock. It looks thicker than it had when you held it, still shiny with the thick white cream that he'd released.

Caleb catches you staring, his abdomen tightening with excitement. With his tongue at your entrance, he can't help but imagine putting himself inside of you. You were more than ready, an obscene amount of arousal coating your inner thighs.

It's what they were demanding he do anyways, right?

You're dazed when Caleb pulls away, standing on his knees—instantly missing the warmth of his mouth. You're so out of it you don't even register that Caleb is lining himself up with your core, until his tip is nudging you apart.

"C-Caleb?" you whimper, eyes widening, "W-Wait you can't put that inside me—i-it won't fit!"

Not removing himself, he hovers over you, letting your foreheads rest against each other. You groan as he rubs the swollen tip of his erection up and down your slit, gathering the moisture and smearing it against himself.

"J-Just trust me, okay?" he pleads, at his limit of how much he can hold back. He needs to be inside of you.

You bite your lip and nod slowly, not being able to deny him, "I-It's going to hurt right?"

Caleb let's his head catch along your tight little hole as he rubs ups and down, "I think so. But only for a little, okay princess? I-I promise."

He swallows your response, mouth slotting over yours again. The vibrations of your moans pulse through his entire body, his eager and possessive tongue distracting you as he lines himself back up. His free hand rubs tender circles into your trembling thighs, holding them farther apart as he tries to sink into you.

You rip your mouth away, yelping in pain. The monitors read your distress, and Caleb pauses, his jaw slack and teeth tightly grit.

"I know, I know—I'm sorry," he whispers.

"X-02, do not stop. Proceed."

Caleb seethes, glaring at the cameras—still blocking you from their sight. But he stays still, refocusing on you. He gently strokes your cheek, kissing your temple. It takes everything in him to wait—to give you more time to accept and adjust, even when all he wants is to bury himself inside of you.

"Ignore them," he whispers, "I-I'll wait until you're ready."

You shake your head—you were used to pain after all, "N-No just keep going. I don't want them hurting you."

Caleb freezes at that. Hurting him. That was your first concern.

He groans lowly, "F-Fuck don't say things like that. Not while I-I'm like this."

You blush as Caleb looks down at you with unquenchable hunger burning in his eyes. Hesitantly, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, tugging him closer.

"J-Just put it in, it's okay."

Caleb's eyes widen, a pained growl escaping his throat at your half-plea, "F-Fuck."

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, taking deep breaths of your scent to try and ground himself. At the same time, you feel his cock pressing deeper against you, trying desperately to penetrate you.

Your eyes squeeze shut, biting down on his shoulder. Caleb groans deeply, hips lurching at the sting—inadvertently pushing further into you, almost as if begging you to bite harder.

And you oblige, especially when he continues to try and force his cock into your tight heat. He groans with frustration, having a hard time getting inside of you. Sure, he was inexperienced but surely it shouldn't be this difficult.

"God you're tight as hell," he croaks your name desperately, "Please, baby."

The little name he calls you hits your ears like honey, making you shiver. Your eyes flutter at him, trying to focus—hazed with pain and something foreign, "Mmnngh..P-Please what ge?"

You take a deep breath, trying to loosen your body—your muscles cramping painfully with tension. Caleb swears at your wide questioning eyes, the way you call him that so sweetly, already obeying without him needing to elaborate.

"Y-Yeah just like that. Fuuuck…good girl."

Your stomach flutters with his praises, distracting you momentarily and allowing him to finally push in—just barely. You groan, your body tensing again. Even with your fragmented memories, you know you've felt worse pain before—through punishment, augmentation, experimentation. But this felt different...bearable.

But above all, it was Caleb inflicting it. And that made you want to withstand it.

"A-Almost," he whispers, sweat beating down his temple. He looks down, where your bodies are connected. Truthfully, he hasn't even gotten his full tip in, but he could feel you finally stretching fractionally.

"Hurts," you gasp, eyes focusing in and out, "Nnngh…I-I think it's too big."

Caleb's hand grips the rail of the hospital bed, caging you against his body, "Hah—F-Fuck…Just bear with me, a-a little while longer, okay?"

With tears streaming down your face you nod, taking another deep gulp of air. Caleb curses, his knuckles turning white and fingers going numb with the force which he grips the metal railing of the bed.

You nearly scream as you feel his thick head finally pop fully into you, the monitors going insane as they read your vitals.

"Oh god," he chokes as he feels your gummy walls enveloping just one inch of his cock, "Mmmngh—fuck you feel s-so good wrapped around me."

He squeezes the base of his cock again, jaw tightened as he nearly cums just from putting his tip inside you. When you whimper again, he looks up, violet eyes wide—as if just snapping out of his own trance. Caleb's heart clenches at your pained sounds, guilty that while you writhe in discomfort, he quite literally drowns in the pleasure your body provides him.

"I'm sorry," he presses his lips into your temple, holding still—not letting any more of himself slip in, "It-It'll be over soon, I promise."

You gasp for air, feeling unbearably stretched out. Looking down, you groan at the sight of his tip tightly nestled in your folds, your thighs shiny with moisture. The sight is so lewd it entrances you, your mouth shamefully agape.

Caleb chuckles, his voice trembling as he forces himself not to thrust into you. His thumb traces your bottom lip, "Hah—careful, princess. Don't drool."

You weakly swat his hand away, glaring at him, "I-I am not!"

He's about to tease you more, relieved as he sees you smile faintly, when the intercom crackles to life.

"X-02. Continue."

He hisses with frustration and you gulp nervously. Though you'd somewhat gotten used to it, you knew he was barely inside of you—and it hurt.

"I-I have to move okay, baby? I…I'm sorry."

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut, bracing yourself.

"C-Come on, don't do that. Look at me, please."

Your eyes flutter open, looking at him questioningly.

"I-I want—I need to see you, okay?" He pleads, tilting your chin up. He smiles when your eyes meet, "Deep breath for me?"

"C-Caleb—!" you cry, nails digging into his shoulders as he pushes into you slowly—not even remembering not to use his name. One inch. Then another.

Caleb's muscles spasm as he fights to stay in control, "C-Christ, I can't—you feel…"

He cuts himself off with a string of curses as you tighten. He's about halfway inside of you, and already he's questioning how much more of this he can take before he comes undone again.

"Caa—leb," you moan, the syllables breaking as he slips incrementally into you. You wrap your trembling legs around his back, unable to support them any longer. His entire body freezes at that, the sound of his name coming so beautifully out of your lips, the feeling of your thighs locking his body against yours.

"Princess, please," he groans, "Fuck…Y-You're making it impossible to be gentle."

Your eyes widen at how pained he sounds, not understanding what exactly you were doing that was hurting him. But you knew you could handle it, and you'd willing accept more if it meant sparing him.

"Nnnngh—I don't want you t-to be in pain," you whisper, "Just do it, I can—hah—handle it."

Caleb's eyes darken at your words. Looking down at you, he realizes the extent of your vulnerability and trust.

You had no idea what you were doing to him. What he could do to you.

"You don't know what you're saying. Don't say that."

"I-I do!" you insist, eyes rolling slightly as you feel his hard length brushing deeper into your sensitive walls, "Ge, please. Just put it in."

Caleb feels his resolve crumbling. The sound of you begging him to, essentially, fuck you, drove him to the edge of insanity. His body moves on its own, pushing deeper into your torturously irresistible gummy walls. Until he's completely bottomed out.

Both of your eyes are drawn to where your bodies are joined—glued to the sight of your pelvises molded firmly together.

"O-Oh…" you breathe out in awe, "It…y-you're inside me."

The machines go ballistic when you notice the obvious red streaks against Caleb's pelvis. He notices it too, and, for a second, it feels like a knife sinks into Caleb's stomach—knowing it's yours. Your blood. The sight made his hair stand on its ends.

His fist clenches so harshly that his nails pierce the skin of his palms, forcing himself to take a deep breath as his cock twitches inside of you. They'd brief him that there might be resistance, blood, since it'd be your first time. But seeing it was a different thing entirely.

Capturing your chin, he brings your eyes back to his twinkling violet irises, "Look at me. Everything's okay—I promise."

You gulp and nod, entire body tense with the strain of the pain. You trusted him. You'd give him all of you.

Caleb's cock pulses like a living breathing thing, with only one necessity to survive—you. Your wide-eyed trust drives him insane, coating your insides with his immeasurable arousal. He moans, "I-I need to move, baby—please. Hah…Can I?"

Your nose scrunches as he twitches, even the minuscule movement of his breathing making the ache sting to life.

"X-02, move, now."

The lights pulse erratically as Caleb's eyes glow with uncertainty, ignoring the intercom and instead looking to you for permission. Or forgiveness. Perhaps both.

With a deep breath you nod, "D-Do it. We h-have to."

Caleb growls, unhappy with your words—the insinuation this was entirely against both your wills. That perhaps he was the only one enjoying this.

But his body moves on its own accord. He falls onto his palms, hair falling and shadowing his eyes—hands on either side of your face.

"Ge?" you whisper, wincing when he pulls out an inch.

"Nnngh…l-let me make you feel good," he pleads, practically rambling as he slides that one inch back into you. He groans at the feeling—quickly becoming addicted to the sensation of your body wrapped around his. You choke on your words, biting deeply into your bottom lip to ease the sting from his thickness stretching you completely apart.

"Please, I need you to feel good too," he whispers desperately, withdrawing again—farther this time. It scares you, his desperation bordering on madness. Not giving you a chance to speak, he pushes his mouth to yours. You whine as his tongue eases your lips open, seeking yours out.

He pushes back into you, distracting you with his demanding kiss, moaning into your lips. You squeak, the feeling of his leaking tip pushing against the bottom of your stomach a sudden jolt of pain and…pleasure.

"Fuck—you just got tighter,"Caleb groans. His rhythm is sloppy, inexperienced, but somehow he still reaches your deepest and most sensitive parts. Even if he didn't know what to do, his sheer length and thickness was enough to have you moaning for him.

"W-Wait, ge—" you whimper, confused at the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of you. Your thighs ached, his body heavy against your spread legs, and it still stung where he connected with you. But the sensation was quickly burning away into something pleasurable, especially with Caleb's hooded eyes beholding you like you were the only thing in this entire world.

It made your stomach flutter with something terrifying. Similar to the feeling that'd been brewing when he had his lips on your clit, his teeth against your tits, when his tongue was in your mouth.

"Oh god," he rambles, his wet skin slapping against your thighs, "Y-You're so perfect. My perfect princess."

You practically purr at his praises. Bewilderingly, it seems to make it feel even better, "Nngh…gege…s-so big I can't…"

Caleb groans at your unknowing praises, feeling the tightness building in his balls again, reminding him of when he'd exploded against your fingers and tits. Everything you do, your mewls, your words, your tightness, all come together in an intoxicating cocktail designed to draw him irrevocably insane.

But he's determined not to cum again unless he can get you there with him.

"Sh-Shit…Y-You feel so good," he huffs desperately, "Nnngh—fuck—!"

With one hand, he gathers your ankles into his hands. His thick muscles strain as he lifts you, your ass coming off the bed. He puts both your calves against his shoulder, his cheek pressed against them, all while supporting your lower back.

"O-Oh!" you squeak as the air is compressed out of your lungs, the angle making him reach farther than before.

"W-Wait—hic," your cheeks burn as you hiccup, tears still pooling at your neck, "S'deeper now—t-too deep!"

"X-02, bring A-01 to climax. Now."

Caleb snarls with annoyance. How was he expected to just do that, on command? He'd never done this before.

You can just vaguely register the order, your nails digging into the leather material of the bed. The pleasure is almost as overwhelming as the pain, and it made you sob uncontrollably, "W-Why are they—hah—doing this to us? W-Why do they make us do these things?"

Caleb's throat tightens. He bends down, pushing your thighs deep into your chest, kissing your face desperately. He licks up your tears, catching them as they fall.

"Don't cry," he pleads, nuzzling your cheek with his face. His rhythm is messy as he draws closer to cumming, fueled by the thought of repeating what'd happened earlier—only this time, inside you.

"Please don't cry, princess. I'm sorry, I-I'll make it better," he promises, though his movements don't stop. Even the immense guilt isn't enough to get him to stop indulging in your perfect body. His metal hand holds your face greedily, trying to mold your body to his.

You hiccup again, his cock seeming to reach up into your lungs, making it harder to breathe through the tears of pleasure.

"No—I-I…I like it," you admit breathlessly. Caleb's entire body tenses at that, his eyes shadowing. Of course, up until this point, it was clear your body responded to him. The proof was in your pretty little mewls, your drenched thighs, your love-struck eyes.

But to hear the verbal confirmation was an entirely different story.

Your eyes widen as Caleb's pace picks up considerably, his animalistic fervor increasing tenfold.

"You do?" he growls, "Y-You like my cock inside you?" Your heart skips a beat at his provocative lewd words, and you nod eagerly.

"Nnngh—no. Say it. Say it for me. Please."

At a particularly poignant thrust, his cock reaching into your diaphragm, you squeal—submitting to his every demand as your body responds eagerly to him, "Y-Yes—! I like your cock in me, Caleb!"

His cock throbs at that, unable to think straight as all his blood reallocates south, "G-God, you're so good for me baby."

There was that little nickname again. You didn't know what it meant but it drove you insane.

"You think you can cum?" he coos roughly, "Can you be a good girl and cum for me?"

You find yourself nodding instinctively, even when you don't really understand what he's asking for. But your body seemed to crave exactly what he was demanding.

"Nnngh—! I-I think so," you gasp, feeling like your abdomen might explode. The feeling scares you, not knowing what would come out when it burst. Caleb groans, throwing his head back, exposing his bobbing Adam's apple to your hooded gaze.

"Hah—Wait princess, not so tight," his eyes roll back, letting out a pleasured string of expletives—voice rough with passion.

"I-I can't—" All you can do is choke and sob as you feel your body unravel, unable to control any part of yourself—not your words, your muscles, or your thunderous heart.

Caleb kisses your ankle, still propped against this chest. He trails a wet path down your foot to your calves, worshiping your body.

"Fuck—!" Caleb cries as your walls strangle him, becoming tighter than before, "Uunngh…just like that baby—f-fuck I can feel you."

You wail his name repeatedly, forgetting that you weren't supposed to call him by his name. You don't hear the intercom blare, too far gone in the depths of your first orgasm.

"X-02 pull out. Under no circumstance are you to finish inside of A-01."

Caleb hears the orders loud as day, but he says nothing, instead continuing to lick a path down your calves—repositioning your body so that he can kiss you as you finally explode against him.

As your pussy constricts against him, you hiccup frantically, "O-Oh god, I-I—"

He cuts you off, swallowing your screams and scooping your body into his arms, pounding into you with reckless abandon. His mouth slots over yours, tongue parting your receptive lips and reclaiming parts of you that he deemed his. One of your hands finds his thick shoulders while the other desperately grabs hold of his mechanical arm, fingers digging into the unforgiving metal.

Caleb's rips his mouth away with a strangled gasp as he feels the sting of your hand wrapping around his robotic arm, the first sensation he'd felt there in years.

That sensation makes his cock lurch inside your throbbing pussy, his arms wrapping tightly and possessively around you. You mewl, stuttering through your climax.

"C-Caleb," you gasp, "F-Feels good…nnnghh…please don't stop." You groan as you feel how wet the space between your bodies is, coated in whatever you'd released as you reached your peak. His never ending thrusts makes your cunt quiver as the pleasure starts ebbing into a sharp sting.

"Never," he growls, "Fuck baby—hah—I-I want to cum inside you."

"X-02! Pull out, now."

Caleb snarls venomously, disregarding the order blatantly. Your eyes widen as you finally hear it. The idea of him pulling out of you right now, while your body sucked him in—begging him to prolong the pleasure, made your mouth taste bitter.

"Mmmngh…Caleb," you moan, "Please…I d-don't want you to pull out."

Caleb's eyes widen at that, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip, "Sh-Shit—yeah? You want me to fill you up, princess? Stuff you with my cum?"

The words spill out of Caleb's lips, surprising even himself with how filthily feral they are.

"Absolutely not. Do not cum inside her. Pull out, X-02. Now!"

The obvious sound of people panicking in the background can be heard through the intercom, as the researchers realize X-02 has no intention of listening to them, not anymore.

"Mnnngh—gege," you whimper, trying to regain his attention—able to think a bit more clearly now, "I-I want you. W-What you did earlier. Inside me."

Caleb's eyes snaps to yours from the intercom, cursing at your words—at the way your body wrings against him. The air around you becomes thin, making it hard to breathe, the lights flickering wildly. You vaguely hear hospital machinery clattering as they topple, chaos seeming to erupt as Caleb's eyes narrow at you. Sweat drips down his brow as he huffs, clearly close to his own undoing.

"Fuck. Do you know what you're asking?" he demands, fingers tightly gripping your hips, "Nnngh—D-Do you know how bad I want to fill you? Y-You can't take it back."

Honestly you didn't know exactly what you were asking, but you knew you wanted it.

"Unngh…w-want it," you plead, "P-Please. Please."

He groans at that, knees buckling—weight baring down on you as it finally hits him.

You were designed to be his undoing. His ultimate weakness. The only thing in this world with the power to destroy him. Just like now.

"R-Ready princess? Hah…You're gonna take it all, aren't you? Like a good girl?"

You whine and nod, feeling his cock head nuzzling against your tummy, threatening to make you implode. You claw at his back, feeling another tsunami of pleasure about to crash violently into you—this time more intense.

He clearly hears the sounds of frantic voices nearing the door of the room you're in. It only makes him hammer faster, harder. As the door whooshes open, Caleb wraps himself possessively around you, unwilling to let anyone near you, to see you, in this state.

"Don't come near her, I swear to fucking—" he snarls, his rhythm faltering but not stopping, choking as your climax forces you tighter. Even vaguely aware that there's people mere feet away from you, you feel yourself coming apart again.

"X-02! Get off of her!"

At the sound of shuffling feet, Caleb's fist clenches against the metal railing of the exam bed. You wince as you feel it come apart—the sheer force of his grip enough to yank it easily off the body of the bed. You hear it crash, unable to see exactly what's happening as Caleb covers you. You assume he'd flung it at whoever was at the door—screams and gasps filling the air.

"Don't. Don't touch her. I will kill you," he bites out, trying to stave off his orgasm, even as his body continues to slap into yours. The pure hatred in his eyes petrifies you. You know you should care about what's happening around you, but all you can do is gently cup his face, bringing it back to yours.

His entire face softens, his rhythm slowing fractionally to a passionate languid pace—every thrust intentional and deep. The blissful look of submission of your face sends him over the edge, and he feels his cock absolutely erupt inside of you.

"Fuck—I-I'm cumming, princess," he warns with a strangled groan, kissing the corner of your lips, "You'll take it right? Haah—all of it?"

"N-No we can't possibly let him…"

"Absolutely not. We don't even know if A-01 is fertile or not. We can't risk it…"

"Well someone stop him then. Get the sensory injector."

Caleb snaps at that—the idea of them taking you from him, of hurting you. You gasp as you feel Caleb's energy surge and your own energy naturally trying to attune itself to him—but your powers suppressed by the dampeners.

The air is filled with the ear-splitting sound of metal collapsing into itself, walls crumbling, people screaming, of Caleb groaning your name as he cums—you're so overstimulated that your second orgasm completely overwhelms you. Even if the room wasn't covered in Destructuo energy dampeners, you don't think you would have been capable of doing anything other than raking your fingers through his skin, crying his name as you took everything.

You're almost in complete darkness as all the lights shatter. Debris falls, but gravity seems to shift, causing it to fall everywhere but atop of you.

"Caleb—!"

He groans as you scream his name, your eagerness amplifying the depth of his orgasm—completely lost in the feeling of finishing inside you.

"C-Christ, y-you're perfect," he growls, arms wrapping around you like you were a rag doll, rutting into you like a rabid animal. As if he hadn't just blasted a damn hole into the underground compound of the Othman Research Bureau, without even lifting a finger. All while fucking your brains out.

"My cum belongs inside you," he snarls, rhythm sloppy as he fucks his release deeper. His entire body spasms, rope after rope painting your walls white, "Don't let it out, okay baby?"

His filthily sweet words completely distract you from the crumbling room around you. He buries his face into your neck, suckling your pulse as he rides the violent waves of his climax. Your head moves to the side to give him better access, and through your hooded eyes you can make out the utter destruction that seems to have ensued at hands of Caleb's temper—his protectiveness.

The steel door is completely caved into itself, barring anyone from entering. But you're unsure if there's even anyone on the outside of the crushed mess of metal. You don't hear any voices anymore, nor any screams. Just the faint blare of alarms sounding all across the compound—the sound sealed off from your little bubble.

Caleb roughly grabs your chin, forcing your eyes back to him.

"Look at me," he demands, "Hah…N-Need to see you."

You moan at the feeling of something thick and hot flooding your womb, making your belly feel swollen. Your orgasm wanes quickly, your body sensitive and overstimulated to the point of pain.

Caleb's movements slow, though they don't stop—even as his muscles quiver with painful overstimulation, begging him for mercy.

"Caleb," you whine, fingers trembling as you grab hold of his face, "No more. Unnngh…It-It hurts."

His jaw tightens, knowing he has to stop. His hips stutter to a halt, but he doesn't pull out. He rolls you onto your side, his cock still nestled deep inside of your sore walls.

"I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to hurt you," he kisses your temple, burying his face into the top of your hair, taking deep breaths of your scent.

You mumble happily into his chest, enjoying the warmth and safety of his arms—the sting fading away into the background. He strokes your spine with his fingertips, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms and whispering sweet words into your ear.

"We have to go soon," he whispers into your hair.

"Go? Go where?" your eyes flutter with fatigue, fighting to understand him.

He pulls back, facing you again. His face shines with sweat, cheeks pink, and lips swollen.

"Our final escape, remember?"

Your heart beats excitedly at that, but you whine, "I don't want to move. You're so warm." You'd never felt warmth like this before, never felt anything as soft as his bare skin against yours.

Caleb chuckles, the sound deep and velvety, "If I could, I'd stay inside of you forever."

You shudder at that thought, which makes Caleb's eyes darken with renewed interest. But he clears his throat, carefully pulling out of you.

You whimper as he slips out, leaving you with only an aching emptiness. Caleb is silent, mesmerized by the sight between your legs. Thick pools of white dribble out of your perfect swollen lips, mixing with the streaks of faint red on your soft inner thighs. At his heated stare, your legs instinctively shut in embarrassment, wincing at the soreness.

You watch with wide eyes when his cock hardens again, smearing his stomach with moisture as it stands erect against his naval. Coming closer, he presses against you, his erection now firmly nestled between both your bodies. He grins at your doe wide eyes, lifting your chin upward so he can see you fully.

"Don't worry, beautiful. Not right now."

"O-Oh. Good," you giggle sheepishly, finding a sense of relief and, strangely enough, disappointment.

He moves your hair to the side, exposing your neck. Your breath catches as he leans down, gently kissing your pulse. His fingers move to your nape, finding that same button from before.

You wince as you feel your exoskeleton activating, wrapping your body in cold metal once more. Caleb smirks as he watches you squirm, knowing that you're leaking his seed into the bodice of your suit. He forces himself to look away, knowing his erection will never go down if he keeps looking at you.

You survey the damage around the room as you wait for Caleb to collect himself and reactivate his own suit. Your eyes find a puddle of dark liquid pooling in from where the door once stood, now a mangled mess of steel.

You can't find it in yourself to feel any remorse.

Looking down at your fingers, you can still feel your energy being suppressed. The energy dampeners must've been built underground, still intact and fully functioning.

Then it strikes you.

"Caleb, how come your powers work but mine don't?"

Caleb reaches behind his neck, his exoskeleton activating. He reaches his hand out to intertwine your fingers with his.

"The dampeners were designed for you, princess. Not me. As far as they were concerned, the only thing my energy was good for was repairing you."

You hum thoughtfully, letting him lead you to the crumbling hunk of rubble. The energy around him thrums to life as begins to manipulate gravity and create an opening for you to crawl through.

"Ready to go home?"

You nod, your heart skipping at that. At the prospect of home.

You sigh happily as he loops his arm around your waist, kissing the top of your head.

As the two of you escape once more, you find yourself wondering about Caleb—about your gege.

If Caleb had been capable of this level of destruction all this time, of stopping them without so much as lifting a finger, why hadn't he just done that from the beginning?

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