#deviant connor

𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗶𝘁, 𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗻

𝟬𝟲 𝗱𝗲𝗰 𝟮𝟬𝟯𝟴, 𝟬𝟳:𝟰𝟮 𝗽𝗺

The artificial lights of buildings and huge billboards cover the horizon, visible from the penthouse balcony, high enough to see the entire city. It has been almost a month since the androids fought to assert their rights. They fought with peace and with brutality alike, to free their people from ever living another second in slavery. Humans will never learn from their mistakes. Even though these machines were their own creation, they didn't hesitate to turn them into their servants. History repeats itself over and over again, and it will always do.

When you joined the police force, you swore to fight against injustice. You climbed the ranks so that you would have enough power to make an impact. Your hard work paid off: you became a respected lieutenant in record time, and it was up to you to undertake the colossal task of stopping the deviant epidemic. The machines finally rose up, making this mission nearly impossible.

Now that the battle for Detroit is over, you'll probably be reassigned. Where to? Only time will tell. With that thought in mind, you crush out your cigarette before returning to the warmth of your living room, your third glass of Chardonnay in hand. You don't really know why, but absolutely all of the recent events are running through your head on a continuous loop. You had always hated androids; you simply never understood them and had never tried to. Locked into a routine that reassured you, it was difficult for you to evolve with the changing times. You have just entered your 30s, but in your heart, you could sometimes feel that you had the soul of a 65-year-old woman, a little too overwhelmed by modern technology.

The building intercom bell buzzes, pulling you out of your thoughts. You rarely get visitors, and even less so after sunset. When the camera displays the image, you recognize the silhouette all too well. Connor, the android sent by Cyberlife to assist you in your mission. Without really knowing why, a gentle smile forms on the corner of your lips. If there is one reason you appreciate androids today and why you've come to accept them, even feel a certain affection for them, it is mostly because of him.

Very shortly, your partner is standing behind your front door. Still holding your glass of white wine, you welcome him, curious to know what brings him here at such a late hour.

〝Connor.〞

〝Sorry to bother you at this time, Lieutenant.〞

His voice is calm, composed, almost formal, his posture as stoic as ever; it is difficult for him to behave differently from the way he has been programmed to.

〝May I come in?〞

With a nod of your head, stepping aside, you invite him in, before closing the door.

〝I'm supposed to go back to Cyberlife tomorrow, now that our investigation is over. I need to give them a detailed report on the last few weeks, and I haven't seen you all day, so I took the liberty of coming to your place.〞

With the flood of thoughts that had been running through your mind for days, you hadn't even realized how quickly time had passed. It was true that you had naturally detached yourself from everything in these past few weeks, almost ignoring your colleagues, your partner, and especially the post-mission administrative work. All you cared about right now was decompressing and shutting down, so you could better process the recent events. Events that had shaken your perception of the world, of yourself, and even of the people around you, far more than you could have imagined. You take a seat at the dining room table and invite Connor to do the same.

〝Yes, of course. Sorry, I've been pretty busy these past few days.〞

Connor sits down facing you, his eyebrows slightly frowning, his gaze shifting from your wine glass to your face, which is slightly flushed from the amount of alcohol currently in your system. You knew Connor was scanning the room; you recognized the facial expression of the android, one of whose main purposes in life is to understand his environment in order to better analyze crime scenes. Here, the goal is quite different. He too had gotten to know you over time, and he was able to discern your moods, or most of them.

〝Busy or preoccupied?〞

You don't answer, you just stare at him, your eyes slightly watery from the tingling sensation of both fatigue and slight inebriation.

〝How many drinks have you had, Lieutenant?〞

His tone was not incriminating, but rather concerned. Connor had an unfortunate tendency to try to figure everything out, to analyze and understand every detail, a trait that could be both appealing and irritating depending on the situation. A slight smile stretched your lips, your chest leaning slightly over the dining room table, as if you were trying to share a secret to your (now ex-)partner.

〝Sufficiently.〞

The sound of your voice becomes more discreet, almost like a whisper, while your gaze remains fixed on the android. You finally sit up straight, the alcohol gradually beginning to pound in your cranium. You weren't really used to drinking. Just a drink now and then, for a special occasion, but here, the urge to let go was far too tempting. You weren't drunk, just had enough alcohol in your body to relax.

Connor keeps his eyes on you, scanning every detail of the apartment at the same time: the open bottle of french wine on the coffee table in the living room, your cat curled up peacefully in its bed, probably taking its fifth evening nap. Nothing seemed unusual or worrying to him, which only made him more curious.

〝Do you usually drink alone, or is this a rare occasion?〞

〝You ask a lot of questions.〞

With that, your glass of white wine naturally returns to your lips, the golden liquid sliding down your throat, burning it slightly, but deliciously.

〝Your job is done, no need to turn my apartment into an interrogation room.〞

This remark makes him smile. He has learned to understand your humor, a mixture of teasing, sometimes sarcasm, always direct but never threatening. He has also come to the conclusion that only a privileged few are allowed to see this side of your personality, and he is obviously one of them.

〝As for the report...〞

A flood of words pours out of your partner's mouth, and quite honestly, you don't pay a shred of attention. You have neither the mental capacity nor the energy to swallow technical terms and what you consider to be useless paperwork. You just sit there and stare.

You never really understood why Cyberlife had invested so much effort in creating such a physically appealing prototype, unless they had underestimated the impact this android might have on people. Every feature, every expression on his face, his presence, his gentleness... You were easily and rapidly charmed by Connor, even though it was difficult for you to admit it at first. Something about him draws you in like a magnet, without you really being able to explain it. So you just watch him. Every movement, every expression, every detail: the hands, the lips, the deep brown eyes that make his gaze irresistible. You even catch yourself biting your lips as your mind begins to wander. His words are nothing more than muffled, inaudible sounds, as unmentionable scenarios gradually begin to invade your mind, cutting you off from reality.

〝Lieutenant.〞

Unfortunately, nothing escapes Connor. He quickly realizes that you are not paying the slightest attention to his explanations, and the snap of his fingers a few inches from your face quickly brings you back down to earth. With glassy eyes, you turn your attention back to the android, back to reality, as if you had just woken up from a long nap.

〝Are you okay?〞

Once again, a polite and concerned tone was used, with the aim of understanding rather than accusing.

You pause, a soft smile upon your lips, before slowly rising from your chair, casually walking around the table, taking your glass in hands. With your arms crossed, you now let your body roam aimlessly around the dining room, your precious wine carefully tucked against your chest. Connor watches you curiously as you finally speak again.

〝I don't really feel like talking about work right now.〞

You continue your little walk, strolling around in your casual outfit, a simple loose-fitting t-shirt and shorts that are probably much too cropped for most people, but you're not the type to be intimidated by that kind of detail. The cold floor beneath your bare feet felt good, helping to regulate your body temperature, which was steadily rising, probably a combination of alcohol and the sudden, intimate emotions that had transported your mind to another dimension. Connor's voice breaks the silence.

〝So, what do you want to talk about?〞

〝You.〞

It took less than five seconds for those words to come out of your mouth. Yes, you wanted to know more about Connor, and you felt like it was now or never. This abrupt interest in him surprised the android, who followed your every move without taking his eyes off you, while you continued to walk around the room in a random path.

〝Go ahead, what would you like to know?〞

〝Hmm.〞

Still walking, occasionally looking at the ceiling, occasionally at the floor, you carefully considered your questions, as if you only had a limited number of attempts before your chance would be gone forever.

〝Have you ever felt inexplicable, even unspeakable feelings? Have you ever tried to censor things to your own program?〞

Connor seems confused by this question, his LED glowing bright yellow as he tries to analyze every word.

〝I don't quite understand your question.〞

A slight smile appears on your lips as your attention turns back to Connor, whose slightly lost expression is irresistible. You put your wine glass back on the table and walk over to the android, who is still sitting on one of the chairs in your dining room.

〝I don't know if you've noticed, but the human brain is truly fascinating. Sometimes we desire something intensely, yet our own programming can prevent us from fulfilling certain needs, because it thinks we might be crossing lines or going against our values.〞

Each of your words brings you a little closer to Connor, to the point where you are walking behind him, brushing against his shoulders.

〝So it suppresses these emotions, these desires, as if they had never existed, locking these thoughts and feelings in a sealed drawer, kept tightly closed forever.〞

〝That's how most deviants feel.〞

His response is direct, almost dry, as he rises from the chair and steps closer, only a few inches left between you. It's hard to say why, but a subtle tension starts to take shape in the space you share, as if Connor had directly caught the key point of your all-too-enigmatic monologue. Never one for beating around the bush, you now find yourself weighing the impact of each word, letting them evaporate into the air. But Connor was far from stupid; he knew exactly what kind of emotions or thoughts you were referring to. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room takes on a different dimension: it is heavier, more intense, more... intimate?

〝You have already shown some symptoms of deviancy, haven't you?〞

〝That is still the case, Lieutenant.〞

His response is immediate, as the android, a head taller than you, takes another step forward, his arms carefully crossed behind his back as usual: prestance. There were no words to describe the aura Connor exuded at that moment, so intense that it slightly unsettled you. However, your gaze did not leave his, his eyes seeming darker, his glance had deepened, intensified. Your heart rate gradually quickens, and you can be sure that Connor has already picked up on this. You also take a step forward, getting as close as possible to the android, your head held high so that you don't break eye contact.

〝So, are you going to answer my question?〞

〝I don't really know what you expect from me.〞

Like a lion waiting for the right moment to lunge at its prey, your hand rests flat on Connor's chest, applying steady pressure, explicitly urging him to sit back down on the chair he had just left. Without wasting a moment, your legs move to each side of his, seating yourself comfortably on his thighs. Judging by the expression on your partner's face, he had been waiting for this moment for quite some time.

〝Give me the key to that damn drawer.〞

You whispered your request into his ear. Briefly, the android's LED changes from cyan blue to bright yellow, before gradually returning to its original color, proof that the information has been correctly registered, and Connor naturally follows your request.

Hesitant at first, he closes his eyes and takes a first bite of your lips, tasting them delicately, as if he was afraid of hurting you or doing something wrong. Even though intimate relationships were not alien to him, this was the first time he had actually experienced one; in his system, everything was just theory and observation. That's why you decide to take charge, regaining control of the kiss, turning it into something more intense, deeper, more passionate.

You had imagined this scene more often than you would care to admit. You had always been curious about his taste, curious about his texture, curious about everything about him. You were astonishingly and pleasantly surprised to find out that nothing really differed from a human being, and this made your hunger even stronger, as if Pandora's box had just been opened. You let yourself sink into this kiss, which intensified with every passing second, letting your breath fall on his face in long sighs, his cheek cupped in one of your hands.

You could feel Connor easing up, even letting go, as if his program was recording every new sensation, every movement, every feeling in real time, so he could better exploit them. He was consumed with curiosity, judging by his hands, which began to climb up your thighs to your buttocks, briefly exposed by your shorts. It was only natural that you would respond to his touch, as if you were responding to a primal urge, your pelvis moving forward, just to feel him better between your thighs.

One detail, however, made you open your eyes again, leaving his lips for a few seconds to process the information, and it was beyond anything you could have imagined. A smile that, despite itself, revealed a certain appetite, your attention turned back to Connor.

〝No way, they really have it all figured out.〞

Your words were meant to be sarcastic, but knowing that your potential sexual partner had functional and responsive genitals exceeded all your expectations. Connor understood exactly what you were hinting at, and he could feel his erection growing as desire rose within him, which made him grin, pleased to see the satisfaction in your eyes.

〝Yes. Cyberlife wanted me to be able to understand absolutely every type of crime, including sexual ones, and it's easier to analyze and understand something that you yourself are capable o-〞

〝Shut the fuck up, Connor.〞

You had carefully cut short his explanations, not out of rudeness but mainly because lust had taken hold of you. Before Connor even had time to respond, you had already pulled him into another kiss, much more passionate this time, much more feral, perfectly in tune with your current feelings. Amused by your impatience, he too resumed his previous activities. Your hands worked on his shoulders to remove his jacket, while his returned to take possession of your body, seeking every inch of skin he could touch, feel, and reach. With a quick movement, you grabbed his tie, as if to prevent him from leaving, pulling it slightly to feel his lips against yours even more, as if that was still possible. Your hips rolled carefully against his, rubbing your crotches together in a craving for sensory stimulation. For the first time, a long sigh escaped Connor's lips, so sweet to your ears, so pleasant in your mouth.

You then proceed to remove his tie, letting it fall to the floor, accompanying his jacket. In the process, you undo the first four or five buttons of his shirt, letting your hands run over his chest, pulling the fabric aside to expose his synthetic skin, ready to receive all the attention of your mouth, which rushes to cover it with a myriad of kisses. With his eyes still closed, Connor lets himself succumb to your tender care, enjoying the new sensations he is discovering.

Very quickly, the chair begins to feel uncomfortable, at least for you. You break free from the android's embrace to stand up straight, and as you do so, you can see an expression of surprise and annoyance on his face, but you take the time to observe him. His shirt half open, his usually well-groomed hair slightly messed up, and the clearly visible erection distorting his usually stiff pants. This is an image you won't easily forget.

〝There was absolutely no reason for them to provide us with such a sexy design.〞

The words had crossed the barrier of your thoughts, but that didn't stop Connor from smiling mischievously. A compliment is still a compliment, machine or not. Quickly, you grabbed his hand, arousing your partner's curiosity, who followed you without protest. Without having to take many steps, you led him into your bedroom, not even bothering to close the door behind you. Your mutual excitement began to reach its peak. With no time to waste, you sat down on your bed, slowly sliding back along the mattress, pulling Connor with you. His lips pressed harder against yours, trapping your body beneath his at the process.

Quickly, you take off his shirt, mimicking your movements and rhythm, he takes off yours, revealing the sports bra you were wearing. From there, everything happens in quick succession: your shorts also end up disappearing, as well as his jeans and useless piece of clothing, leaving you both in your underwear. The heat had already taken over the room, your mutual sighs singing through your kisses, the rustling of the sheets adding to the tempo. You had trapped Connor between your thighs, moving your hips in a steady motion so that you could always feel him against you, stimulating you at the same time. But you needed more, the fire burning inside you was like a volcano ready to explode, you needed to feel him more against you, to feel him more inside you. Judging by the tightness of his underwear, he needed it just as much.

In one swift motion, then another, you free your genitals from their fabric prison. Carefully inspecting Connor, you notice that his eyes are filled with lust, greed, desire. Complete opposite of the Connor you knew, the one with the gentle look and soothing face. Your hand grips his neck firmly, your eyes diving into his, sharing the same excitement, the same hunger, the same desire. His LED glows in the darkness of the room, turning red for half a second in response to your gesture before returning to its original blue color. Your thighs spread wider, giving him all the space he needs to curl up between them, his cock hardening instantly upon contact with yours.

〝Fuck me, Connor.〞

A radiant smile graces his gentle face before he leans closer to you.

〝At your command, Lieutenant.〞

The sound of his voice, like a whisper, the nonchalant and somewhat provocative tone he used, sent an electric shock through your spine before he filled you with his entire length, drawing a long sigh of ecstasy from you. That feeling of finally getting what you wanted, after all those nights imagining it, dreaming about it, was like tasting a guilty pleasure that had been repressed for years.

Connor didn't need to be asked twice, starting slow hip movements, fighting back his sounds, still trying to get used to these new feelings. Cyberlife might have given him genitals, but it wasn't like he was used to using them, or even thought about them before these last few days. He suddenly felt your legs tighten around his hips, yours following his movements in perfect harmony. His LED flashed randomly from one state to another, a sign of recurring instability in his system due to the thrilling sensations overwhelming him. These were tactile and audible, from the sounds you were making, unlike him, without any restraint. It felt good, it felt exquisite, and you desperately wanted him to know it.

Your body arches with delight, pulling the android's body closer to yours. You wanted to feel him, no matter how: inside or outside. As Connor's thrusts increase in intensity, your voice echoes in the darkness of your room, allowing you to completely surrender to the pleasure he is giving you. Your hands eventually return above your head, reaching for your pillow to give you something to hold on to, your back arching even further as it rubs against the fabric of the mattress. Connor takes the opportunity to sit up, holding your hips with his firm hands, seeking to go a little further with each thrust. His eyes never leave you, observing every shape, every curve, every part of your body, enjoying the view in front of him, adding a little more to his enjoyment. Following your example, he begins to let himself indulge more in this sensual act, and the sound of his voice is like a gentle caress to your ears. His name reverberates repeatedly within the walls of the room, prompting him to increase the pace of his thrusts, returning to lie down against you, his sighs and sounds delivered directly into your ear.

In a desperate move, your arms and legs take hold of his body again as your orgasm draws closer. Between gasps and moans, you beg the android not to stop. You ask for more, again and again, until you reach the point of no return. Your fingers dig into his back, your whimpers muffled in his neck, your body stiffening for a moment as Connor slows his movements. The analysis of your heart rate, the explosive release of endorphins, and your uncontrolled spasms with each movement clearly show that the mission has been accomplished.

Connor supports you while you regain your senses, then slowly straightens up and releases you, letting himself fall down beside you. Panting, one of your forearms resting on your forehead, you stare at the ceiling, gradually coming back down to earth, before giggling stupidly.

〝Cyberlife's most advanced prototype, huh?〞

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Connor nervously fidgeted across from Hank at the Detroit Police Department. A new case had just come in, and the pair needed you to be there, but it was your day off. Connor felt so guilty about calling you in when you were probably relaxing at home, curled up under a blanket. Plus, he didn't want you driving in the rain. The least he could do was call a taxi for you, but...

"Connor, have you called her yet? We need to get going. Or can you just have her meet us there?" Hank asked impatiently.

"I'm trying, Hank," Connor whined. "She won't pick up."

"Then leave a fuckin' voice mail! Damned thing probably wants nothing to do with us right now."

Connor clenched his jaw and looked down, calling you once again via his internal software. The minutes ticked by, and still no answer, so he left a voicemail that said, "y/n, I know it's your day off, but Hank and I need you in today. I don't know if you've seen the news, but there was a shooting at Capitol Park. Only two fatalities have been reported, but there were at least twenty injured and seven in critical condition. The suspect is nowhere to be found. Please call me back when you get the chance."

And you still didn't respond.

"Connor, we can't wait here any longer. We need to go. If she doesn't want to come, she can take it up with Fowler," Hank stated, roughly sliding his chair away from his desk.

"Wait, Lieutenant, please, I can fix this. Let me go to her apartment. It's only a few minutes away. I'll check on her, and we'll meet you there."

You received another text message from Connor that read, 'I don't know why you won't respond to me, but I am very worried. I'm coming over right now.'

Hank groaned, slipping on his trench coat. "Fine, Connor. But don't take too long, okay?"

"Got it," he replied, rising from his seat and pushing in his chair.

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Connor took a taxi to your modest apartment complex and jogged to the door, garnering the attention of a few curious individuals in the lobby. Why a detective android was there, they didn't know. But it didn't matter to Connor. Once he set foot into the structure, he instantly scanned the halls and found the quickest route to your room. The elevator closest to your side of the building was undergoing maintenance, so he redirected himself and took the other elevator opposite to his destination. It was a minor setback, but he would still find your room and finally learn why you had been ignoring him.

The slim elevator opened instantly, allowing Connor inside along with another android. Both of them stood rigidly in the confined space, not once looking at each other.

"You're a prototype," the android who carried bags of groceries in his hands said.

Caught off guard, Connor glanced at him, prepared to speak, but nothing immediately came to mind. It certainly was odd that the other android chose to address him, but being a deviant himself, he could spot others like him from a mile away.

"I am a prototype," Connor responded. "RK800, specifically designed to assist law enforcement."

The deviant turned to him, his demeanor rather humanlike. "Why is an android designed for assisting law enforcement in here with no other colleagues?"

Rather uncomfortable, Connor chose not to respond. The number on the screen beside the buttons increased rapidly and soon stopped at the seventh floor. Just in time, he thought. The door slid open, and Connor rushed out, his black boots faintly clacking against the floor.

'I'm almost there,' Connor texted you, having no need to use a phone.

With every step he took, he felt an unfamiliar dread overcome him. Since deviating, emotions often overwhelmed Connor. It was as if he were a hormonal teenager. For instance, he could be moody one moment, then perfectly fine the next, then prepared to smack sense into Hank. But of course, he never let it show too much. After all, if Fowler found out he was a deviant who hunted deviants, well...

Eventually, Connor found himself just outside your room. The digital lock was easy for him to bypass, and when the lock clicked, he silently pushed the door open. Scanning the room, he found your belongings neatly stored. It was as if you weren't even home. Your bag remained on the dining room chair, just beside your identification card. A few dishes sat on the drying rack, having been recently washed—apparent by the small water droplets clinging to their surfaces. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so Connor stepped further into the apartment. Your phone was on the counter, completely untouched. Once he tapped the screen, he saw all of his missed phonecalls and messages. So he called your phone again, and, sure enough, the device didn't ring or vibrate. Feeling a little frustrated, he rounded the corner of the counter and continued to the hall, having given the empty living room a brief glance.

Something Connor found curious was the rather wet noises emanating from your bedroom. Not thinking much of it, he placed a hand on the doorframe and stepped into the doorway. There you were, completely bare, legs spread wide, as you fucked your tight hole with your biggest dildo. Connor was shocked, and just like a human would, he involuntarily gasped. The noise caught your attention, and your eyes shot to the door where you saw your colleague.

"Oh, fuck, Connor!" you exclaimed, heart pounding in your chest.

"y/n, I'm so sorry for barging in," he stuttered, looking away embarrased as you covered yourself with a blanket, the dildo still buried deep inside of you.

"Why the fuck are you here? Why didn't you knock?"

"I've been trying to get ahold of you for a while, y/n!" he defended. "I have been calling you and texting you nonstop, and yet you never once responded!"

"My phone was on silent, Connor!" you said, still shaken by his sudden appearance.

"I saw that," he said softer, still looking down. "Well, there's..." he trailed off, feeling incredibly guilty to drag you away to a crime scene when you were in the middle of fucking yourself raw. "There's been an incident, but I—"

"Okay, okay, I get it," you said, straightening up and wincing as the dildo reached deeper inside of you.

"I'm sorry to have interrupted," Connor said, evidently feeling guilty. "I don't wish for you to stop—I mean, I don't mean for it to come out that way—"

"Please just knock next time," you said, your body relaxing a bit further against your bed.

"Yes, I understand. I apologize. I was just worried, seeing as you didn't respond once."

Neither of you spoke for a moment, and the dildo made you wince again, which didn't fail to gather Connor's attention.

"Umm," he began. "How close were you?"

That question sent heat straight to your core, and you managed to say, "Not close at all. I was just..."

"I understand." Connor finally lifted his head to meet your gaze, and he said, "Well, we need to meet Hank at the scene."

You nodded, waiting for him to go on.

"May I... help you?"

Your entire body turned to jelly as he asked such a simple question, but you were unable to resist the android's advances. He'd captivated you for months with how human he always seemed. Without further hesitation, you carefully uncovered your body and leaned back, spreading your legs expectantly. The dildo was absolutely covered in your juices, and Connor could see how they had coated every inch of the toy with a white film. Human bodies were so interesting to him...

"How long have you been..."

"Like twenty minutes," you said. "But my arms are getting tired."

"I bet," Connor cooed, carefully stalking closer to you. "Your body managed to produce lots of discharge. It's very fascinating. I can see that you were being rather rough with yourself..."

"Mmh, yeah," you whispered, watching as he wrapped his synthetic hand around the base and slowly pulled it out until only the tip settled inside of you. You would never grow tired of the way it dragged against your insides, but with Connor's help...

"Do I have your consent to use this on you?" he asked, his pretty brown eyes searching yours. You nodded eagerly, but he said, "I need to hear it. Yes, or no?"

"Yes, Connor, yes!" you said a bit too excitedly.

"Just tell me if I hurt you, okay?" he asked. "And... we need to be fast, so I will stimulate your clitoris... orally..."

You let out a little whine and bucked your hips, so Connor began a decent pace, his grip on the toy never faltering.

"Your vagina should already be very sensitive from these movements," he said more to himself than to you. "You need to be careful with the size you choose, however. A toy that's too big could damage your delicate walls."

The obscene squelching of your pussy brought a slight smile to Connor's lips, and he increased the pace, noticing how you arched your back.

"After our session, you should give your body a break for a few days. Going on for twenty minutes straight will make your hole rather sore."

Without a second thought, Connor dipped his head down to give your clit a little lick. His sensors immediately scanned the foreign juices on his tongue, and he hummed thoughtfully, leaning in for another taste.

"I can taste how bitter your fluids are," he said. "You have a very distinct taste that tells me a lot about your hormones and... even what you consume."

"Really?" you asked, watching him dip down for another taste as he thrusted the dildo deeper and deeper into your tight canal.

"Yes. I... know it may be a strange thing to say, but even if I couldn't identify the exact chemical composition of your fluids, I could pick yours out from any other female. Your taste is so distinct, and I—I..." he whimpered, swirling his tongue around your clit once. "I really like it. You taste so good."

Once he flicked his mechanical tongue over your swollen bud, you bucked your hips to meet his movements. Knowing you needed more, he made sure to stimulate your walls just near your cervix with every thrust. Connor knew exactly how to fulfil your every need, but it still wasn't enough...

You moaned softly, sliding your fingers through his smooth, dark hair. "Can you please touch my breasts?" you begged.

Without wasting a second, Connor's left hand shot out to roughly knead your skin. His long, nimble fingers found your peaked nipple, and he pinched hard enough to make you gasp. Knowing he had you right where he wanted you, he rolled your nipple between his fingers at a similar pace to the way he abused your needy clit. Connor's LED flickered between blue and yellow, indicating that he had received a message from Hank. But he was already too far gone to respond. Your pussy was his new obsession, he decided. Eating you out was like his sustenance, and he couldn't get enough.

Connor's mechanical arm thrust the toy particularly deep inside of you, and a raw, unbridled moan parted your lips. You were already so close to cumming, and Connor knew it.

"Don't stop," you begged, "Please keep going. I'm so close."

For some reason, seeing how enthusiastic you were made Connor equally as enthusiastic. So, he reciprocated every whine that you produced. His tongue precisely flicked your bud back and forth, the vibrations of his moans sending a shiver down your spine. Your hips rolled against his face, chasing more of how the dildo dragged against your soaked walls. Connor didn't stop once, and you finally found the position that made you utterly stupid. Your eyes focused on a random point on the ceiling, and Connor nearly felt bad for turning you into a dumb little slut, but at the same time, you were so pretty to him.

Moments later, your whole body tensed painfully, your back arched, and your thighs instinctively clamped around Connor's head.

"It's too much!" you cried, the pleasure totally overcoming you.

But Connor continued lapping away at your clit and fucking your sopping cunt. The orgasm felt as if it hit you twice, and each time, Connor pinched your nipple hard, wanting you to feel absolutely everything. Even when your body relaxed, he rode you through the sensations, not even caring that your needy hole had painted his hand with its slick.

"Connor, please," you begged, gripping the sheets beneath you.

But he continued on, still not satisfied with how much time he'd gotten with your sweet pussy. His LED flickered again, and he finally slowed down, giving your body a break. Connor slid the dildo from your cunt, creating a soft little pop. Then, he answered the call from Hank.

"Lieutenant," he said cooly, intently watching how your hole clenched and contracted around nothing. "Right. We're on our way right now. She wasn't feeling well, but I'm helping her out. She insists on coming," he said, his eyes briefly meeting yours, "to the crime scene."

The pair exchanged a few more words, and Connor ended the call. You'd already begun finding your clothes, but he stopped you.

"Wait," he murmured. "I... I'll help clean you up." And he ducked down again, sliding his tongue up and down the length of your slit to collect as much wetness as he could. Luckily for him, there was no shortage, but unluckily for you, your slutty hole would be seeping for hours and soaking through your panties. At least it gave Connor a little meal.

Finally, he pulled away, his lips a pretty red, all moist from your cunt.

"Hmm... Shall we go now?" he asked, giving you innocent puppy dog eyes as if he hadn't just been shoving a dildo in and out of you.

You rolled your eyes and quickly slid to the edge of your bed before wrapping your arms tightly around him. "I hate you," you muttered.

"Oh, I know. I love you, too," he teased, running his soft hand up and down your bare back.

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