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Gabriel disliked many things: loud music, uncouth behaviour, Demons, Sinners, the list is never-ending. Now he was looking at another addition to the list. Another very, very annoying addition. He and this new entry circled around each other, glaring daggers as they both bled onto the floor.
Gabriel panted heavily, blood dripped down his armor, coating the usually pristine white armor in a bright crimson, like thick paint on a blank canvas. The tips of his sword dragged across the floor, Justice and Splendor never burned so intensely in his grasp, aching the callouses he had acquired after millennia of fighting as if they were fresh abrasions. He stared at the machine, watching them glare back at him. How this small, dainty machine with weapons of old managed to beat him once and goad him enough to draw his swords he’ll never know, but the fact that it happened made his blood boil. Not to mention that this damned machine still managed to harm him. Him, the Judge of Hell, the Right Hand of God, bested once and barely sustained a stalemate between them. HIM! The Angel who has won every battle on grounds that had the pleasure of being stepped upon by him, now barely holding his own against this lesser-made machine that somehow managed to keep up with him. It infuriated him.
V1, the machine had a designation apparently, useless for Gabriel to acknowledge or remember, was a bit worse for wear but still stood their ground against him. Their body held deep gashes from Gabriel’s attacks, plating slashed as if attacked by a rabid animal, rubber gouged out and even a few wires from their chassis were visible. They were losing blood quicker than they were getting it, warnings of ‘Fuel Low’ flashed constantly behind their lens, a constant reminder that almost obscured their vision of a possible source right in front of them. Their internal fans whirred loudly to combat the growing heat from their overworked internal parts, processor working overdrive just to keep up with the enraged Angel. If they had lungs their breath would be incredibly laboured and ragged with a disgusting wheeze that made it sound like they would drop at any moment. But they can’t drop. No, they need to progress, get deeper into Hell. This was what they wanted to think but after encountering him again, they could only feel a deep, guttural need to defeat him once more. He was faster, more relentless, and so fucking annoying. V1 was not meant to feel emotions and yet their systems and wiring sparked and felt overworked as if angry. They just wanted to beat him, fight him and win, but that was easier said than done.
“What’s wrong, Machine,” Gabriel taunted, pointing the tip of Splendor at them, “finally regretting the choice to battle me?”
They didn’t answer, he wasn’t sure if they could speak in the first place but he didn’t care. A silent opponent was better than one that rambled constantly, which made him hate one previous king in particular. He laughed at them when they twitched in assumed anger, the already small, white light in their optic shrinking to a pinprick. They continued to circle with him in jittery movements, like a zombie in need of food, the look in their optic made his skin crawl. It was angry, bloodthirsty, and made his stomach flutter. He loved the way they looked at him, in disgust, in frustration, he wasn’t sure how they could feel but all the emotions he saw swirling behind that yellow light made fighting them at least somewhat enjoyable.
He followed their gaze to his bleeding stomach, bullet holes riddled his skin and left him leaking crimson. He chuckled again, knowing exactly what they wanted. He smeared the blood on his hand and showed them his soiled palm.
“Oh, you want this?” he said mockingly, sneering behind his mask, “Come and get it.”
He flicked the blood at their feet. V1 made a sound similar to a growl at his mocking gesture, mostly at the waste of precious fuel they were aching for, and pumped their shotgun twice before lunging forward. Gabriel reciprocated with his own lunge and warcry.
The ensuing fight was nothing but a blurry flurry of attacks and bright lights. It was disorienting as hell but the thrill of fighting this accursed thing was making Gabriel excited as much as he was furious. He hadn’t felt this excited, this thrilled yet vexed, since fighting Sisyphus, that annoying prick. And to think this vile machine was the one making his heart exert itself, a mere object, a creation of war and heresy.
“Come on, machine, this has been trailing on for far too long,” he growled, growing more and more impatient for this battle to end.
V1 threw their winch at Gabriel's armor but the Angel caught the rope. They looked surprised and thrown off-kilter, Gabriel roughly pulled the rope and yanked them off their feet towards him. He caught them by their neck, holding them securely in his grasp, they clawed at his arm, trying to get out of his hold. Gabriel laughed maniacally, pulling on the Whiplash arm they loved so much and tearing it out of its socket. They screamed out as the wires connecting them to the appendage were ripped from their body. They couldn’t experience pain, they weren’t supposed to, but the surge of electricity through their body and the constant barrage of warning signs overwhelmed them so much they might as well have been born of flesh and bone. Gabriel paused. That sound. They could make a sound like that? That’s…very interesting.
He let go of them and let them fall to the floor with an unceremonious thud. They winced, twitching in pain as they clutched the space where their Whiplash was, exposed wires sparked and zapped in the air. They looked back at him and the look in their optic was undeniable.
Fear.
“Aw, what’s wrong?” he stepped towards them as he threw the Whiplash over his shoulder, wings flared out to look even more intimidating, “did you really think you were stronger than me, Little Machine?”
V1 crawled back, frantically trying to gain some distance between them. They’d never suffered an injury as severe as this. Was this how the previous owners felt when they took the shotgun and extra arms? This fear and intense pain they suffered before they died? Shit, this was not what they were expecting, this wasn’t supposed to happen. The warning signs grew more persistent: Fuel Low. Major Damage Sustained. Closing Fuel Valve. Gain Distance From Danger To Reduce Further Injuries . And for once, they listened to these damned annoying warning signs. They scrambled to their feet, stumbling away as they ran away from Gabriel who only laughed out in a maniacal way.
“Scared, Machine? Are you finally seeing you’re outmatched? Go on, run, you little shit!” he called out as they ran off of their battleground, “You won’t hide from me.”
—
V1’s fans whirred at full power as they ran down the halls of the cathedral, luckily still empty from their fights in the heretical church, but it was so unbelievably empty and quiet that they could be heard at the other end, ruining their need to get to safety stealthily. A glint out of the corner of their vision caught their attention and with just barely enough time to react they ducked to the ground, a large explosion erupted in front of them. Rocks, dust, and debris sent flying in all directions. Through the thick dust clouds, they could see Gabriel’s wings glowing majestically even when partly obscured.
“Oh, Machine~” he sang, the mocking tone in his voice sending shivers up their steel spine, “Are you done playing with me? I’m not done toying with you though.”
A glint in the smoke. He caught their fist, the red one, what did they call it? Knuckleblaster? Whatever its designation it was unimportant. He crushed their fist slowly, enjoying their pained whines and futile attempts at getting out of his grasp until there was a satisfying, metallic crunch. Another blood-tingling scream. There was that excitement again, that intense bubbling and boiling in his gut, that tight feeling in his chest. What was this unfamiliar sensation that made his body tingle? He liked it, he wanted more.
V1 stared at their crushed hand, fingers mangled out of place. If they were human they would probably pass out from the agony, but fear kept them awake, kept them too aware of their now useless hand. Gabriel grabbed their arm, grabbing their chassis with his free hand.
“I’ll be taking this.”
He ripped this arm off too, slower than the Whiplash but just as painfully. He dropped them again, watching them writhe in pain and bleed recycled blood in delight. His heart sang along with their screams, their pain dancing along his nerves in excitement. Fuck, what was this euphoric feeling? Why did it feel so good? How had he not felt this before? He’s felt the thrill of battle countless times but this was different, this was intense and felt so fucking good. Was it the loss of his divinity that caused this uproar under his skin? Maybe it was the machine’s doing? He didn’t care, not now anyway, he just wanted to feel more of it. V1 slipped away while he was distracted in his thoughts, only noticing their disappearance when he heard their distant footsteps. He chuckled.
Yes, give him more fun, little Machine.
—
Another fight ensued, and more blood was lost. V1, for the first time in their plunder for fuel, was losing. These losses left a bitter taste in their mouth and had them seeing red, literally in this case as blood dripped heavily over their lens. They dragged themselves across the floor, digits barely finding enough purchase to pull themselves along. They were tired, so tired, but they needed to get away from their pursuer. They needed–
“Ah, there you are, Machine.”
They flinched, peering over their shoulder. Gabriel, that fucker, stood a few feet behind them holding their discarded arms over his shoulder and their wings and legs against his hip, his head was cocked to the side and they were sure he had an appropriate smile under his helmet as well.
“Did you really think you could really get away from me without these?” he shook their legs at him. He continued walking to them, circling around them as they continued to drag themselves along the floor.
“Such primitive things,” he muttered, throwing their appendages on the ground.
He unsheathed Justice and stabbed the elbow of their upper arm and forearm, severing the limb effortlessly and gaining another scream.
“Listen to me when I'm speaking to you.”
Gabriel knelt behind them and slowly pulled them back by their bleeding stump of a leg, V1 clawed at the ground in vain. They were roughly flipped over, ready to keep fighting when both suddenly swords were sheathed into the ground on either side of their head, mere centimeters away from their helm. If they had a bladder it would’ve been empty right now.
Gabriel looked down at them, chuckling at their fearful expression. They were covered in blood, both his and theirs, the only limb they had left was their gun hand. They had exposed wires still sparking and their fans stuttered loudly as they tried to keep their internals cool, their chassis was dented and the rubber in their abdomen split open, showing teal silicone like skinned flesh. Gabriel leaned over them in interest, pressing himself between their leg stumps and trapping them to the ground more securely. Now that he could take a good look at them he noticed just how tiny they were to him, he knew he was at least double their size but he didn’t think they were this tiny. It was amusing to see their legs splayed out so wide to accommodate his waist, to see their exposed abdomen moving in time with their pseudo-breaths, a last-minute failsafe to keep their internal systems cool by forcing in the cool air and pushing out the hot air. Their ‘breathing’ was loud and ragged, sounding almost like him after he fought them in Gluttony. He chuckled to himself, finding the situation amusing.
“You are so fucking annoying for something so small.”
Gabriel traced the edge of the rubber with his thumb, ghosting over the silicone. V1 flinched and punched his face, a reflex they immediately regretted. He groaned but wasn’t surprised. He took his spear out and jabbed it into their hand, securing it to the ground. The scream they let out made the punch worth it. His anger quickly returned to curiosity, ignoring their mechanical whines of pain and tracing the wound.
“Small and yet so sturdy.”
He plunged three fingers into their abdomen, roughly pressing into the slimy silicone. A long yell of static erupted from their speakers, body twitching involuntarily, jerking oddly as he pushed deeper with sickening squelches. Each beep, whine, and cry of pain they bellowed out made his body tingle in pleasure, he wanted more, needed more screams, more of their pain. More. Of. Everything!
“You make the sweetest sounds. You know that, Machine?” he said breathlessly.
He pushed deeper and deeper until he was wrist deep, feeling around their insides as if searching for something but there was no real purpose to his search, no good purpose anyway. He had no component in mind but he wanted to see which thing would make them scream louder. They writhed against him, stumps kicking at nothing, arm flailing uselessly under the spear. Warning signs glitched across their screen, alarms blared so loudly they couldn’t see or hear anything outside of their warning system. It was too overwhelming. Their body stilled in one final jerking motion when he brushed against something, something that caused pure fear to flash across their optic. Gabriel took notice and smiled wide.
“Oh? What’s this?”
Gabriel gently pawed at the protective casing of their core, nudging the underside of it. It was far too big for him to pull out but the fact that he was touching it in the first place sent them into a panic. As he pressed harder, V1 pulled on their hand until it finally came out from under the spear, splitting between their fingers. They ignored that pain and grabbed his arm as much as hard as they could, silently pleading with him to not touch that area, to spare them, anything but that. Gabriel looked at them with surprise, he’d never seen such panic and worry in their eye before, it made him shiver.
“Will it kill you if I damage this?” he said too gleefully.
They didn’t want to admit it hearing his voice but they were far more scared of dying than maintaining their pride. They nodded, blood running down their optic as if tears. Gabriel laughed.
“Is that actual fear I see in your lens, Machine? Finally feeling the need to repent after all the sins you’ve committed?”
Gabriel pressed on the casing harshly, ripping another scream from them.
“Why shouldn’t I kill you now? I have your heart within my reach, I should just take it.”
V1’s body jerked uncontrollably, clawing at his face and chest to make him stop, to make the pain end, but nothing worked. No matter how hard they tried he just kept pushing and pushing until–
Warning: Internal Systems Reaching Critical Temperatures. Opening Core Casing To Reduce Overheating. Click!
V1’s chassis opened suddenly and a thick cloud of steam billowed out. Gabriel stopped momentarily in surprise, in intrigue. There before him in all its slimy and disgusting splendor sat V1’s core, nestled in equally disgusting silicone that oozed lubricant which evaporated from the heat before it could be of any use. A wheezy whine could be heard from their chest as fan motors tried to restart, chest heaving in a vain attempt to keep the core cool. Gabriel couldn’t help but be mesmerized at the sight, who knew this dastardly machine had something so beautiful in its chest, something so vile yet made him want to reach out and take it for himself.
Is this what humans felt when they coveted what was not theirs? If so, he could understand wanting to take such beauty for themselves.
The wheezing reminded him that he was not alone. V1 looked at him weakly, softly placing a hand over their core to protect it. A gesture that almost made him pity it. Almost. He was about to push their hand away when he realised something. Never before had he felt such thrills from fighting anyone, never had he felt such excitement, and while it took him a while to understand, he was sure this was arousal he was feeling, evidenced by the stiffness he felt against his leg. Something his body had only felt once after slaying one of the Kings. To feel that pleasure again…either he had taken a liking to this machine or the fight riled him up more than he expected, and both were very plausible but he didn’t want to find out which was true. If he did kill them now would he even feel this pleasure, this arousal, ever again?
Gabriel thought over the possibilities for a moment, not finding any favourable outcomes in his favour besides one. He didn’t like it but it would have to do.
“Machine,” V1 flinched hard when he spoke up, their breathing picked up again,”I have a proposition for you.”
He pulled Justice and Splendor from the ground, sheathing them in their respective scabbard. He leaned over them, biting back a groan as their hips came into contact with his waist. One hand supported his weight by their head and the other ghosted the edge of the opened chestplate.
“I’ll let you live, I’ll even personally feed you my blood to heal,” he said, they looked at him skeptically, “but in return for such a generous offer, you have to feed me as well.”
V1 tilted their head, weakly motioning for him to explain.
“I want you, your body specifically, to settle this arousal you’ve forced out of me. In lamens terms, I want to fuck you.”
Now it was V1’s turn to look surprised. They must have misheard him, what did he just say?
“Give your body to me so I can fuck out these urges and I’ll let you go,” he said more slowly, almost growling his displeasure of needing to repeat himself.
Oh, so he did say what they thought he did. How uncouth! Before they could even think about a decision Gabriel slightly shifted his hips, subtly allowing them to feel the evidence that he wasn’t joking. And it was a pretty large piece of evidence indeed. They held up two fingers and motioned for him to continue
He rolled his eyes, “or I’ll kill you and feed your body to the Filths.”
They looked annoyed, looking away from him to think for a moment. Get fucked, they were sure he wouldn’t be on the receiving end for them, or die. There are no good choices here.
“My patience is running low, Machine,” his fingers trailed closer to the core, not stopping even as they grabbed at his hand.
They nodded frantically, agreeing with his ‘proposition’, just wanting him to leave their damn heart alone. He smiled, not that they saw, and leaned away, a hand sliding down their thigh gently.
“Good machine, at least there’s some intelligence in that tin head of yours.”
In one swift motion, Gabriel stood with V1 in their arms, holding them surprisingly gently, careful not to place any pressure on their exposed chassis. All they could do was press themselves into his chest the best they could since their arms were useless. He made a scoffing sound at them clinging to him, shaking his head in amusement. In a bright flash of light, Gabriel teleported without warning, heading to a more…private area that they could use for their impending debauchery.
—
Gabriel kicked open a door to a room deeper in the cathedral, the dark red walls made the already dim room even more ominous-looking. He roughly placed them on a slab table, earning a disgruntled beep. He laughed and rolled his eyes. V1 stared at his back as he started to undress, wow he really wasn’t kidding about the sex part was he? They looked around the room for anything that could help them. It seemed they were in some kind of prayer room, the table they were on was encircled by small indents on the floor as if made by a crowd repeatedly kneeling and worshiping and praying with their hands to the ground. Above them, they could make out in the dim light that chains and shackles hung from the ceiling and the surrounding area stunk of blood. They didn’t know what exactly these previous people were worshipping or what they were praying for but frankly, they didn’t want to know either. They groaned, regretting agreeing to this ‘deal’ of his, especially since they knew only one person would benefit from this. They looked back to Gabriel who had just tugged off his breastplate, revealing his defined back, dark skin glistening dully with caked-on blood from bullet holes that littered his lower waist. His surprisingly small waist. V1 never noticed because his armor was so large and bulky but Gabriel had a rather appealing body, or rather appealing by human standards, he was humanoid enough for them to apply to him. And those standards apparently loved how small his waist was despite how muscular he was.
They stared intently as Gabriel carefully unclasped and shrugged off his pauldrons, shoulder guards, tassets and skirt, entranced by how his muscles bulged and relaxed under his skin with each movement, until he was in nothing but his loincloth. Their gaze never left even as he turned around, watching as blood and sweat rolled off his chest in an alluring display.
“Does the ultimate form appease you, Machine?” he said cockily, now at the side of the table, resting his swords against it.
V1 rolled their optic and turned away, they were not going to feed his already enlarged pride. He scoffed, offended by their reaction, and climbed onto the table, situating himself between their legs once more. They tensed up, hating how easily he moved against them and– wait, was he always this large? They’ve been up close to him several times but now that there was no hyperactivity in their veins and no need to kill him as quickly as possible they really took in just how fucking huge he was compared to them, easily at least twice their size. Despite having a small waist it was a struggle to comfortably have him sit between their legs, their hip joints strained to capacity just to accommodate him, his hands easily took up all the space on their torso, and– oh no, if he was this large then how was that to fit? V1 shivered at the thought. No, surely he can’t be too large, right? Everything on the organic body was a specific size for efficiency and compatibility, they were sure that it couldn’t be too big otherwise there would be complications and difficulty living but with the distinct and suspiciously grand bulge behind his loincloth they could only hope and pray it wouldn’t tear them apart.
He noticed how nervous they looked, glancing down where they were looking and smirking, “don’t get nervous on me now, Machine. I won’t hurt you…much.”
He unsheathed Splendor, V1 flinched thinking were going to be stabbed again but instead he dragged its edge deep into his arm, making a large gash from his wrist to his elbow. Blood poured from his arm like a red waterfall, letting the crimson waterfall onto their chassis, directly onto their core. V1 could feel their internal systems and mechanisms healing themselves, absorbing it like sand would water. They breathed heavily as they healed, having the hunger they felt from needing to refuel finally being satiated was painful but they welcomed the feeling. They had to restrain themselves from digging their fingers into the wound to pour more blood on them lest they incur more of the Angel’s wrath, he was calm now and they didn’t have the means to fight back so that wouldn't be wise. Their chassis closed on its own once they were healed enough though they wished they had the ability to regrow their limbs. He let the blood fall until the wound closed on its own.
“Are you healed enough now?” Gabriel asked with annoyance in his voice, he wanted to see their core again but ripping their chest open would defeat the purpose of healing them. They were lucky. This time.
V1 nodded. They wiped their lens the best they could, smearing the stubborn, nearly dried blood on their fingers and the edges of their view, so they could see better. Though to be honest the less they could see about what was to happen the better.
“Good. Now I wonder how to go about this…” he muttered.
Gabriel looked down at V1’s body, eyeing their frame for…something. He could see they didn’t have the equipment to satisfy his urges, not from what he can tell, but he had the urge to bury his dick in them and nothing was going to stop him from doing just that. He didn’t want to ask how though, why should he? He was smart enough to figure it out, surely. Humans must have installed something in their body that he can use, they were depraved enough to fill the Lust layer almost to the brim so there must be something here. He stared at their body intently, eyeing the way their body still shone under all that blood and dirt, he would call them pretty if they were anything but the war machine that has been a pain in his ass ever since he first met them.
Well, you can’t figure things out if you don’t experiment.
Gabriel started tracing their abdomen, the rubber felt warm under his fingertips in an almost soothing way. V1 shifted under his touch but not enough to deter him. His hands trailed downward to their crotch. Surely whatever he needed must here, that’s where his genitals were, and as depraved as Humans were he was sure what he needed wouldn’t be anywhere else. Unless they were made by a really freaky-deeky scientist or something. He found a seam near the bottom and started tracing it, this looked about the place where what he was looking for should be, and made V1 shiver but a different kind of shiver. How could he tell? He didn’t but there wasn’t the usual animosity in their optic so it must be good.
“Open up, Machine,” he demanded, rubbing the seam harder. They rolled their optic at him, not complying. If they had their other arm they would fold them across their chest. Gabriel squinted at them.
“I can just tear it off, you know.” but they weren’t threatened. If he wanted to fuck them then he would have to figure out how, why should they aid in their torture?
He growled lowly but soon smirked. Fine, he liked a challenge anyway.
“Have it your way then.”
Gabriel kept searching, pressing more firmly against the panel between their legs. It got warmer and warmer under his touch, even through his gloves he could feel it starting to burn. He smirked, watching them try to suppress their involuntary twitches. He kept rubbing until the panel opened by itself. V1 gasped sharply, slapping their legs together out of embarrassment, not that it would be of any use with half their legs missing. Gabriel chuckled and easily forced their legs open.
“You don’t get to be modest and defy me. Pick one.”
He looked down and smirked. Perfect, something he’s familiar with. There between their legs, covered in and leaking a clear, sticky ooze, were a half-erect, silicone cock and a dribbling pussy of the same material below it. He snickered. It wasn’t the smallest he’s seen but it was small compared to him. Though if he thought about it he was larger than average so maybe saying they were small was a bit rude. Nah, he didn’t care.
“Humans really will try to fuck anything, huh…” he lifted the cock in his hand, easily engulfing it in his palm, giving it an experimental squeeze and getting a jerking squirm in response, “you must not use this a lot from how small it is though.”
V1 went to kick him, they weren’t small he was just freakishly large, but forgot they didn’t have their legs anymore and he laughed at them. If they could they’d be blushing in both anger and embarrassment.
“What? I’m not wrong. It is pitifully tiny.”
Gabriel continued to pump their cock, coating his hand in the liquid, he assumed it was a lubricant of some kind as the more he pumped the more gushed out and the easier it became to stroke them, as he insulted them for something they didn’t even install themselves. V1 would’ve cursed him out, slapped him even, but didn’t. Couldn’t find the will to, actually. Why were his harmful words making them harder in his grasp, making their core swell with warmth even though it was vibrating with embarrassment and anger? Did they…like this? No, that can’t be. He was just suspiciously good at what he was doing. Yeah, there was nothing wrong with being aroused with someone stroking their dick concerningly well, even if their hands were much larger than theirs and they still wore those damn gold-plated gloves that slid too smoothly against their artificial skin. It was normal .
“I can wrap my hand around it so easily, I bet it won't take much for you to release with this. Or whatever you machines would call your orgasms.” He tightened his grip, stroking their cock fast, making them squirm and whine softly under him, “you should be happy I’m even wasting my time on this poor excuse for a cock.”
They felt their nerves tingle with each insult Gabriel spat at them, each one making their legs quiver. Fuck, it was the insults making them harder, wasn’t it? They didn’t want to admit it but it was! They’ve heard worse, more vile insults directed specifically at them for being a war machine, for being the enemy of whoever’s side they were fighting with at the time during the war, horrible things they dared not repeat, so why was this getting them off? Especially with him . Why him? He was an asshole, dismembered them for fun, and is essentially taking advantage of their predicament to satisfy his own urges. So why oh why did it feel good to be used by him? It must be Hell, this godforsaken place must be doing something with their circuits to make them think being insulted and manhandled felt good, felt great, amazing even. Or was this some joke a weird scientist programmed into them and was only just now running its process in their programming? Yeah, that must be it. Some sick joke left behind by the humans. One last ‘fuck you’. Their body was simply reacting to stimuli as it always did, this must not be something they liked, just some code making them feel this way. Yeah, this wasn’t them, surely not.
Gabriel roughly shoved two fingers into their pussy, forcing them from their thoughts and making them groan and hiss in pain, angered beeps and clicks ensued as they held his wrist but were too weak to actually stop his actions.
“This is taking far too long, Machine,” he growled, pushing the fingers in until his knuckles rubbed at their entrance, “hah, even your pussy is unbearably small. How did anyone feel good in here?”
V1’s back arched off the table in both pain and pleasure but mostly from how uncomfortable it felt to be forcibly stretched too early and too roughly. His extremely thick fingers worked them open much too quickly, the squelching noises from their cunt were far too obscene for anyone to hear let alone themselves, and to know those sounds were coming from their own body was embarrassing. Almost more embarrassing than the fact that they loved this treatment. God, why did it set their systems ablaze and make electricity surge in their wiring like fire burning gasoline-drenched ropes? He wasn’t even rubbing their pleasure strip properly, aimlessly fingering them and brushing past the sweet spot carelessly, almost on purpose but they knew he knew nothing of it, and it was torturous to have him miss it every time. Fuck, he maybe he was doing it on purpose, does he not feel it?? They grabbed his wrist again, becoming more fed up with his incompetence.
“What’re you–”
They glared at him as they twisted his palm upwards and guided his fingers to the appropriate spot.
“What, was I not doing it correctly?” he scoffed with annoyance. They just made a ‘duh’ motion with their head.
Slowly they rocked his fingers in and out of their pussy, rubbing right against the strip and finally feeling the pleasure they were searching for. They shivered, it still hurt but now they were getting wet enough for his fingers to slide in more smoothly. As much as their body seemed to like being rough-housed that didn’t mean they had to allow something to be torn.
“So much work for a tiny thing,” he scoffed again though it sounded a bit more playful this time.
He shooed V1’s hand from his wrist, now fingering them properly. He pumped their cock in time with his fingers, pushing in when stroking down and pulling out when stroking up, making them gush more of that sweet slick he seemed to like playing with. They whined under him, legs trembling uncontrollably. The pain slowly subsided into pleasure, a hot, intense pleasure that sparked a fire deep in their belly. They gripped the edge of the table, whines and beeps growing louder as their hips rolled on his fingers in small circles, chasing that long-awaiting orgasm they should’ve had ages ago. Gabriel smirked seeing them unravelling under him, squeezing his fingers in rhythmic pulses. The more he felt them the more he wondered how it would feel around his cock, the neglected member aching and straining at the loincloth, a dark wet spot at its tip, begging to sink into the wet heat just inches away from it. He didn’t mean for this to go on so long, his original plan was to fuck them already, but seeing them try their hardest to keep their composure only to come apart at the seams was… exhilarating, stroked his ego a bit too much. Now he just wanted to see what face they would make as he ruined them.
“Look at you, melting on my fingers like a whore,” he purred, feeling them squeeze around him at the insult, “acting as if you’ve never been touched here. I bet you haven’t. Who would’ve wanted to willingly fuck a useless, pathetic machine like you?”
He wasn’t oblivious to the irony in his words, he just didn’t care.
“Making such sinful sounds when you aren’t even fully filled yet. Leaking so much and I’m not even putting much effort into touching you. Disgusting.”
His fingers slid across that strip more roughly, more purposefully, attacking it with fervor and making V1 jolt and squirm and tighten around him. Their walls stuttered around his digits until they couldn’t squeeze anymore as if trying to keep them from moving from that one spot.
Gabriel laughed smugly, “that’s it, Machine, let go already. Give me what I want, hurry up and cum for me.”
V1 let out a stifled whine, hips stuttering on his fingers as an intense orgasm washed over them in waves, pupil rolling upwards until they couldn’t see anymore, their body trembled on his fingers as he finger-fucked them through their climax, only stopping when they laid limp against the table. The recognizable hum of their internal fans filled the immediate space. Gabriel looked down at the mess they made. Their chest and belly were sticky with ropes of lubricant from their still leaking cock and his gloves were soiled beyond measure. He could feel his own body shiver with them at the sight. He gathered the slick on his fingers and pulled them apart, watching with interest as the viscous fluid formed thick strands between them and never broke.
He felt something inside him snap.
When V1 regained consciousness from their brief lucid state they heard Gabriel grunting. He was looking down and his arm moved quickly. They followed his gaze and…holy shit. With his loincloth pulled to the side, they could clearly see Gabriel was jerking himself off using the lubricant from their cunt as lube, his own unattended pussy leaking a large puddle of slick under him, but that was not what was of interest or concern. It was that he was jerking off his massive cock. They didn’t even want to measure it or have an estimate of its length for fear it would scare them but they were sure that it would show in their belly if he were to fuck them with that…thing. The head was large and bulbous, the shaft long and wide like the trunk of a tree, and a large vein along the side bulged out from under his skin. Fuck, was he really going to put that monster inside them? Suddenly, they felt nervous.
Gabriel grabbed their hip and pulled them closer, pressing the underside of his cock onto their pussy, rubbing against it roughly as he quickly stroked himself. Fuck, they could feel just how hot it was and it made their half-erect cock twitch with every thrust of his hips.
“Shit, you’re so lucky…I’m…fuck…” he started muttering, unable to get a proper sentence out.
He gripped their hip tightly as he hunched over them, furiously pumping his cock, cursing and grunting under his breath, but unsuccessful in his effort to cum. He felt too overstimulated yet understimulated at the same time. It was. Right. There! And yet his orgasm was taking forever to come, refusing to drive him over that edge, even as his cock dribbled precum it seemed it didn’t want to release just yet but Gabriel needed to. How could he not after such a sinful display? He twitched feeling another hand on his cock, stopping to see a blue hand touching his tip. He looked up, V1 looked between him and his dick, hesitantly stroking the tip, slowly moving faster when he didn’t do or say anything negative about it. His thighs quivered. Oh yes, this is exactly what he needed. He grunted again as he resumed fucking his fist, now using both hands to get himself off. Their touch was light and cautious, it shouldn’t have been enough but it was and he could feel his orgasm building once more.
“Fuck, just like that,” V1 did as he said, gripping more firmly and letting him fuck into their hand, his body shaking in pleasure. His body rattled as his orgasm came suddenly, dick pulsing into both hands as he came thick ropes of cum onto their chassis, messily ruining their paint job even more. Gabriel shuddered as he came down from the high of his climax, soon gulping seeing the mess he’d made. V1 didn’t know what to feel as they stared at the cum staining their body, hand hovering uselessly. It was oddly warm and they didn’t hate it but it felt like they shouldn’t be this dirty.
Gabriel panted, slowly coming to his senses, cock still hard and twitching with need, his original goal was still in the forefront of his mind.
“You look good messy like this,” he chuckled, leaning back to take in the full view, “almost like you’re made to be covered in my cum.”
V1 glared at him, flipping him off, “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll be doing that plenty.”
He grabbed their hips and centered them against his own. The nervousness they felt was creeping up again, his cock was still rigid even though he just came, something they were sure was abnormal and it frightened them. Gabriel did not care for their nervousness as he lined them up with his head.
“Just don’t move,” he said, pressing his tip at their entrance, “moving will just make this more difficult for both of us so just keep still.”
V1 tried, they really did, to stay as still as possible, but wouldn’t you move and squirm around if something the length of your torso was pushing its way into your comically small pussy? They thrashed around in vain as Gabriel pushed forward, their cunt stretched painfully to accommodate the massive intrusion, already full from just the tip alone, but Gabriel needed more. Warnings flashed across their vision again as Gabriel pushed in more, panic started to settle in as they could’ve sworn they felt something tear.
Warning: Foreign Object Detected. Injury imminent. Internal Systems Will Be Damaged If No Action Is Taken.
Gabriel felt pure euphoria finally plunging into the sweet, blistering heat he’d been dying for all this time, breath shuddering as he tried his hardest not to cum again so soon. Their pussy was tight , stretching around his massive cock to the extreme, fitting him like a too-tight sleeve. All he could feel was it quivering trying to accommodate him, barely able to, and being in something so small and tight felt so fucking good. His skin and spine tingled with pleasure, breath shuddering with each inch he filled inside the machine despite the intense resistance, taking one last push to take those last couple inches–
CRACK!
His body jerked forward suddenly, bliss finally prickling his nerves but leaving him with enough clarity to wonder what that sound was. ‘Crack’? Did something break? What broke? He looked down, his heart dropped.
V1’s head was turned away, hand over their optic as if covering their mouth, body twitching uncontrollably. Their internal fans whirred to life loudly, barely masking the muffled whines that sounded so much like sobs. He looked further down and to his horror saw what he had done. Their pelvis had cracked open at the seams, unable to withstand the girth and size of Gabriel's massive cock, suffered deep stress cracks even all the way to their hip joints. He could see the teal silicone poking out from under the cracks, blood seeping through every crevice. Their pussy, dear lord forgive him, was torn from his size, split so badly he could barely tell where one tear ends and where one begins.
He felt his face pale as a storm of emotions swirled in his head, he didn't mean for this to happen, he didn't mean to actually hurt them like this. He's seen them take his own swords to face and not even flinch, their metal was more hardy than he'd care to admit, and yet something like this broke them. He didn't know what to feel. Annoyance threatened to float to the surface, so did worry, pity, and misery. They were much stronger than other beings in Hell, how was he to know they'd break like this?
Warning messages kept flashing across their view, blurring into one another but all saying they had suffered a grave injury. They knew that, you stupid messages, they could feel the fucking injury, could feel silicone exposed to the elements. It was painful, humiliating and so. Fucking. Good! V1 felt something glitch inside them, red text appearing behind their eye, too blurry to make out, mind too hazy to understand. However, there was one word that they could make out from it all, a single word that instilled a deep need inside them.
ENJOY! :)
V1 gasped to their senses, the pain still there but was so strong they couldn't feel it at the moment, chest heaving in surprise as he felt Gabriel moving again. He leaned over them, holding onto their hips tightly. He pulled them up and off his cock with a disgustingly wet pop, lubricant and blood stained and smeared his skin, precum still dribbling out from his tip. V1 winced at the pain, placing a hand on his shoulder to get his attention.
“I won't ask for your forgiveness,” he lined them up with his cock once again, fear and shock in their optic, “but I do apologise for this,”
He slammed them down on his cock again so hard static popped from their speakers. The second time was just as painful as the first with its own set of metallic cracking noises that made their back arch high but mixed in with the pain was the overwhelming sense of pleasure they hadn't felt before. More intense than their first orgasm, rougher than when he fingered them. It clawed at their senses and dug at their nerves in the most delicious way. Fuck, it hurt like hell but it felt so fucking good.
“I'm sorry,” he muttered. He lifted them up again and pulled them onto his cock, his own hips still. Being used as his own personal fuck toy set their nerves on fire and burned something deep in their core. They should hate him, he broke them and was focusing on his own pleasure again, but the hate was squashed and transformed into an inexplicable desire to be fucked despite the pain and figurative tears.
They whined in both pain and pleasure, joy and annoyance laced their pseudo-voice as they allowed him to continue. Gabriel didn't mean to keep going, he wanted to stop, see if they were okay but they felt so good around him, felt so good to work them open like this, to tear them apart. He knew it was wrong but he was blinded by lust and the need to break them more. His divinity loss must be messing with him, making his sadistic tendencies so much worse. He felt bad but he couldn't stop, needed to fuck them senseless no matter how much pain they felt but would fuck them as carefully as he could even if could result in them breaking more. He needed more, lusted for more. Everything they could give him, he wanted.
“Fuck, I'm sorry, you feel so good,” he said as he moved their body as he wished, sliding their broken, stretched pussy along his length, smearing even more blood and lubricant on his cock, “I'll give you as much fuel as you need…just let me fuck you like this.”
They wished they could speak. Usually, they didn’t care, speaking wasn’t necessary when in war, but now if they had one they knew what they would say. They would curse him out so fucking much. Tell him how good it feels to be torn open like this. Call him such horrible names to get him to fuck them harder. And so much more. Maybe it was the amount of stimulation, both good and bad, they were feeling that had their head all loopy. They felt drunk, completely lost in the sauce, or maybe that was the blood loss. Either way, they couldn’t really feel anything other than pleasure, intense, painful euphoria that made their entire body shake and shiver.
Gabriel watched as another orgasm washed over them, surprised they could have another in their state but gladly fucked them through it until their body stilled, stopping his use of their body soon after with some hesitation.
“Are you alright?” he said softly. It seemed after their orgasm he came to his senses just a bit.
When V1, still blissed out from the pain and the very powerful orgasm, gave him a tired look that basically said ‘are you serious?’.
Gabriel rolled his eyes, “you know what I mean…I didn’t think I’d hurt you like…this.” he motioned vaguely to the state of their pelvic area.
V1 looked at him and then at their nubbed limbs, “Disemembering you during a fight is different from literally breaking your pelvis fucking you, idiot.”
V1 gave a slight nod and shrugged. They could feel him twitching inside them, still stiff despite the beating it gave their pseudo-cervix. He started to pull out when V1 stopped him by holding onto his hip, mostly from the sharp pain that tingled in their groin.
“What?”
Their fingers slid from his hips down to the base of his bloody cock, gripping it to pull him closer to them. Gabriel grunted.
“I’m not– stop that,” he pulled their hand away, “I’m not going to continue. I may be an asshole but this was not my intention.”
V1 growled, an odd sound for a machine to make, and grabbed his throat. Gabriel grunted as he was pulled down to face level with them. They didn’t care about intentions now, they just wanted him to cum inside them. The wordless and intense look in their eyes told him as much. Their grip on his neck wasn’t painful, hell it wasn’t even putting an ounce of fear in him, their hand was much too small to choke him properly, but the way their fingers gripped his neck muscles was…pleasant. He swallowed a grunt.
“You are fucking insatiable, you know that?” V1 shoulders move up and down as if laughing, connecting their face to his helm for a moment, “I won’t be swayed by your chaste kisses, Machine, but fine, I’ll give you what you want.”
Gabriel gently turned them on their side, one leg on his hip while the other laid below him, hissing at the feeling of their tightness rotating on his cock. V1 purred lowly, the new position felt a whole lot better than being on their back. They made a motion for him to stay still once they let go of his neck, then their fingers trailed down his body, over the hills of his large chest and the valleys of his abs to his hips where they pulled him down to sit on their leg. The sound his sopping wet, neglected pussy made against the metal and rubber was utterly disgusting. They loved it. Gabriel chuckled, shaking his head.
“Greedy little shit,” he mumbled.
He started moving again, this time adding grinding against their inner thigh into the mix. He sighed and grunted at the stimulation of both ends, the rubber on their leg wasn’t segmented as like on their belly but it was textured rough and bit at his sensitive opening in a way that made his head swim, and accompanied the still tight squeeze of V1’s overused pussy it made his nerves dance with tingling ecstacy. His thrusts returned to their brutal pace, hips meeting cracked pelvis with primal fervor. V1 could only hold onto him, pulling him down by the back of his neck and beeping and clicking pleasured praise in his ear. Regardless of if he could understand the noises or not, they spurred him on, made his needy and too-large cock slam into them harder and his sensitive pussy grind more desperately on their leg.
“ Hah Machine, I’m sorry,” he muttered. Gabriel moved upward a bit, bending their body more and pounding their cunt harder and deeper than before. The angle strained their side but the added depth made their head spin, they cried out with each slam of his hip, hiccupping beeps and whines as he rutted into them like a wild animal. Feral, primal. God, they loved it. The pain, the sounds he made, the squelching of their pussy, and the warm wetness against their leg. They loved it all.
Gabriel’s brutal pace started to stutter, his growling growing deeper, hips rutted into them when no space between them. Two twitches of his cock and then his hips finally still. With a whimper-like groan, he came deep inside their cunt, sending V1 over the edge with him from the heat and pressure. His waist moved with the pulses, making sure every last drop reached as far as it could, rutting his cum into them so no millimeter inside wasn’t covered in his spend. Heavy breaths and tired whirring filled the immediate area, satisfied, tired, content. They looked at each other, V1 gently kneaded the back of his neck while Gabriel rested his head against their shoulder.
“That shouldn’t have felt as good as it did…” he muttered, V1 was unsure if there was regret or just acknowledgment in his voice due to how muffled he sounded but they didn’t feel any anger in his body so they weren't concerned.
After catching his breath, Gabriel slowly lifted himself off of them. He slowly pulled his hips back, sliding his spent cock back and finally out of their pussy with a wet squelch. He shivered and smirked seeing his blood-speckled cum pool out of their cunt like copious amounts of thick molasses, their cunt fluttered around nothing as if trying to keep it in but failing.
“How are– don’t give me any sass. How are you feeling?” Gabriel caressed their stomach, gaze switching between their face and the pelvic situation.
They laughed at his comment and nodded. The pain was still there but was dull compared to the sweet bliss from their orgasm. He looked relieved but still concerned.
“Wait here.” he gave them one last pat on their chest before he hopped off the table and teleported away, not even giving them time to ask where he was going.
V1 was alone for all of 5 minutes when Gabriel returned.
“Up we go.”
He gently picked them up bridal style and held them close, there was much more care this time than when he first picked them up, almost making V1 swoon. He teleported once more and they ended up in Limbo, specifically in the mansion at the end of the layer. He took them to the small bathroom and laid them in the bathtub, turning both hot and cold taps at the same time and letting it fill up while he searched for a cloth. V1 relaxed in the tub the best they could, the water felt good for the most part but it was odd feeling it get into areas it shouldn't. Like the inside of their broken-ass pelvis.
Gabriel returned with the cloth, their torn-off limbs, and a small knife. He set wings and extra arms on the floor while placing their blue limbs in the water in their rightful place. He cut his arm in the same way as he did before but deeper and bled into the water, V1 shivered feeling their body repair itself. Silicone mending, metal knitting, rubber reforming, wires reconnecting. It was uncomfortable, the pain not the one they liked, but it meant they were healing so they would have to deal with it. He placed the cloth in the water and started washing off the dirt and dried blood, cum, and lubricant from their body, carefully making sure the more damaged areas got the most care. His hand trailed down to their pelvic area, hesitating just above the seam where the metal connected to the rubber in their torso.
“I’m sorry for doing that to you,” he said suddenly, startling V1 who was starting to fall asleep from the gentle care, “I wanted to break you but…not like that.”
V1 looked at him softly, a white heart forming in their optic as they made him look at them, pecking his helmet with soft clicks. They knew it was an accident so they harbored no hard feelings. Once their left arm had fully reattached they started motioning something. They made a heart with their hands and then did a tumbling motion with their fingers.
“You’ll forgive me if we do this again?” they snapped their fingers and pointed at him, nodding that he got it right.
Gabriel let out a loud laugh unexpectedly that bounced off the walls, a real laugh, not the ones he made when fighting them, and it filled V1 with cotton-like happiness. He literally tore their pussy up and broke their pelvis and they wanted to do this again with him? And didn't even show a hint of anger? Something must be really wrong with them, and also with him since he too liked that idea.
“You really are insatiable,” he wiped his face as if wiping a tear, “greedy and utterly depraved. Fine, we can do this as many times as it takes for you to forgive me.”
It felt strange to feel anything other than anger towards them, the hatred he harbored was long gone now, but it wasn’t horrible to experience. Was this love? No. Affection? Maybe, to the most minuscule degree. He can say though that he did enjoy having sex with them so maybe he can allow this little truce of theirs for now. Maybe.