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“Come ooooon Lettie, loosen up a little.” Eleanor waggled her half-empty bottle at the other protoframe over the Round Table’s bar, eyes full of mischief. Though she couldn’t speak out loud, her telepathic voice was filled with teasing.
“Jajajajaja! Loosen up?” Lettie rolled her eyes, swilling what little beer remained in her bottle. It was cheap, and rather bad, but at the very least it was strong enough to numb her fraying temper. “We are fighting religious nutcases and biomechanical abominations, I’m trying to fix us up with the few medical supplies this useless mall contains, and we are turning into mechanised horrors whilst trapped in an endless timeloop...babas, tell me how I’m supposed to loosen up! I’ll be lucky if I ever get a chance to loosen up!"
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Eleanor and Lettie’s inebriated bodies crashed into each other like a pair of charging techrot, the two scrabbling at clothes and armoured plates to expose what lay beneath. Their protoframe bodies were fusions of flesh and metal, but despite the restructuring they had undergone through that bastard Entrati’s infection, there were still all the important bits. Hence why Eleanor was drunkenly fondling for Lettie’s tits with her hands and mouth, and Lettie herself was egging her on with cries of “Si! Si babas!” as well as several different swear words.
Perhaps it was the inebriation, but Lettie didn’t even flinch when Eleanor allowed that monstrous tongue of hers to slide free from her mouth. Ordinarily the massive tendril of techrot flesh would have disgusted Lettie, as did most aspects of Eleanor’s closeness to the infestation that had shifted their bodies. Here instead she merely moaned as her lips parted against the other protoframe’s allowing the twisted limb of slide down her throat. She felt her neck bulge, and she gaggedslightly on the sheer girth of the wriggling mass, but gods the sensation of it choking her from the inside made her utterly soaked. She rode Eleanor’s fingers, silently willing more of that tendril down her throat.
“You’re shoooo hot when you’re not telling me off, you knooow?” Even Eleanor’s telepathic voice was slurred with inebriation, her body pressed against Lettie’s, sandwiching her between herself and the wall and she slowly introduce a third finger to the medic’s soaked cunt. “Shoooo pretty and sexxxy...I’m sooo fuckin’ lucky right nooow!” She mentally giggled as Lettie’s moan was muffled by the mass of aberrant flesh down her throat. As she attempted to pull it back, to allow Lettie a moment of respite, she heard the medic shout in her mind, her ragged, libidinous, oversexed mind, to keep it in there and just fuck her harder! Eleanor grazed a finger over Lettie’s clit, letting her shudder and moan again. “Lucky me...”
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Drifter stared at their computer screen, unsure what to make of the message waiting for them.
Belladonna ~{@:
Hey
If you hear rumours
About me and Eleanor at the bar
Lies
All of them
Belladonna ~{@: went offline