M For Mate 2

“Come on,” Namora breathed, opening up her robe. “First I’ll get you good and hot, then you’ll get me.”

She showed him her full, firm breasts and upthrust nipples—took his hands and brought them to her cleavage.

“Mmmm,” she sighed, petting his wrists to demonstrate her appreciation. M-11 seemed to vibrate a little in ecstasy. He rubbed her soft tits, pulled on the nipples, and caressed the satiny skin so that it seemed he enjoyed it as much as Namora. “Yeahhh, that’s just right,” she hummed. “Keep that up and who knows where those hands will get to go!”

She took his hands off of her breasts. His face was blank. Namora didn’t know what she expected to see there, but she knew the neutral expression didn’t match the passion she had felt in his touch. He reached for more. She held up a finger, indicating that he wait.

Then she reached under her breasts and held them up, giggling at the chill that went through her when they brushed against his metallic groin. She pressed one of her tits into the left side of his phallus, then the other into the right. Sandwiching his cock between them.

“Mmmm,” she hummed. “It feels good in there, doesn’t it?” M-11 reached out to pet her forehead. “Yes. For you too, I imagine.” She rubbed her head against his open palm. “I told you we’d both enjoy this…”

She applied her tongue to the end of his lengthy phallus. Taking the tip between her lips and pressing down on it, her lips smearing across its length, her mouth taking in more and more of it. She sucked on what she’d imbibed. Caressing it with her tongue.

“I like to suck,” she said once her mouth had come off the pole, inspecting its spit-slick contours. “But only until a man is ready to give me something I like more.”

Stripping naked, she took him by the hand and led him to the fireplace. It was fun to treat him like a big doll. She could do or say anything she wanted, because none of it could pass through M-11 to anyone else. It would all be their secret.

Namora liked the idea that nothing could stop her. She could do anything, satisfy all her fantasies, and no one—least of all M-11—would say that it was right or wrong, good or bad, beautiful or ugly. M-11, she felt, would give her all she needed from a sex partner, without any emotions. It would be sex, pure sex, and just for the sake of sex. That was exactly what she needed to untangle herself from all the team’s dynamics.

She took one of M-11’s hands and brought it between her legs. “Do you like touching that?” she asked playfully. “Go ahead. Enjoy yourself—don’t be shy. Just put a finger inside me and have a little fun.”

From what she knew of M-11, Namora would guess he’d never fingered a woman’s pussy before. And from the way he touched her, she’d have guessed right. But once he got started, he seemed to take pleasure in the operation. It almost seemed to come to him naturally. Whatever servos and hard drives were inside him, they whirred violently as he touched inside her, almost like he was moaning.

“Uuuhhhh.”

He took his hand away. His hips creaked forward. He seemed to be offering his very nearly twitching erection out to her.

“You want me to suck it again?” Namora smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself before. I know I enjoyed myself just now. So let’s give you a little treat for how nice you were to me. See, I’m not prickly—I just insist upon getting from others what they want me to give to them.”

She knelt down and sucked his cock into her mouth, licking at it, bobbing and twisting her head with an eye upward to see if she could catch any sign of pleasure in M-11’s impassive face. None was apparent, except for more of that eerie electronic vibrating, and she grew bored.

“Enough of this,” she said. “I want you to show me what this can do, not what it tastes like!”

She got down on all fours and was pleased to find M-11 coming up behind her. His cock arrived between her buttocks. Namora thought he had the gist of it, but his prick slipped up out of the groove instead of finding its way into her.

“No, no,” she said, looking over her shoulder. “It won’t do any good if it’s not inside me!”

M-11 seemed to understand. He nodded his head and Namora faced front again, not wanting to ruin the session with too much awareness of what an inhuman lover she had.

He put his manhood at her anal entrance.

“Good!” Namora said, nodding her head, the motion becoming frantic as she felt his warmly lubricated tip squeezing through her grommet, into her rectum. “Uuunnhh! That’s it, boy, that’s what I want!”

Of course, her encouraging words could have no effect on him—Namora wondered if he could feel the tightness of her ass, rolling and convulsing along his member as it descended into her.

“Mmmm!” she groaned, bearing down. “That’s right…”

In an effort to sodomize herself further without resorting to ordering M-11 about anymore, Namora backed up, sliding her ass along his shaft. More of his mechanical endowment invaded her.

“Oh, keerist!” she wailed, resorting to some American slang she’d picked up. “I think you have what I want, M-11! Yes, you’re giving me what I want!”

Perhaps because of M-11’s silence, she felt compelled more than usual to yell and moan as she was pleased. She rubbed her ass against M-11’s groin and giggled when she heard the squeak of her sweaty flesh against his metal chassis.

She rubbed her anus up and down his cock, spreading herself by reaching back and tugging her cheeks open. It only got better as it went on. What M-11 lacked in personality, he made up for in pure girth, in length, and in stamina. It was like fucking a steel girder, only M-11 definitely had a little animal in him. He was giving it to her enough so that she could tell he saw her as a bitch in heat, just like any man worth his testes would.

“Ahhhh!” she moaned happily as her orgasm started to flow. “Good… very, very good…”

Salty juices dripped out of her pussy to mark her creamy thighs. She shuddered, moving with the thrill that ran up her spine and warmed her cheeks. Her tits shook with the voluptuous fever that only broke with climax.

“Oh God! Imperius fucking Rex!” she screamed. “I love it!”

M-11 gave no indication of hearing any of this. He kept his prick inside Namora’s roiling passage, filling the confines of her clenching anal muscles, and worked himself back and forth within Namora’s stress tolerance. The loving treatment he found inside Namora’s ass was the first of its kind for him. He took full advantage of the opportunity to categorize the myriad sensory data the experience offered.

It was good sensory data.

Namora’s ecstasy trailed off. She began to pull herself off of M-11, crawling forward.

“That was… most satisfactory,” she said, flushed face glowing.

But M-11 was far from done experiencing what was in progress. He saw no reason to be rid of Namora’s anus around his prick. He gripped Namora on either side of her hips and pushed himself back into her bowels, to reclaim the lost territory he’d ceded as Namora padded away.

“Unnnhhh!” Namora moaned. He was pressing hard into her already satiated ass. The line between pain and pleasure thinned. She couldn’t think of any way to tell M-11 to stop, not in her present state. And why should she? Being satisfied once had been great… twice would be…

She struggled forward, though it was largely pro forma. The more she attempted to get away, the harder M-11 pulled her back. It wasn’t that he was trying to hurt her. Just that he liked the sensation of ass-fucking her and felt he would enjoy it more if she was penetrated further. Namora had certainly delighted in that enough.

Her ass pressed up against his groin, giving him so much pleasure that he just had to have more. M-11 held her tight—too tight to get free. And he pumped into her, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, with strength he knew Namora could take.

But though Namora could take it, she never had before.

“By Poseidon! M-11! Poseidon!” Namora wailed, too delirious to form all her conflicting impulses into one cogent phrase. “You can’t… stop… it’s too much… don’t… stop…”

M-11 understood this well enough. She did not want him to stop, any more than he wanted to stop. And in fact it was pointless to stop now, when he was so close to finishing. He felt long-inactive systems coming on line, fluid building up in once-dormant tubes within him, ready to exit his thick cock and go to Namora, where it belonged.