PotH: Revolution (NSFW)

Purring, he laid her down, busied himself with removing her pants. "Yue." He removed her bra as well, cupped her breasts in his hands.

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"Yes." And he needed to get off of her before she noticed his growing arousal. She tasted wonderfully and felt... perfect beneath him. They're bodies seemed to line up, to fit.

"Longswords can be remotely operated by AI." He said with a smirk."

"Trip..." She sighed softly, drawing her pants down.

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Too late. She smirked wickedly. "So, is that a calculator in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

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He rolled his eyes, but smirked. "You go ahead, and stick with your computers and AI. I like to fly with my own wings. Besides, I don't mean to brag, but my Thunderbolt can out-wing one of your Longswords."

"Heh, if you so insist."

He took his mouth over them, nibbling and licking.

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He gazed at her, his expression betraying none of his amusement. "A calculator."

She moaned softly, hands seeking out his length.

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She snickered. "I'm only teasing. Gosh, you're such a stiff."

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"Anyway, on to more pressing matters. You guys aren't going to suffer from BSUS, are you?"

Hey, not our fault your place was swarming with contacts. Anyways, we're good. We use the big stuff when necessary."

He blew out a breath, slid a finger into her and rubbed.

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Frowning, he pressed his groin to hers. "I hadn't noticed."

She moaned, arching against him.

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She blushed slightly. "That's some weird-shaped calculator you got down there."

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"I need to know - are the explosives and stuff under control? I don't want another accident like when Aki first showed up."

"Hey, that was from her own idiocy. Safeties are there for a reason."

She glared at her dad, "I forgot, alright! Gimmie a break! My CO's already yelled at me for it..."

Purring, he slipped another within, nibbling on her neck.

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Testing something, he let his tongue glide along the curve of her neck.

Her massaging of his length increased, as did her own purring.

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She sighed softly, tilted her head back to give him more room.

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"So, I take it that's a yes?"

"Of course!"

Nuzzling her, he took a hold of her hands and slid his length deep within her.

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He took the invitation, nibbling softly. "Lovely," he murmured.

She moaned, taking hold of his shoulders.

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"Very," she breathed, taking in the sensation.

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"Good. Then we've got no problems." He sighed, heading back for the house. "So, would you consider yourself retired?"

"No, I'm just sitting in the war room, permanently." He closed his eyes. "Boring as fuck, though..."

He took a hold of her hips, thrusting. He smiled at her, purring. "I love you."

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He let his laugh out again, let it play over her neck. He hadn't laughed so much in a month, but something about her just made him happy. His fingers slipped beneath her shirt, stroked her fur.

She moved her hips in time with his. "I love you, too," she breathed, purring.

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There it was again. There was something in that laugh of his that ignited her soul. She sighed softly, bringing her hands up to caress his sides.

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"That's pretty retired, if you ask me." He smirked. "There's still plenty of strength in my bones, though."

"Hah! I can work, it's just that no one wants me too...bastards..."

Akira smirked, "That's 'cause no one wants an old man like you running around on the 'field. You might break a hip."

His smack sent her onto the floor. "Yeah, not the best idea in the world, kid. I'm still young enough to floor your ass at any time, so don't get cocky."

Purring, he lowered his mouth to her breasts again, tongue flicking.

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He lapped at her neck gently. "Perhaps it isn't the best timing, but I would very much like to make love to you."

Purring, she nibbled at his ear.

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She sighed, smiling. "I wouldn't mind at all."

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Cross' eye twitched slightly. "Yeah, not too keen on hitting my kids."

His tails twirled as he continued his steady thrusts, increasing speed as he went.

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"Wonderful." He sat up, bringing her with him and removed her shirt. For a moment, he just studied her. "Beautiful," he murmured and began running his fingers through her fur. She was soft and warm... Her bra was simple, practical white.

His lips curved as he leaned forward, let his tongue glide over gentle swell.

"Tch, only way to get things through her thick skull..."

"Gee, I wonder where I got it from..."

He rolled his eyes, "Quiet you."

"Hah!"

"That's an order."

She slugged him in the shoulder and got back in her seat, content with her victory.

Her grip on his shoulders tightened as she kept pace with him.

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She sighed softly. His touch was incredible, so delicate. She wanted to drown in it.

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He smirked, shook his head. "Like looking in a mirror. Go home, you two. You could probably use the rest. Mull things over, you know?"

Purring, he lapped at her neck. She'd always been incredible.

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He unfastened her bra easily, fingertips skimming from her abdomen to the soft orbs. He stroked them, tongue sliding over them. He thoroughly tasted the right before moving to the left.