Year: 771
A little more than 3 years after the Cell Game
Lapis specularis
- Slowly, please...
Hearing her whisper, 17 stopped kissing the back of Ruri's neck for a brief moment so he could straighten up and look at her. She still had that confused little smile at the edges of her lips. In the dimness of the room, he could read the same fear mixed with desire in her eyes that he had already seen before.
- Of course, I don't want to damage you. I know now that you're a fragile little thing, he replied, bringing his face to hers with a laugh.
- Hey ! Who do you think you are ! I'm going to throw my fist in your face, you'll see if I'm a fragile little thing !
17 easily dodged the punch she threw limply in his direction.
- Are you feeling better? he whispered, before giving her a sweet kiss.
- Yes, thank you... I'm an idiot, right?
- Yes.
- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm a little nervous.
- I know.
- But I really want to do it !
- I know.
- It's just that I've never had a, well, never had a...
- I know.
- So, you promise to... do it slowly?
- I promise. Relax, and just let me do,17 answered in a soft voice. Just tell me if you want me to stop.
Intimidated, Ruri simply nodded.
Very gently, 17 then took hold of her tank top, and removed it. The young woman trembled slightly at finding herself half-naked in front of him again, and instinctively covered her chest. Without saying anything to her, deploying in each of his gestures an infinite softness, 17 put his hands on hers, and made her arms go down along her body.
Then, with one hand, he grabbed her waist and brought her closer to him, his other hand gently caressing each of her breasts one by one. The feeling of his fingers brushing her skin caused Ruri a sensation close to tickling, but much more pleasant, and that she had already experienced under the hands of 17: a slight heat, which over the seconds fevered, until it turned into a real burn. She remembered the incandescence of his partner's lips on her, the beginnings of an intense pleasure to come, and immediately moaned at this mere mention.
17 then grabbed her, and in one swift move, he made her sit on top of a small cabinet located just behind him. This movement, unexpected as well as fast, surprised Ruri. But she did not have time to react before he kissed her again, this time with much more ardor than at the beginning. His kisses became every second more intense and deeper, as if he was trying to explore every corner of her mouth. He stopped only after a few minutes, but it was only to put his lips on the breasts of Ruri. With an impatience almost voracious, he let his tongue travel one after another, brushing her nipples that hardened under the pressure of growing desire that the young woman felt rise in it. Each of her sighs of pleasure increased 17's excitement tenfold. He too was increasingly guided by this powerful instinct that was resurfacing at Ruri's touch. Once again, he knew what to do.
Then taking the tip of her left breast fully into his mouth, he held the other in his hand, firmly. Ruri moaned louder and louder. The urge to offer herself to her partner, this animal need to feel him even closer to her, inside her, this urge was overwhelming her, taking with it the remnants of her embarrassment and fear.
17 sensed this change. He could feel Ruri's heart beating faster, while at the same time her body relaxed.
The young woman was beginning to spread her legs slightly. He could clearly see that she was acting unconsciously. That she wanted him. That he was only so close to goal, so close to finally making her his.
"I want you so much, my Ruri," he said to himself, taking a few final seconds to contemplate her, in all her youth, in all her beauty, in that passive docility she showed that drove him mad with passion. He, who had lost so much of his ability to feel emotions, did not really know what to do with this sensory overload that completely overwhelmed him. This human, his human, was awakening so many things in him that he thought he had lost forever.
- Hang on, he whispered in her ear.
- Yes, she answered in a whisper, before running her hands along 17's neck.
Then he took her tenderly in his arms. She was light as a feather to him. He smiled at this thought as he walked to the bed. Ruri, on the other hand, let herself go completely. The superhuman magnitude of 17's strength was no longer unknown to her. But even though she hardly noticed it in her daily life, feeling the extent of his power at this very moment gave her a strange feeling. It made her feel small, insignificant, submissive to him.
And she loved it, although she was a little ashamed to admit it to herself.
She blushed, and was still a little embarrassed when he laid her down and stood over her.
After a glance at Ruri, 17 took off his shirt. The rare moonbeams that managed to penetrate the room illuminated his body with a pale glow, yet allowing Ruri to see him perfectly despite the nightfall. Under this Selenite light, the blue of his eyes became clear and brilliant, pure as a crystal. The metallic grey of his eyes made him more beautiful than ever. His shapely muscles, as finely cut as ever, seemed even more robust, their strength as if enhanced by the contrasting shadows the bright flashes formed on him. She looked at his body above hers, imposing and reassuring at the same time.
17 smiled.
Without saying a word.
As if he was waiting for a gesture from her, her permission to continue.
- You've changed your mind? she finally asked, playfully.
Surprised for a short time, 17 did not let himself be destabilized for very long and approached her as close as possible.
- I have never desired anything stronger than you, human. I desire you more than I've ever desired freedom, he whispered in her ear as he removed the last of her remaining clothes one by one.
He then spent long, endless and delicious minutes, covering her entire body with kisses and caresses. From her chest to her belly, down her legs, up to her crotch, Ruri felt the pressure of his lips on her and the surprising softness of his powerful hands. Little by little, desire was growing in 17. A desire that he contained with difficulty but that he loved to feel so much. Brief images sprang from the depths of his memory. Memories guided these gestures, previous experiences came back in the form of distant flashes of which he only perceived obscure snippets.
But he knew what to do.
And he felt in turn all the pleasure that was offered to him, the enjoyment that this body that gave itself could bring him.
Those fingers tenderly brushed the surface of her sex, before slowly working their way in. Sliding into her faster and faster, in time with Ruri's sighs, 17 relished her growing wetness. Every second she became wetter, hotter, he could feel it on his skin.
"More... I want more ..."
The desire to be inside her, completely, totally, assailed him with force. The desire to take her, to make her his, only his, became an urgency almost vital. But at the same time, a part of him shuddered with ease to hear her moan, to see her trembling, to feel her faint only because of what he was doing to her.
He looked at her greedily, with an immense hunger for her.
When he saw her, lying under him, spreading her legs more and more, his instinct took over for a few seconds. Plunging his head between her thighs, he began to kiss each of them, several times. Small kisses, simple and quick, almost shy compared to the ones he had covered her with before, but which acted like multitudes of terribly exquisite discharges for Ruri.
Her cries of pleasure and surprise, embarrassment and desire, ardor and restraint, all mixed together, were all calls that encouraged 17 to continue.
"I want more..."
He wanted more.
More of her.
He wanted to own every piece, every part of her being.
His lips were so close to her sex.
To devour her. That was what he wanted.
"More..."
He wanted more and more.
Nothing had never seemed more difficult than to resist the impulse that now nagged his lower abdomen, to contain the fury of life that awoke in him. Gently, he let his tongue through, first brushing the edges of her sex, then, emboldened by the moans of his partner, exploring every nooks.
Ruri arched her back almost immediately, crying out in shock, but not pushing him away. She just had the strength to put her hand on 17's head, torn between her apprehension and the dazzling pleasure that this new caress provoked. Not daring to look up at him, she turned her head to the side. There, through the window, she could see the beauty of the starry sky.
There they were, the two of them, alone in the middle of the ocean. Not a sound other than the gentle rocking of the waves could reach them.
17 did not stop.
Cajoling.
Titillating.
Licking.
Gently taking this gift that life was offering him in his mouth.
Ruri whimpered, her body as if supplicated with ecstasy.
17 gradually felt a salty taste, still unknown, invade his palate.
"You're so... delicious," he thought at once, amazed.
She liked it.
She liked what he was doing to her.
He knew it, understood it, without knowing how, without knowing why.
When he finally got up, he took her in his arms.
Her whole body was shaking, and he could no longer feel the slightest tension in her muscles. She was moaning, panting, but mostly completely relaxed. Like a rag doll, lascivious and without energy between his arms.
For a few minutes, Ruri had been unable to react. First because of embarrassment, not really knowing what she should do. Then by a kind of involuntary selfishness. So much pleasure, so much sweetness, so many pleasant sensations were arising, emanating from every inch of her body, that she had ended up abandoning herself to it almost completely.
However, when 17 stopped, she regained consciousness and began to look at him.
He was smiling, again.
Differently.
Often, he had a little smirk on his face that made him look a little mocking. But this time, it had nothing to do with that. He looked as if he had calmed down.
He was happy.
She read the look in his eyes, this look that could pierce her through and through like no human blade could ever do.
She saw his desire, and again, she loved it.
He, who with the others was distant, almost a stranger to everything around him, with her he was a completely different person.
He, who was so powerful, who could obtain everything by force if he wanted to, was thoughtful, cautious, attentive with her.
She made him vibrate. She was the only one who could break through the shell that cyberization and the suffering he had experienced had built around him.
Now at the edge of the precipice, she only had to have the courage to let herself fall. She breathed in, deeply, then closed her eyes. As if to pass the obstacle.
For months now that they had been traveling together, 17 was getting to know her well, and he understood immediatly.
Without taking his eyes off Ruri for a second, he took off his pants. He saw her shudder at every sound he made while undressing. Of course, he didn't want to rush her and did his best to go as smoothly as possible. Still, he couldn't help but be a little amused by this human who was so proud that she didn't dare tell him she was simply afraid to see him naked.
He approached slowly.
Ruri could feel his skin, pressed against hers. The warmth of his body. The hardness of his lower abdomen now pressed against her hips. The density of his muscles, which she stroked shyly, seemed even greater than usual, as he lay on top of her, weighing down with all his weight.
She could feel his heartbeat through his chest.
Should she touch him? Tell him something? Help him? But help him with what? He seemed to know perfectly well what he was doing. She suddenly felt ridiculous, standing there with her eyes closed. He must have thought she was a fool. He probably thought she was pathetic.
"Open your eyes, you idiot !" she thought, "do something, anything!"
But she was afraid. Fear of displeasing him, fear of the unknown, fear of this intimacy between them. Fear of doing the wrong thing, too much or not enough. She began to feel him begin to enter her. He was moving slowly. This slowness was almost painful.
The fear of pain.
"What should I do? What does he want from me? I can't say stop now..."
Fear, all raw, gripped her.
- Ruri, look at me.
Instantly she opened her eyes again. 17 was staring at her with an unprecedented tenderness in his eyes. In one single second, her anxiety vanished.
- Do you trust me? he asked.
- Yes, more than anyone else, Ruri murmured.
They exchanged a sweet, long kiss.
17 was always careful to control his strength so as not to hurt her when he took her in his arms. This time, however, he was more than careful. He was delicate, which was not at all in his usual nature. Why was he doing this? Where did this deep desire to take care of her come from? The physical desire was still there, of course. With each passing second, he craved her more and more.
But something even more intense was being born in his heart. He was aware of it, but had no way of describing it.
When they stopped kissing, they were both smiling.
Forehead to forehead, eyes both wide open, they remained like that, their respective gazes plunged into each other's. Talking was now useless.
Without a word, 17 finally penetrated her, gently, then with a quicker movement. He felt the barrier of her innocence break beneath him, while Ruri suddenly stiffened under the force of a sharp burn that drew a small cry of pain from her.
Immediately, 17 brought his lips to her face and began to cover them with soft kisses.
He waited, patiently.
The pain quickly faded, and Ruri relaxed again gradually.
They were finally fully reunited.
17 could feel the moisture of Ruri's body on his sex, coating him with a gentle warmth.
During their first experience he had felt a crazy excitement to lavish her with caresses and to see her come before his eyes. Now, for the first time, he was experiencing pleasure himself. A purely physical pleasure. This sensation on his skin was extraordinary and unexpected at the same time.
In Gero's laboratory, during his fight and of course his absorption by Cell, at all these moments in his life his body had been a source of great suffering for him.
But not anymore.
Ruri overwhelmed all his senses, she was so sensual, so beautiful, so alive.
He wanted her. Totally.
Feeling that she was ready again, without taking his eyes off her, he instinctively began to move inside her. Finally united, both of them, they definitely did not need to speak. Their bodies alone moved together, taming each second more.
Not another word.
Only the sound of the waves, giving rhythm to their embrace, overlaying the sounds of their breaths mingled with each other. As these enchanting seconds passed, the room began to fill again with faint moans. After the pain and stupor that the latter had created, little by little, pleasure returned for Ruri as well. A pleasure of another kind, more diffuse. First light, simply pleasant. Then stronger and stronger.
Being taken by a man.
This sensation of being penetrated, of receiving in the hollow of her hips a part of the other.
Seeing him above her, so peaceful, so smiling. Feeling him, so hard and so tender at the same time. Feeling empty when he receded, and so full of him when he came back into her.
"Again..."
This thought came to her, gradually.
She wanted more.
But what to do?
Tell him. She had to tell him. To keep him going.
She had to dare to tell him.
- Again, please, she finally managed to whisper.
17 felt as if he had only lived to hear her say that word.
Pushing a grunt of satisfaction, he stopped holding back. One hand on her breast, the other gripping her butt, he began to accelerate, a little, then more and more. He began to kiss again, first her succulent lips, then her cheeks, and finally plunging his face against the thin skin of her neck, he did not leave her neck that he covered with intense kisses.
It was faster, but also stronger.
Each blow of his lower abdomen gave Ruri a pleasure more and more intense, which gradually rose to invade her entire being.
More.
She wanted more.
17 saw her arch her back slightly, as if to welcome him further. She wrapped her legs around his waist and placed her hands on his burning chest.
She was still moaning, more intensely.
What a wonderful sound, which 17 never tired of hearing.
She wanted more, and he wanted more than anything in the world to give her more.
So he continued, again and again, faster and harder, following the pace of Ruri's sighs of pleasure, going deeper and deeper, as far as she allowed him. Little by little, he too, was beginning to let himself be invaded. Overflow. Her skin against his, her intoxicating smell. 17 could no longer keep his consciousness intact.
The tension was growing in his lower back. He could not keep his eyes open any longer, so much he felt the ecstasy rising.
He wanted everything at once: to make this moment last, for all eternity, but also to let himself go, to free this flow that was only asking to spring up. To hold back or to let go. To continue or to enjoy. What a delicious dilemma.
But he preferred to continue, again and again. The movement of his hips was getting more and more intense. Ruri felt him inside her, getting harder and harder. She could hear his faint moans, he who was usually so silent. She felt the pressure of his hands on her hips, her butt, her breasts. He held it more and more firmly, sinking his fingers into her flesh as if to better possess her, taken by an urgency to live he had never felt.
He wanted to make her his. Completely.
Their bodies were covered with sweat, the drops of which mingled and intermingled. Both of them were gradually losing consciousness. Strangers to the world around them. Only present for each other. Forehead to forehead. Body against body. Their breaths, in unison, getting shorter and shorter as their pleasure approached.
And finally, in a final jerk, 17 felt all the passion he had been holding back escape from him. Never before had he felt a sensation like this. A wave of pleasure, burning, terrible, devastating, that washed over everything in its path. He was breathless. He pushed a long moan, his body first fully contracted and then immediately totally numb. A final release, before giving up.
Ruri felt the proof of his orgasm flowing through her. She had felt the arching of his back as he came fully, completely, to unite with her.
Giving oneself and abandoning oneself. Belonging to the other.
For a few seconds they had been one.
They stood still, each savouring this unprecedented well-being, this satisfaction of all their senses. When they opened their eyes again, they knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Ruri wanted him to stay inside her, forever., so much She let out a slight complaint when she felt him withdraw, with a very gentle movement of his pelvis.
17 lay down beside her without a word. He looked as if he was stunned.
Her body shaking with tremors, Ruri hesitated only a brief moment before snuggling up to him. She wasn't afraid anymore, not at all. Resting her head against 17's chest, she noticed the rapid pace of his breathing and the frightening speed of his heartbeat. He was sticky, dripping with perspiration.
- But you're out of breath! she exclaimed.
- Yes, and? replied 17, intrigued by her reaction.
- I thought you never got tired?
- Out of breath and tired are two different things.
- So you can sweat and be out of breath if you make an effort?
- Yes.
- Fascinating.
- Thank you.
- But aren't you tired then?
- Why, 17 asked with a smile, do you want to do it again?
- Could you?
- Absolutely. I'm inexhaustible, human, he told her, in that devilishly seductive low tone he knew how to use at the right moment.
And as he did so, he grabbed Ruri by the waist and kissed her with an ardor that almost took her breath away. When he stopped, the young woman was all red. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were bewildered, she was so cute that 17 really had to make a superhuman effort to calm his body, which just wanted to take her again, right there, right now.
Instead, he preferred to tenderly caress her cheek.
"How beautiful you are..." he thought, even if this words did not come out of his mouth.
17 still didn't realize that he needed to express what he was feeling, and that Ruri would probably need to hear him tell her how happy he was, how good it felt to be with her. But now the young woman knew. She knew he was different. And that he should probably not be held responsible for his silences. His gentleness, his caresses, his gaze ... it was enough for her.
She smiled, and wrapped her arms around him before giving him a very light kiss.
"One day I'll tell you. I'll tell you that I love you. And you'd better answer me, tin can," she said to herself, before suddenly starting to laugh.
- Why are you laughing ? questioned 17.
- Hahaha. Nothing, it's just that right now I'm realizing two things.
- What?
- First of all, your body is finally relaxed. Your muscles are not as hard as usual. You're kind of soft.
- Soft?
- Not soft, maybe relaxed. You see, chilling is exactly that.
- Ah.
- I finally figured out how to get you to let go of the pressure. And so, second finding, you are indeed sensitive to endorphins. Mr. Cyborg, you are in fact massively biological.
- Ah.
- But that's a good thing, right?
- I guess so.
- Rooooh come on, it's not that bad, right?
- Yes, I must admit that.
They looked at each other, and both laughed.
17 was indeed just fine.
As if wrapped in a cottony cloth. For so many years he had been constantly on guard, ready to fight at any moment. Not to make the same mistake again. Not to lose again.
But that night, on that boat, in that bed, in Ruri's arms, he could finally relax.
As if his long flight was coming to an end.
As if he was taking back control of his life.
As if he had found his own way.
