Chapter 1
"So." Growled Elder Maxson. "It appears we've arrived at an impasse." His teeth clenched as did his fists. Paladin Danse exiting the bunker still alive was evidence enough. I have disobeyed my orders of blind betrayal to assassinate the synth. To say Maxson was furious would be a great understatement.
"Allowing Danse to live undermines everything the Brotherhood stands for, yet you insist that he remains alive!" Each word he spoke grew brassier with wrath. His hands shook with vehemence as they hovered over his gun, ready to take out the synth himself.
Arthur's hands motioned away from his gun, and instead antagonistically pointed his finger to Danse. "Which leaves me to a single alternative." He took a step towards the Paladin, not breaking detestable gazes. "Danse, as far as I'm concerned, you're dead. You were pursued, and slain by this Brotherhood Knight and your remains were incinerated. From this day forward, you are forbidden to set foot on the Prydwen, or speak to anyone from the Brotherhood of Steel. Should you choose to ignore me, know, you'll be fired upon immediately. Do we understand each other?" His frustration refused to cease.
Danse let out a sigh of liberation and gave a welcoming smile. "I do. Thank you for believing in me Arthur." Danse's voice was kind and generous, the exact opposite of Elder's.
"Don't mistake my mercy for acceptance. The only reason you're still alive, is because of her." He snapped his head to hatefully glower at me.
"I'm returning to the Prydwen Knight, take some time, say your goodbyes. And then I expect to see you there." He turned away and walked back to his Vertibird. "We still have the institute do deal with." He grunted as he left.
I turned my head over to Danse, expectant to see him crack under the stress of betrayal. Instead, I saw him glowing with a smirk of contentment. He then bowed his head and shook it, while letting out a grieving sigh. "It took a hell of a lot of guts to stand up to Maxson like that." He turned his head to look at me.
"Friends take care of each other, no matter what." I responded as happily as conceivable.
"That they do." Danse answered me. It seemed with everything going on, he wasn't letting anything break his spirits. "Which Is why I've decided to stay here"
His last comment took me off guard. Stay there? Living in a bunker in the middle of the Commonwealth? He couldn't be serious.
His face grew stern. He was doing what he could to perform the professional etiquette that he displayed when we first became acquainted at the police station. "I didn't plan on spending the rest of my days at this old listening post, but it will have to do. Besides, you're still gonna need my help, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let you wonder the Commonwealth alone." He walked towards the bunker, but didn't stop looking into my eyes. "Now. you better get back to the Prydwen. In the meantime, I'll start making this bunker more livable. If you ever need me, I'll be right here."
His voice was so masculine and strong; I didn't want to be away from it. Danse was great at hiding his weaknesses in front of others. On the outside I was more upset than he was, but I knew on the inside he was absolutely devastated. His whole life has been dedicated to the Brotherhood of Steel. Now he had nothing... except for...me.
I gave Danse a few days to himself to enjoy some much needed personal space. I wasn't ready to go back to the Prydwen. I wasn't ready to see that douchebag Elder Maxson after what he did to Danse. I may never forgive Maxson for the way he treated his most enthusiastic member of the Brotherhood! After everything Danse has done for the faction, Maxson let his own bigotry and ignorance lose his most devoted member. Regrettably, even with an asshole leader, the Brotherhood was the answer to saving the Commonwealth and more importantly, getting me back my son.
I took my time away from Danse to spend some time with my companion Preston. But no matter how greatly we improved Sanctuary, or how many settlements we helped, I couldn't get Danse off of my mind. After once again liberating the same farmer's wife from raiders, I excused Preston to go back to Sanctuary so that I could go see Danse...alone.
I fast traveled to the bunker, I couldn't be away from Danse anymore. He's the only thing that's been occupying my thoughts ever since he saved me from the Mother Deathclaw in the Museum of Witchcraft. If it wasn't for him going with me, I would have been slain while collecting eggs. Ever since that day I've been keeping him by my side for the sake of my own security. But now I want him to be near me for other motives.
I arrived at the bunker to see Danse. Seeing his face filled me with a bliss I haven't felt since before the war. I inhaled and exhaled quickly, getting my posture upright for the ex-Paladin. "Danse." I commanded.
He had a look on his face that made it seem like he was as pleased to see me as I was him. "Ready." He replied with one word before following.
We fast traveled to Diamond City. I was in no mood to walk through the inhospitable surroundings of the Commonwealth, and I had plenty of supplies to trade from the settlements I rescued. After selling the Raider armor and collecting my bottle caps, I found it appropriate to have a drink at the Dugout Inn. Between the fast travel, the selling, and entering the bar area, Danse kept silent. Vadim served me my warm beer that tasted like something was swimming in it. He spoke to me in his strong accent but I ignored him as I tried to keep a straight face while sipping stale, post-apocalyptic booze.
"If you have a moment, I have something...personal I'd like to discuss." Danse finally spoke after we were the only ones left in the bar.
I looked both ways to see that we were virtually unaccompanied. Whatever he was going to say to me was going to stay between the two of us, because not even Vadim was paying any consideration. Danse has never opened up before. He has always been strictly about his career and his soldiers. For the first time, he was going to be speaking about himself. "Are you ok, Danse?" I questioned with apprehension.
"I'm sorry." He let out a panicky sigh that I've never thought I would hear from him. "I really thought this would be easier to talk about. There's so much I want to say, but I don't know where to start." For as long as I have known Danse, his words and activities have been authoritative and self-assured. But now, he sounded timorous. It was a side of him that I never thought conceivable.
"Take it easy Danse." I smiled at him with soft words. "Whatever it is, I'll help you work through it."
"I don't know if anything will help me work through it." He answered directly with a grimace. His forehead began to wrinkle in exasperation. "I've spent my entire life..or at least what I perceive as my life...following a plan to shape my own future." His arms swung heavy at his side. His power armor as well as his stress have been fatiguing him. "But since my banishment, I feel lost...almost like I exist without a purpose." He looked away from me in indignity.
I leaned myself over to get a better look at his face, and he turned back to face me. He observed at me with despair. "For the first time since that moment I signed up with the Brotherhood, I don't have all the answers. I don't have a plan. And it scares the hell out of me."
I was privileged that he was presenting this delicate side to me. I'm sure nobody in the Brotherhood has ever seen him like this, not even his most trustworthy soldiers. "What you've gone through would throw anyone for a loop. You're just confused." I failed at choosing my reassuring words.
"You're damn right I'm confused!" He snapped back at me. His words grew fuming. "I'm a machine that thinks like a human, who was trained to hunt the very thing I've become. Don't you understand? Everything I had, everything I knew is gone!" His eyes became misty. His tone grew and his voice began to crack. "In the span of a few hours, my identity was ripped from me and my world turned upside down. At least what you had was something tangible...something real. Your husband, your son...they were living, breathing humans who loved you and cared for you." Danse began to full blown bellow at me. "Those sons of bitches who created me couldn't even be bothered to implant memories of siblings or parents! I don't even know how much of my own past is artificial, and how much is real! Can you even imagine that?"
His face creased in rage as he continued to vent. "I started out as nothing, and I've ended up as nothing...and I don't know what the hell to do about it."
I kept my words lenient, hoping that he will come down from his enragement. "I'm truly sorry Danse. I guess I never realized how deeply this affected you."
"I appreciate that." He squinted at me and sighed. "I suppose you're right. Maybe I'm just missing the point." His started to become tranquil. "My life's starting over, and I need to come to terms with everything I've lost and everything I've gained. Which includes something important you've made me realize." A small smile began to form. "I don't know if it's friendship, or an anomaly in my programming. After all, I'm not really human. But whatever it is, I can't deny that I'm feeling closer to you than anyone else I've ever met."
"I feel the same way, Danse." My words slipped out. "I'm only hoping it's more than just...friendship." I hesitated.
His eyes grew big. "Are you saying," He paused, and gawked at me in doubt. "Are you saying that you're...in love with me?" His wide eyed countenance transitioned into a confused stare. "This doesn't make any sense. After everything the brotherhood taught you, how could you be in love with...well, a machine?"
"If you were just a machine, would we be having this conversation?" I tilted my head at him.
"I don't know." He couldn't look at me. "I'm not certain what the institute embedded into my brain to handle things like this. If I was human, wouldn't this be a hell of a lot easier?"
I cupped his cheeks in my palm and turned his head towards me, securing eye contact. "You're not a machine Danse. In fact, you're more human than most people could ever hope to be."
He placed his hands on mine as I held his face. He didn't break his gaze. "You don't know how much it means to me to hear you say that." He whispered to me, fighting back waterworks. We observed each other in stillness for a moment before he took my hands off his face and began to move away from me. "Look," he said decisively. "I'm not going to lie to you. You're going to have to be patient with me. Coming to terms with these...well, human feelings is going to be a very difficult journey." He turned back to face me. "But if we can tackle those obstacles together, I think that this relationship could last a very long time."
His countenance finally calmed as he looked at me and I him. For a moment it seemed that we were the only two people in the world, and that nothing else was around us. Our faces leaned closer to each other's and our eyelids began to close. With my partially opened eyes I saw Danse tilt his head and part his lips as he stretched for my face. As soon as we both realized what we were doing, our eyes got huge and we backed off from each other.
"It's late, I'd better get a room for the night." I blurted out. In one swift, awkward move I scooted back my chair and got up, not even finishing my swampy beverage. Danse's face flushed as I evacuated away from him and towards Yefim and exchanged bottle caps for a room. I darted in and hastily shut the door behind me. I leaned on the door and thought to myself about how cute it was that the institute made it so their synths could blush.
I removed my armor and stored it in the drawers provided for me. I unzipped my Vault 111 jumpsuit and began to pull it down my shoulders. Without a knock, the door opened. I yanked my suit back on to cover myself and prepare to yell at Vadim for barging in without knocking. However, when I looked up, it was Danse standing in the threshold.
"My apologies Knight, but there were no other rooms and I was told my only option was to share or sleep on a couch." Danse obviously lied. There were plenty of rooms thanks to the Inn's slow business. But I liked the thought of having a sleepover with him.
"It's fine Paladin." I attempted to sound stern and professional as I zipped back up my suit. "Make yourself comfortable, get some rest, and we'll head out in the morning."
He rolled his eyes and shook his head at me as I was trying to act like I was in control. His power armor hissed as it released and let him free. I watched as he stepped down from his metal suit. The only time I ever saw him without his armor was at the bunker, but I was too distracted by my orders to truly look at him. The institute did a fine job crafting his aesthetics. Through his skin tight jumpsuit, I could see the ripples of his muscles.
He raised an eyebrow as he caught me ogling. I swiftly looked the opposite direction ashamed. The zipper in the front of my jumpsuit was jammed right at my cleavage. I angrily wrenched at it, trying to set it free to conceal myself. Without an expression, he walked over and placed his hand over my fingers.
"Stuck?" He questioned me. "Let me help." Since it was obvious I was trying to zip my suit up, I figured that's what he meant. I wanted to stay modest for him, because I assumed maintaining a professional companionship was the best for the two of us right now. I jumped back and screamed in surprise when he bit down on his lip and pulled my zipper down full force, exposing my bra.
My jaw dropped in mortification as I pulled my now torn jumpsuit closed with my hands. He snickered at my bashfulness. He walked towards me and I didn't step back. His hands cupped the side of my jaw as he pushed his face into mine to kiss me. I couldn't resist him anymore. I've been hungry for Danse's body for months now, I just never figured he'd feel the same for me. Him touching me seemed like it was always just going to be strictly in my dreams.
My grip released from my suit and I touched his profile. His face was prickly and sharp from his beard. I moved my hands up to his thick, dark hair and pulled it with my fingers. "Annie." He whispered my name. "I don't want you like this." He pressed his forehead to mine and stared deeply into my eyes as I looked at him in confusion. "I NEED you like this!" He undid my bra with a single hand and pulled the straps off my shoulders, fully revealing my breasts. He bent down and scooped his arms underneath my legs, lifting me up above him. I wrapped my legs around his torso and constricted him. I never broke grip of his hair or gaze at his eyes. He continued to look up at me as he walked over to the bed.
As soon as we reached the end of the bed he hurled me onto it. I bounced on my back and looked up at him as he rapidly scuttled to be on top of me. He clinched his legs onto the side of my hips and pressed his chest down onto my exposed breasts. He moved up and down, my bare breasts rubbing on his uniform. I took my hands and pulled at his clothes, looking for some way to disrobe him. After an unsuccessful effort to take off the top of his clothes, he sat up and undid the top of his orange jumpsuit. He pulled it down enough so the shirt part hung over his waist, divulging his entire upper body.
His body was the poster display for masculinity. His shoulders were extensive and strong. His pectorals and his abs were rock hard and rippled, containing the perfect amount of subtle body hair. I reached my hands up and ran my fingers through the trail of his fur around his belly button. My fingers grazed along the knots of abs underneath the delicate amount of wiry, black hair.
He grabbed my wrists and yanked them away from his physique and up over my head. Pushing down on my wrists, he forcefully shoved his tongue down into my mouth. I could feel his hardening bulge rubbing up against my leg. I wanted it inside me so bad. He was teasing me by keeping his pants on and not allowing me to feel its bare lower body flesh against me. His face left my mouth and buried into my neck. My fingers began to tingle with his dominating grip on my wrists.
After eventually letting go of my wrists, he propped himself up so that his body was no longer pressing up against mine. He left space in between our bodies so that he could reach down and pull off the rest of my jumpsuit. I wiggled my body underneath him to make it easier for him to confiscate my clothes. The fabric was removed from my arms, then the rest of my upper body, but by the time he was pulling it off my hips it got stuck. His lust made him intolerant, so he forcefully wrenched it down, tearing it at the side so that it was easier to get me fully nude.
I tucked my legs in and wrapped my arms around my body, nervous on what he was going to think about my nudity. "Annie," he smiled at my shyness as he pulled my legs apart and crawled between them. I was there naked and fully exposed for him, but his pants were still on as he creeped back up my body. I enfolded my legs once again around his torso as he nibbled at my face and suckled at my neck. I extended my head in the opposite direction so that he could have more to put his mouth on.
I could feel my wetness rubbing on his stomach as he moved himself down my body. He cupped one of my breasts in his hand and began to caress my nipples with his tongue. His other hand he gently stroked my stomach, making me fidget with exhilaration underneath him. "Danse!" I exclaimed under my breath as he switched over and started biting my opposite breast. With both hands he clasped my breasts and switched back and forth with biting and suckling each one. I brought my hands down to scrape my nails up his back. I broke his skin with my grating as he bit down hard onto me. "Danse!" I excitedly whispered his name once again, hoping for him to not break and go harder.
Eventually he stopped with my breasts and moved down to kiss my belly, his hands squeezing at my curved sides. "I need to have my mouth on every inch of your body!" His words were muffled as he pressed his mouth against my flesh. Each kiss moved lower and lower, until his face was below my belly button and right above my sex. I could feel myself growing wetter with each time he had his mouth on me. He continued to tease me as he put his hands on the insides of my thighs and pushed them open. I could feel his teeth scraping the inside of my legs as he moved his face up each one.
After having him nibble up and down each leg I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted him inside me. I reached up for him as he sat back on his knees, massaging and kissing my inner leg. He loved feeling me get frustrated with desire beneath him. He put himself forward so he was over me again, each of his hand on the side of my head. Our gazes didn't break contact as he gently waved his hips so that I could feel his covered bulge rubbing on my sex. He put his fingers through my hair and grasped firmly, pulling my head back so that he could get a full look at my face.
Releasing one of his hands, he reached down and cupped my sex. I gasped at the feeling of his hand fully covering me. He smiled at my reaction and leaned forward to suckle my neck again. My breathing grew deeper as I felt him slip a finger past my lower lips. I arched my back and groaned as he made rapid, circular motions on my clit. My mouth opened and I arched my back in ecstasy as his hand moved faster and faster. I tried saying his name again, but the pleasure I was feeling made it impossible to form a full word.
He lifted his head from my neck so that he could watch my facial expression as he rubbed me. My open mouth was an opportunity for him to shove his tongue back inside of it. I felt his tongue deep inside my mouth as he went from rubbing my clit to sticking a finger inside of me. He kept his thumb on my clit and his pointer and middle finger inside of me so that he could pleasure both my inside and outside. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders to pull him in closer. His rubbing grew to be so pleasurable I had to break my face away from his kiss so that I could let out a louder moan.
He didn't bother to shush me, he liked my noises and movements. He removed his hand from my sex and brought it back up to squeeze my breasts. His hand was damp with my arousal, and I felt the wetness from his hand lubricate my breast. He brought himself back down and kissed around my belly button again. He lowered himself more so that his mouth was on the outside of my sex.
"Danse." I called out to him. "Danse wait." I sat up and scooted away from him.
"What is it?" He crawled up to me confused.
"Don't we need protection?" I asked, nervously.
"No worries baby. My power armor and Gatling laser gun are right over there in case anything happens." He explained to me as he pulled at my legs to straighten me out on the bed again.
He didn't understand why I began to laugh at him. Two hundred years altered a lot of things, and I guess one of those things were the use of condoms. Or maybe the institute made their synths sterile and disease free so that rubber wasn't needed. Either way, I felt safe with Danse and anticipated nothing more but his body on mine.
He wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled me towards his face. I felt his tongue go through my lower lips and lap at my clit. He flicked his tongue up and down, side to side. My breathing developed disoriented rhythm as he buried his face in deeper in my sex. He moved his head from side to side so that his tongue could get every inch of my clit. I closed my eyes and stroked his hair as he licked and sucked. What started out as a relaxing experience grew into a whole new practice. Danse was into pleasuring me with his mouth more than any man from my past.
I've never had somebody make me feel this good with their mouth before. Usually getting eaten out was a bothersome fragment of foreplay. But Danse was a pro. If he didn't stop, I was going to climax into his mouth. Each flick of the tongue felt better than the last. I couldn't contain myself anymore. I began to uncontrollably buck my hips in pleasure. He tightened his grasp of my legs and pulled me back down to the bed so he could finish the job. I pulled at his hair and squeezed his head between my legs. Every time my hips would buck in pleasure, he would pull me back down with his arms wrapped around my legs.
"Danse!" I shot my hands from his head to the pillow above me, "Danse stop I'm gonna cum!" I continued to call out his name and it made him bury his head deeper and flick his tongue harder. He took my threat as a challenge. "Shit!" I crumpled my face as I felt myself climax from his mouth. My whole body contracted and slightly spasmed from the orgasm, and Danse was loving every part of it. My fists compressed the sheets at my side as I squirted into his mouth.
I swiftly scooted away from him after my orgasm so that I could catch my breath. He sat up and crawled so that he could be alongside me. His scruffy face was shiny with my fluid and all it did was make him grin. He placed his arm around me to tug me close. I went on my side and used his pecs as my pillow. He chuckled with pride at my panting. He seized me tight with both his arms as I held onto him with my arm resting on his abs.
His torso moved up and down under my head. I pressed my ear and listened to his insides. He had a heartbeat, a loud one at that. I could also hear lungs and breathing. His scent was no different than a regular mans, and his skin was as soft as any humans. Synths like Danse were made to be like any normal human, from their heartbeat to even their smell. The only real difference was that he knew how to work his mouth better than any human male.
"I guess it's your turn." I lifted my head and whispered to him. He wasn't going to refuse. I looked down at his legs to see that his pants were still on, constricting his swelling arousal. He positioned himself so that he could lay flat and easier to access. I grabbed at the sides of his pants and pulled down. He lifted up his hips so that I could better strip him. He reached down and helped me with his undressing. I pulled his pants down to his knees and his erect cock sprung free.
My face became fraught in intimidation as I gazed upon his aroused manhood. Synth men were much, MUCH bigger in comparison to human men. Danse bit his lip and began to stroke himself to entice me. I slowly moved up to it, gawking at its colossal size. I wrapped my hand around it. He was so wide that my fingers couldn't even touch my thumb as I grasped it. I moved my hand up and down its length, mentally measuring it, wondering how it fits into anything.
I loved Danse. And even if his size was going to make me uncomfortable, I was willing to take it to satisfy him. He relaxed his head back into his pillow and lightly moaned as I fondled him. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and put it on the head. I salivated down the shaft so that I could have lubrication as I jerked him. I twisted my head and hand in opposite directions as I moved up and down. His breathing intensified as I proceeded.
Due to his remarkable length, I was only able to get my mouth about half way down him before his tip touched the back of my throat, gagging me. I had to be dependent on my hand to do most of the toil in pleasuring him. I made a vacuum suck with my mouth every time I lifted my head. As I continued, his breathing became more powerful. I repositioned myself in between his legs so I could be at a more comfortable approach to fulfill his craving. His closed eyes scrunched with every stroke. With my free hand, I gently massaged his sack while continuing to suck him.
His hips began to move with my rhythm. He gripped the hair on the back of my head in his hands and moved my head to synchronize with his upward hip thrusts. "You're amazing at this." He muttered to me. His mouth opened and his breaths became hastier. His head curled backwards as he was in too much satisfaction to be able to continue speaking clearly.
A ribbon of drool linked my mouth to his dick. I wiped it off my lips and used the saliva on my hand to stroke him faster. I spit on his cock a few more times to make my hands slicker. I moved my face to underneath his balls and began to eat it out like he did me. I had one hand stroking his dick, one fondling his balls, and had my face eating out underneath him at the same time.
His fingers clasped the sheets as he bucked his hips more savagely. "I can't take that anymore!" he hauled me from between his legs and up to his face. His elevated lust progressed his once supple, affectionate kisses into borderline face eating. My nipples hardened as my breasts were massaged by his slightly bushy upper body. He gripped both his hands on my hips and guided my position so that he could be inside of me.
I felt the fleshy tip of his manhood poking the outside of my sex. He pulled my hips and fidgeted until he could find my entrance. I flinched as I felt myself stretching to fit his enormous size. He cursed at me as he deliberately went deeper. My wetness dripped down him, making his cock slicker and more lubricated for a comfortable penetration. He gripped his hands on my shoulders and continued to push me down. He clenched his teeth as my tightness squeezed his manhood in an embrace in which he was still getting used to. We both let out a breath of relief as he was finally able to get all the way in.
"Easy..." I winced, still trying to get used to the thickness. He cuddled my body tight to his, comforting me as I got used to his penetration. He kept one hand on the curve of my back and the other petting my hair. Every time he would move his hips up into me, I would squeak in discomfort. Danse quieted me and continued to talk to me in a soft voice to ease me. He turned my head so that we were locked gazes. Our breathing synchronized with the motions.
As we continued, my body grew accustomed to his size and uneasiness became enjoyment. He could feel me beginning to luxuriate so he went faster. He drew my face back into his so he could push his tongue into my mouth. I then supported myself by placing both my hands on his shoulders and sitting up. He moved his hands back to my hips to guide my movement with his. I was finally taking his whole cock comfortably inside of me, and I loved it. I pushed on his chest and bounced on my knees so that I could ride him with full control of my gesticulation. He loved being inside me as considerably as I did. He threw my hips up and down and propelled himself in and out of me ferociously.
"Fucking ride me." He swore at me. "Ride that dick." He groaned louder as I continued to control the speed of our intercourse. I picked up speed, still feeling myself stretch against his girth. After a few minutes of me going rough on him, he pulled my hips down and motioned for me to stop. "Slow down, I'm not ready to be done yet!" He complained to me. Scrunching his face, his breathing was coarse as he tried to avert climaxing. Opening his eyes, he gazed up at me and playfully winked.
While still inside of me, he flipped over so that he was on top. I arched my back so that he could reach his arms underneath, holding me close while in missionary. The air from his breathing was hot on my mouth. He couldn't stop gawking at me while he moved in and out of me. At first his movements were slow, but then he began to move himself out farther and thrust in deeper. I let out a cry of bliss as I felt his tip hit against my cervix.
He took his arms from behind my back, and moved his grasp to my breasts. He fully extended his arms and pressed down on my chest, driving me down into the bed. My tightness was making it difficult for him to keep fitting in, so I wrapped my legs around his waist to prevent his cock from being pushed out from my narrow walls. To go harder, he let go of my breasts and put his hands on my shoulders. Every time he thrusted forward, he pulled my hips down so that I took him rougher. I gripped his vascular forearms and moved my hips so they collided with his harder. Beads of sweat fell off his face and onto my abdomen as he accelerated. Danse was making me feel so much ecstasy, I didn't care if everybody in the Commonwealth heard my screaming.
Hindering his motion, he took one of the hands off my shoulders to grip at my hair and lean in for another rough kiss. Kissing gracefully became an impossibility with our aroused hyperventilating. Pulling out, he pulled my leg around so that I lay on my side. He positioned himself behind me to spoon. I lifted my leg so that he could more easily slide his cock inside of me. My back was tight against his chest as he went in and out of me. His top hand held mine in affection, and his bottom arm clutched my throat in dominance. I squeezed the hand around my neck, encouraging him to choke me. He growled sweet nothings into my ear as he continued to move himself behind me.
Keeping his cock still inside, he pulled me in close and flipped on his back with me still inside of him. I put my hands behind me and squatted my legs so that I could reverse ride him. He reached around and rubbed my clit as I bounced up and down, facing away from him. I continued to prop myself up with my arms until he grabbed and tugged me down on top of him once again. My back was against him as he lay beneath me. One hand on my belly and one hand wrapped around my throat, he moved in and out, amplifying his speed as I shrieked his name.
Teeth clenched, he threw me off of him so that I was at his side. He sat up and snatched at my arm and leg so that I flipped onto my belly. Crawling behind me, he grabbed my hips so that my ass was elevated for him. I hugged and buried my face in the pillow as I felt him begin to enter me from behind. He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it as he moved it up and down outside my swollen sex. I bit down onto the blanket as I felt his tip enter me.
At first he remained tender. Moving himself in and out slowly and gingerly, he massaged my back with both of his hands. I felt myself widening so that he could fit in the new position. Finally, he growled, "You like being fucked by this dick don't you?" He then slapped my buttocks and thrusted himself in all the way. The force of his hump threw me forward, so he grabbed a handful of my hair and his other hand on my shoulder to force me back up into him. I shouted as he slammed with full intensity over and over again. I could hear the sound of his body slapping against mine over my loud vocalization.
Slowing down, he bent over so that he could suck and bite down on my back. I felt myself on the borderline of climax before he flipped me onto my side. He hugged my top leg up against his chest and bit my calf. His cock thrusted deep inside of me as he tugged at my leg to pull me in harder.
"Rub yourself baby." He commanded me. "I want you to cum on this dick." I could feel the sweat of his body soak my leg as he banged himself into me repetitively. I did just as he said, reaching down and rubbing myself while the passion of his thrusts enhanced. My body grew hot and my toes began to curl as I felt my orgasm rise. "Cum, cum on me baby." He went harder than before as he felt my walls tighten on him, making it difficult to fit. He gripped my hips to prevent being pushed out by my contractions. He grunted as I became too tight for him. He raised his speed as he felt me cum, causing me to shriek in arousal.
After what seemed like a perpetuity of orgasm, he pulled out and let me catch my breath. "We're not done yet." He laughed at me as I lay lifeless before him. He scooped me up from underneath my buttocks and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me off the bed. He ran and aggressively crashed me against the wall. His cock found its way inside of me as he held me above the ground. I sucked hard on his neck as he plowed me against the wall. My legs and arms hugged tightly around him while he banged me.
"I'm gonna cum!" He growled in my ear. His entire body tensed up and his motion slowed. I could feel his cock convulsing as my inside got filled with hot fluid. He gave one last lunge before carrying me over to the bed, still inside of me. He laid on top of me and kissed me, not ready to pull out and disconnect. I could feel his cum spilling out of me and warming between my legs. We gazed at one another and kissed passionately before he finally pulled out and rolled over on his back. Both of us were fatigued and mouth breathing as I nuzzled up to his side.
"Wow you're a love machine." I said to him. I then cringed when I realized how offensive my wording was to him, considering he just recently found out he was a synth. "I love you Danse."
"That was exhilarating." He said after catching his breath. "Better than a training exercise." He drew me in close and gave my forehead a long kiss. "I love you too. Goodnight Annie. Ad Victoriam."
I fell asleep on him, feeling my lovers embrace.