Guns, grenades, rocket launchers, missiles, you name it, and Neon had incorporated their destructive might into her existence. It wasn't merely a matter of survival; it was a way of life, a doctrine she followed with unwavering devotion. The term "firepower" held a sacred place in her heart, a mantra she chanted in the face of every obstacle that transcended the physical. She lived in a world where everything could be solved with a well-placed shot or a perfectly timed explosion. It was a world she understood, a language she spoke fluently.
Neon's obsession with firepower didn't come as a surprise to those who served alongside her in the Nikke forces. On the battlefield, her fervor for destruction was an asset, turning the tides of countless skirmishes. But outside the chaos of combat, her relentless pursuit of firepower posed a unique challenge, one that even her fellow soldiers couldn't fully comprehend. Though a lot of Neon's mannerisms were hard to keep track of. Like, maybe someone should have informed her a spy doesn't tell the people she's spying on she's a spy?
But then, one day, her world of firepower was shaken to its very core.
"There's a different kind of firepower that doesn't rely on guns or rockets, but can yield just as much of an effect on a person."
It was the Commander, a figure she had respected for his strategic prowess and leadership on the battlefield, who introduced her to a different kind of firepower. The Commander's words hung in the air like a challenge to everything she had ever known.
Another kind of firepower? One that didn't involve cartridges of lead or destruction?! Something she hadn't thought of?! The concept was so foreign, so baffling, that for a moment, she was at a loss for words— a rare occurrence for someone as outspoken as she was. Yet the Commander insisted such a force existed. Naturally, Neon's curiosity was piqued, and she couldn't resist the urge to delve deeper into this new kind of firepower. To her delight, the Commander was more than willing to be her guide and show her the way.
Amidst the soft hum of machinery and the bustling activities of other Nikke within the compound, the initially subtle creaking of the bed, which had been drowned out by the cacophony of noise outside, began to assert itself with increasing loudness and an erratic rhythm. Clutching the bed linen for dear life, Neon could only writhe and squirm as the Commander continued to subject her to the merciless pounding of his cock, a feat simple given his more muscled and taller build compared to her shorter physique. A thin sheet of sweat coated her porcelain skin, disheveled silver locks clinging to her face from how much she had been roughly handled upon the mattress.
Neon was like a computer confronted with a paradoxical line of code, unable to reconcile the conflicting instructions. She had spent her life immersed in the world of weapons and destruction, where firepower was the universal language spoken on battlefields and in the heat of combat. The concept that such an intimate act, a connection between two individuals, could be another form of firepower left her reeling. Neon's mind flickered like a series of rapidly changing LEDs struggling to find a pattern. Her normally animated face had become immersed in the rapturous sensation swirling within her, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson and eyes constantly on the verge of rolling all the way back.
"C-Commander! This firepower is...!" Neon began, her sentence cut short as the Commander's lips fervently met hers in an intense, fiery kiss. His tongue, that he'd formerly used to give Neon a small taste of this manner of firepower earlier, now traced along her teeth. It was an exhilarating experience that left her optical circuits momentarily disabled when he'd shoved his tongue far into her sex, lapping, sucking and thumbing her clit. Neon thought that was the manner of firepower he'd described, and boy was it a heart-racing experience, but it was only a prelude for this.
The Commander's ruthless, yet utterly intoxicating attack on her senses left her decimated, her mind and heart ablaze with a kind of firepower she had never encountered on the battlefield— a powerful force that rendered her defenseless in its wake, one that could disarm her with a single touch, reducing her to a state of vulnerability she had never experienced on the battlefield. It was…
Awesome!
Tears welled up in Neon's eyes, a testament to the overwhelming emotion that coursed through her circuits. She clung to her Commander harder while he rutted her without clemency. It was, in her limited understanding, nothing short of spectacular. Neon desired more from her precious Commander, desperate to experience this as long as possible. The rough edge of his stubble over her breasts when he'd sucked them until they were erect and sore, how Neon had been reduced to cries and whines, that bliss that bucked her hips each time the Commander filled her, and the unbridled euphoria that ran her sensors amok as he came inside her, it was all such an awesome display of firepower. Feeling him pull out spelled the end, and while Neon couldn't help being a little saddened, all the Commander needed was some time to gather more ammunition. He even promised to display other methods of utilizing this form of firepower and Neon couldn't wait.
Together, they would explore the true depths of firepower, and Neon was glad to call the Commander her soulmate!
Here is the start of my Nikke smut posting. I wrote this a while back, but both forgot to post it back here and also could not because fanfic just wouldn't let me upload documents for some reason.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this readers— I'll see you next time, which for Nikke, it will either be Anis or Rapi. Most likely Rapi.