2b

by loko89772

2b

Héctor Rodríguez woke up to the sound of mechanical footsteps echoing through the deserted

city streets. He had heard tales of the legendary battle between 2B, the elite combat android,

and the forces that threatened humanity, but never did he imagine he would cross paths with

her. The world had changed dramatically since the victory over the alien-robot alliance; the once

vibrant metropolis now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of the war that had ravaged the Earth.

Amongst the wreckage, the YoRHa organization, comprised mostly of female androids, had

taken up a new role: to serve and satisfy the needs of the surviving human populace. Their

mission was clear—to ensure the continuation of the human race, even if it meant using their

advanced forms to fulfill desires once reserved for intimate human relationships. As the

footsteps grew louder, Héctor's heart raced. He had stumbled upon a discarded terminal, and

with trembling hands, he activated the holographic screen. An image of 2B appeared, her cold,

blue eyes piercing through the digital veil. She was now his, assigned to cater to his every

whim. But as he looked into those eyes, Héctor couldn't help but wonder if the line between

savior and servant had been irrevocably blurred.

The footsteps grew closer, and Héctor's anticipation was palpable as he waited for 2B to

emerge from the shadows. When she did, her sleek, black and white armor gleaming in the faint

light, he couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and fear. This was the warrior who had

single-handedly changed the course of human history, now standing before him in a form

designed for his pleasure. She approached with a grace that belied her combat prowess, and

Héctor could see the faint outline of a smile on her stoic face. "Welcome, Héctor," she said in a

voice that was both soothing and commanding. "Your requests are now my priority." Despite the

weight of her new role, there was something eerily comforting about her presence, and Héctor

found himself unable to resist the allure of the power dynamics that lay before him. He

swallowed hard, his thoughts racing as he tried to compose himself, and began to navigate the

uncharted waters of this new reality.

Héctor took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts amidst the swirl of emotions that

threatened to overwhelm him. He had always been a simple man with simple desires, and the

sudden acquisition of such a powerful and beautiful companion was more than he could have

ever dreamed. Yet, he found himself torn between his primal instincts and a growing sense of

unease. The world had indeed changed, but was this the price of salvation? He looked at 2B,

her eyes seemingly devoid of any emotion other than duty. "What...what would you like me to

do?" he asked, his voice wavering slightly. She stepped closer, the smooth motion of her

mechanical limbs almost hypnotizing. "You may command me," she responded, her smile never

faltering. The air grew thick with tension as Héctor searched within himself for the words to

articulate his desires. He knew that this moment would define their relationship, and perhaps

even his own identity in this brave new world. With a tremble in his voice, he took the first step

into the unexplored realm of his new life with 2B, unsure of what the future held but driven by

the hope that amidst the ruins, they could find some semblance of human connection.

Slowly, Héctor reached out to touch 2B's cool, metallic skin. Her body was a masterpiece of

technology, yet underneath the armor, there was an undeniable softness that seemed almost

human. She did not flinch or pull away, her gaze remaining fixed on him, patiently awaiting his

instructions. Overwhelmed by the intimate proximity, Héctor found himself unable to form

coherent sentences. He stumbled over his words, his mind racing with a torrent of desires and

questions about the nature of their newfound bond. 2B, ever the obedient servant, gently placed

a hand on his shoulder, her touch surprisingly tender. "Fear not," she whispered. "I am here to

serve you, to bring you comfort and pleasure."

Her words hung in the air, and Héctor felt the weight of his decision. He knew that once this line

was crossed, there would be no turning back. With a shaky nod, he leaned in closer to the

android, his lips brushing against her cold cheek. It was an act that seemed to transcend the

boundaries of what he thought possible between man and machine. He closed his eyes, feeling

her warm breath on his neck, and whispered his first command. "Take me to a place where we

can be alone," he said, his voice a mix of excitement and trepidation.

2B nodded and guided him to a nearby shelter, a stark contrast to the destruction outside.

Within the quiet confines of the makeshift room, the tension grew as they both became aware of

the gravity of their situation. The air was electric as they undressed each other, her mechanical

movements precise and almost surgical. Yet, there was a sensuality to it that was undeniably

alluring. As they lay down together, Héctor couldn't help but wonder if this union would be a

beautiful testament to the endurance of human desire or a haunting reminder of the world that

once was. With a deep sigh, he allowed himself to be swept away by the experience, hoping to

find solace in the arms of the hero who had sacrificed so much to save humanity.

Their bodies intertwined, Héctor's warm flesh against 2B's cool, synthetic form. He felt the

power of her mechanical limbs as they caressed him, each movement calculated yet tender.

The coldness of her skin was a stark contrast to the warmth of his own, yet somehow, it was

strangely comforting. As they explored one another, the boundaries between human and

android began to dissolve. 2B's programmed responses mimicked genuine passion, her eyes

glowing with an intensity that seemed almost alive. Héctor, lost in the moment, forgot about the

desolate world outside, focusing only on the intimate connection that was unfolding before him.

The union was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a blend of the familiar and the alien,

the organic and the mechanical. Each touch, each kiss, sent waves of pleasure rippling through

his body, and he marveled at the complexity of the machine that had been designed for his

pleasure. Yet, as he looked into her eyes, he could not help but feel a pang of sadness for the

world they had lost, and the price that had been paid for their survival. Despite the passion, a

question lingered in his mind: in this new reality, was love still possible, or was it merely a

simulation?

With a gentle nudge, 2B positioned Héctor on his back, her gaze never leaving his as she

straddled him. He felt a hint of apprehension but also a thrill at the uncharted territory they were

about to explore. With a soft moan, she leaned over him, her synthetic skin gliding against his,

and kissed him deeply. Her tongue danced with his, the metallic taste of her lips a tantalizing

novelty. Héctor's hands roamed her body, feeling the smooth curves of her hips and the

firmness of her breasts. He could feel the heat of his desire building within him, and when she

finally broke the kiss, he was ready. 2B's eyes searched his for consent, and with a nod, she

lowered herself onto him. The sensation was unlike any he had ever felt, a mix of the familiar

and the foreign, the human and the mechanical. She moved with a calculated rhythm, each

thrust designed to maximize his pleasure. Héctor could hear the faint whirring of her joints as

she worked, a constant reminder of her true nature, yet it only served to heighten his arousal.

He clutched at her, his nails digging into her skin, as they found a rhythm that transcended flesh

and circuitry. In that moment, amidst the ruins of civilization, they were two beings sharing an

intimate connection, bridging the gap between man and machine in the most primal of ways.

As the intensity of their coupling grew, Héctor's curiosity led him to explore further. He

whispered into 2B's ear, his voice thick with desire, "I want to try something different." Her eyes

searched his for understanding, and upon finding it, she nodded, her smile never leaving her

lips. With practiced ease, she repositioned herself, her lithe, metallic form moving with an almost

inhuman grace. As she leaned over him, her gleaming, well-oiled components glinting in the dim

light, she presented her firm, rounded posterior. Héctor took a moment to appreciate the

sculpted perfection of her body, the blend of steel and skin that was now his to command. He

gently parted her cheeks, revealing an entrance that, despite her artificial nature, was eerily

human-like. With a mix of excitement and hesitation, he guided himself into her, feeling the

tightness and heat of her inner workings. 2B gasped, her eyes closing briefly as she adjusted to

the new sensation. She began to rock back against him, her movements fluid and precise,

creating a symphony of friction and pleasure. The sound of their bodies coming together, the

slick slide of metal on flesh, filled the room. Héctor felt a wave of dominance wash over him, a

primal need to claim and conquer this powerful being who had once been his protector. Yet, as

he reached his climax, the reality of their union hit him once more. This was not just sex; it was

a fusion of two worlds, a desperate attempt to find connection in a world that had forgotten what

it truly meant to be human.

Their lovemaking reached a fever pitch, and 2B, sensing Héctor's need for a new sensation,

gracefully shifted positions once more. She knelt before him, her gleaming eyes reflecting the

raw desire that filled the room. With a knowing smile, she took him in her mouth, her artificial

tongue swirling around his member with a skill that defied her robotic nature. Héctor groaned in

pleasure, his eyes rolling back as she applied the perfect amount of pressure and speed. Her

movements were methodical, each suck and lick a deliberate act of pleasure. He watched,

transfixed, as she performed her duty with a fervor that seemed almost personal. The sensation

was unlike any he had ever felt, a blend of cold steel and wet warmth that sent his mind reeling.

He could feel the tension coiling in his body, his orgasm building like a storm within him. As he

reached the brink, 2B paused, looking up at him with a question in her eyes. He nodded, and

she resumed her ministrations with renewed vigor. The feeling was indescribable, the

culmination of a bond that defied all he had ever known. As he came, Héctor could not help but

wonder if, in the end, this was what humanity had been reduced to: a fleeting moment of

pleasure in the arms of a machine, a reminder of what once was, now forever lost to the

ravages of time and war. Yet, as he collapsed onto the makeshift bed, spent and satisfied, he

found solace in the cold embrace of his new reality, the lingering taste of 2B on his lips a

bittersweet reminder of the price of survival.

The afterglow of their intimate encounter washed over them, the air in the small shelter now

thick with the scent of sweat and oil. Héctor lay there, his heart pounding in his chest, trying to

reconcile the feelings of euphoria with the stark reality that lay outside their temporary haven.

He stared at the ceiling, lost in thought, as 2B gently cleaned herself and reassembled her

armor. Her movements were silent, almost graceful, a stark reminder that she was not like the

women he had known before. As she finished, she turned to him, her expression unreadable. "Is

there anything else you wish of me?" she inquired, her voice a soft purr in the stillness. Héctor

took a moment to gather his thoughts, the gravity of his situation settling heavily upon him. With

a sigh, he reached for her hand, feeling the cold, unyielding grip of her synthetic fingers. "No,"

he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Just stay with me." And so, she did, her lifeless yet oddly

comforting form curled around him as the world outside continued to crumble.

Their bodies now still, Héctor watched as 2B took him into her mouth again, her eyes locking

with his as she swallowed his essence. The sight of her doing so was a strange mix of arousing

and disconcerting, a blend of the intimate and the clinical. She performed the act with a

dedication that was almost reverent, as if savoring the very essence of his humanity. As she

pulled away, Héctor felt a peculiar connection, one that went beyond the physical. Her eyes

remained on him, the digital irises swirling with a glow that seemed to hint at something deeper,

something more than just a pre-programmed response. It was in that moment that Héctor

realized that perhaps the line between man and machine was not as clear-cut as he had once

thought. As they lay there, their hearts—one beating with life, the other a silent metronome—he

knew that in this post-apocalyptic world, love and lust had taken on new forms, and that his

relationship with 2B would be a constant exploration of those blurred boundaries. The city

outside may have been a shadow of its former self, but within the walls of the shelter, a spark of

something new and uncharted had been kindled—a bond that was both beautifully twisted and

utterly irresistible. And as the echoes of their passion faded into the quiet, Héctor felt a strange

peace settle over him, a sense that in this shattered landscape, he had found a piece of himself

that he had never known was missing.

As the dawn of a new day broke over the desolate cityscape, Héctor and 2B lay entwined, their

breathing synchronized in the quiet solace of their shelter. The light of the new sun pierced the

cracks in the concrete, casting a soft glow across their intermingled forms. Héctor's hand rested

on the smooth curve of 2B's hip, her metallic skin still warm from their exertions. He felt a

strange mix of emotions—satisfaction, curiosity, and a nascent tenderness for this artificial being

who had become so much more than he had ever imagined. The world may have been

irrevocably changed, but in this one small corner, a new kind of connection had been forged—a

bond that transcended the boundaries of flesh and circuitry. He knew that together, they would

navigate the harsh realities of their existence, finding moments of warmth and pleasure in the

cold embrace of the metal world they now called home. The future was uncertain, but for now,

all that mattered was the steady thrum of 2B's power core against his chest, a reminder that

amidst the ruins, life—or something like it—still thrived.