Frostbyte arrives loudly, with the sound of an explosion and the rattle of falling dust. A visible detonation send shrapnel flying in the distance. A short while later, he plods in to view, his armor pulsating gently. Frostbyte seems quite relaxed, though, and raises his hand in greeting. "Ave."
Lunaria had been quietly sitting up on the top of one of the giant machines, curled up, thinking, as she's wont to do. Your clamborous arrival makes her lift her head, and she looks down to the figure at the bottom of this battleoid. "Frostbyte?" she calls.
Frostbyte grins, and starts clambering up. "Heath said I should give my armor some exercise... Apparently it got pent up sympathetically from my little chastity stunt." He hops on to the top of the behemoth. "What did you want to talk about?"
Lunaria leans forward, looking down at you as you climb up, "Many things," she says softly, "I came here to think. I am not...not 'religious', but this place feels sacred to me."
Frostbyte nods, sitting next to you and looking out over the corpses. "I know what you mean," he says after a moment. "I... I kind of wonder if one day, I'll just crawl out here, go to sleep, and never wake up."
Lunaria turns her head slowly, matching your pan, and finally nods, "No...no, not quite in that way. It is a sacred place, one for Those Who Came Before. My ancestores."
Frostbyte and Lunaria are far away, but they have line of sight to the entrance. "I wouldn't have really thought you had any link to these titans in your 'bloodline'," he says, with some surprise.
Lunaria sits up with Frostbyte on the shoulder of one of the giant batteloids, specs in the distance, generally unhearable, "Metaphorical ancestors, at the very least. They are machines...they cannot breed in the way you think of it. There may be...other elements. I have theories, but not facts as yet."
"A spiritual connection?" posits Frost helpfully. "I wonder what they were like, striding across the battlefield. I've never seen a true mecha in battle... I used to think they were mythical. Then I found this place."
Lunaria nods, "Some would call it that. Yes. Perhaps an affinity. Perhaps sympathy. Perhaps...sorrow. Such great and powerful machines....little more than scrap now, I think." She shakes her head, "It evokes complex emotions. I think my mixed heritage makes it all the worse."
Frostbyte nods thoughtfully, leaning on to his back and going silent, looking at you, waiting for you to finish. When you do, he stays quiet for a few heartbeats more, before "What was it that System was talking about earlier?"
Lunaria vocalizes, "I believe (she) was not speaking of what I might have wished. I voiced an...idea to her. An idea involving you."
Frostbyte raises an eyebrow. "Would you rather not discuss it?" he offers.
"In a perfect world," the moonbot says, "I would not need to. However, this is not that. I am...troubled. I feel excluded from various interpersonal relations."
"Interpersonal relations on the physical, mental, or spiritual planes?" asks Frost quite diplomatically.
Lunaria cocks her head, "All three, but, I believe the first is my most...glaring deficienty."
You say, "Mmm. I see... What do you propose be done to make up for this deficiency?""
Lunaria vocalizes, "It has been suggested that I obtain first hand experience. My initial failures may prove instructive."
Frostbyte nods thoughtfully. "I'm going to suppose that you have the capacity to feel physical desire, or else this whole point wouldn't be an issue..."
Lunaria cocks her head, "After a fashion. I feel...social desire. Jealousy. I see others interacting in a certian way and I believe I am excluded. I am a cyborg from a place few understand and many fear." Her head lowers.
Frostbyte sighs and sits up, to hug you gently. "I've heard of worse places, really. After all, if it makes people as fine as you, it can't be all bad." He gives you a smile.
Frostbyte then, promptly, realizes the depth of your discontent, that you cannot return his smile, or meet it with a frown.
Lunaria shifts against you, arms trapped. She doesn't move to break free, at least not yet, "You say that because you find me sexually appealing."
You say, "Well, that's part of it. But you're also just a nice person in general. I've met few people more level-headed and thoughtful in my life."
"You do not find me....distant?" lunaria asks, turning slightly your arms, bringing her front against yours.
Frostbyte shakes his head. "No. I never have. You've always felt very close, very much right here, very much right now."
Lunaria cocks her head and forehead smooths out, "Thank you, Frostbyte....very much."
Frostbyte smiles. "Well... hey, no trouble. don't mention it," he says a bit sheepishly.
Lunaria inclines her head, bumping her forehead against yours, "It is worthy of mention. How can I not?" she asks, "The idea was to gain practical experience with....you."
Frostbyte smiles a bit. "I had an inkling," he says playfully, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead to yours. "I'm... flattered. Not just physically, but that you trust me this much."
Lunaria vocalizes, "I strugged with the concept for some time. I am still not sure I am at ease with it. I ahve heard and observed things about you which disturb me. I cannot deny, though, that you have never treated *me* improperly."
Frostbyte blushes a bit. "Well, some of my behavior does seem questionable... And I admit that I'm far from infallible," he says soberly. "But... my intentions are good, and I like to think that _I_ am good."
Lunaria vocalizes, "That is why I chose to speak with you. I agree...you attempt to do well, and I believe that proves your intentions."
Frostbyte smiles, and headbumps. "Thanks. It's nice to hear that from someone else."
Lunaria nods her head slightly, "I think you are often..misjudged."
Frostbyte sniffs. "By who?"
Lunaria vocalizes, "By all. Perhaps even by me."
You say, "That's a bit of a downer."
Lunaria vocalizes, "I have been accused of being depressing."
Frostbyte laughs gently, and rubs his cheek to yours. "Not in the least."
Lunaria's cheek, a mix of metal and flesh, shifs as she turns her head as well. "What do you think of my idea?"
Frostbyte licks his lips. "I like it."
Lunaria vocalizes, "You do not find it manipulative?"
Frostbyte raises an eyebrow. "Why would I?"
Lunaria vocalizes, "I have not expressed any...deep feeling for you."
Frostbyte smiles. "Hon... You don't need to be deep to be happy." He headbumps. "Look at me. Hold my hand. Put your flesh to mine, your metal to my crystal. Breathe with me... Deep things grow in this space, in this time when we're close and time stops mattering. This is where it comes from, not where you take it to die."
Lunaria shifts her head slightly, presumeably doing the first thing you suggest. Her hand comes around to you, hunting a moment and then finding your hand. Pause and her forehead wrinkles against yours. "I do not breathe," she finally vocalizes after a few moments.
Frostbyte blinks. "Really?" he says with surprise, his romantic tirade derailed. "How do you keep your flesh oxygenated? Goodness, that's interesting."
Frostbyte looks at your flesh curiously, and, for the first time, without the slightest hint of erotic intent. "Seriously, how does that work?"
You say, "That's so cool!"
Lunaria pulls her head from yours, "I use high-efficiency oxygenation membranes," her free hand comes up, pressing to her chest, "In here. They serve me as lungs, and are of such a nature that they do not require signifigant tidal breath. My internal air tank can keep my organic portions alive for over a week." She cocks her head, then lowers it, "I fear I have ruined the moment."
Frostbyte grins and shakes his head. "Not at all, that's... that's sexy," he says after a moment..."
Lunaria raises her eyebrows, 'It is?" she asks.
Frostbyte nods, looking over you gently. "Mmm... Very sexy," he murmurs, slipping close enough to breath in your scent from the nape of your neck. "It's appalling to me, that you haven't been told just how sexy you really are."
Lunaria's scent, like the rest of her, is a blend, a mix of the usual bodily aromas with a metallic, vaguely greasy tang. Seems she hasn't been introduced to purfume yet. She tilts her head as you come in towards her neck, making room for you, "Blip conducted a brief and highly nonscientific survey. It seemed to agree."
"As I said... I think you're built for beauty," says the hedgehog. "Your proportions adhere to the Golden Ratio redoubled, carefully exaggerated with mathematical elegance along the curves of your hips, waist, and bosom," purrs Frost, sliding his fingertips along the aforementioned components. "Give me a pencil and paper and I will prove to you the mathematics of your lusciousness."
Lunaria cocks her head, "I have never considered the meaning of my design." She turns to a conveniently placed bag and extracts a small notepad and a pencil. Passing them to you she says, "please, I am curious."
Frostbyte proceeds to make good on his claim. Observe, say these numbers and this diagram, how the ratio of hips to waist produce, on average, the Golden Ratio, how the widest point and the thinnest point of waist and hips respectively similarly form a mathematical ideal. Look thusly upon the function defining the curve of your brow, and how efficient it is for defining just THAT specific curve. Look now upon the mass of your breasts, the precise promise there-in, the precision engineering that went in to their curvature. Look thusly upon the mind of the lovingly lecherous angel of war that spied all these details and found himself entranced with them.
Lunaria watches you closely, sitting on her legs, leaning forward a bit to do so. as you sketch out the diagrams. She has little to say, really, as you're in the process, but finally turns her head to look at you, "You have put much thought into this."
Frostbyte smiles smugly. "I DO have computers for bones," he says. "But... yes. Could you double-check my figures?" And of course, being composed partly of mischievious machine-logic, he has hidden an encrypted flirtatious come-on in almost meaningless errors in his math.
Lunaria reaches over and takes the paper, looking at it quizically for a moment. She shakes her head slightly, "I believe you have made some errors, Frostbyte," she vocalizes with brief disappointment. A moment later her head jerks. "You mean this?" she asks.
Frostbyte nods softly, smiling warmly and pulling you closer with the crook of one leg.
Lunaria slides closer to you across the metal surface of the old war machine. She doesn't vocalies, but aims her visor at you, scooting closer.
Frostbyte embraces you tight, closing his eyes, drifting his fingertips downwards across your body.
Lunaria shifts against you. Her own arms rise up haltingly, and she winds up enbracing you lightly. Her back has a small ridge where flesh disappears and the metal of her corset begins.
Frostbyte reaches down with his lips to nibble across that ridge, seeking it for sensitive spots. A strange tingle flows over you as Frost 'pings' you with his orgone sense, seeking erogenous zones.
Lunaria doesn't gasp. She doesn't moan. Her chest doesn't heave under you. none of thes things seem to be in her instincts. She does, however, shift slightly as you lower your self to that part of her back. Her hands shift and she splays her fingers, running them up and down your back.
Frostbyte mrrrs. He senses every strain of your fingertips, every shiver in your servos. He keeps nibbling along that ridge, but his fingers reach lower, lower, to your hips, teasing in and down.
Lunaria's hips are smooth, curved, and once you're past the bottom of the corset and that metal thong, bare, smooth, creamy flesh. She keeps her head down, body shifting slightly as you nibble at her. Hands lift up and then comes on top of yours as you feel her hips.
Frostbyte's gloves are cool on your skin, but soon they melt away from his fingertips to let him touch your skin. "Your skin is so... clean. Healthy. Luscious..." His tongue slips out to taste it, and he shivers gently. Crystal gloves reform and place themselves gently over your metal thong, and silently ultrasound inside you to see how far he dares go.
Lunaria nods slightly in response, "Cleanliness is important for the functioning of both biological and mechanica parts," she replies. A real romantic, this moonbot. She shifts as you reach across her hips and in between her legs. At this her hands come down and rub along your wrists. She freezes momentarially at that first probe of ultrasound.
Frostbyte's fingertips withdraw, and, carefully, he places them on the straps of your thong. "With your permission," he murmurs, "I'll let you out of this thong, and see what we have to work with."
The straps aren't so much *straps* as they are arcs of metal that graze Lunaria's skin, and in fact, seem to be fused to either hip. However, the girlbot turns about and looks at you. Her visor stays on you for many moments. Then, she moves a hand to the front of that thong, at the widest part, and takes it solidly. There's faint click and she removes it, revealing some decidedly feminine biological parts.
Frostbyte smiles. "Tell me. Have you ever been touched there before?" His fingertips graze around it, never quite touching, instead gliding butter-soft along sensitive inner thighs.
Lunaria lowers her head as you touch her, then tosses it back up, torso pivoting forward for a moment. "Never," she replies. "I never saw the need."
You say, "...I hardly know how to begin to approach this honor... But perhaps, we should do so in the traditional manner..."
Frostbyte's fingertips close in at the base of your sex, and gently caress from bottom to top.
Lunaria's hips shift slightly, rolling into your stroke. Her hands go out behind her to support her torso, which stays fairly rigid, thanks to her implants. Her head rotates, and she doesn't make a sound as a snudder ripples through her.
Frostbyte kisses your fleshy cheek gently. "I want you to keep talking, and tell me what you're feeling, so I can make this as good for you as I can," he murmurs gently, massaging sensually around the periphery of the vulva. "Please provide quantifiable variables, if convenient..."
Lunaria lifts her head. She looks as she always does, and vocalies, "It is...pleasing. I feel strange. I have never been stimulated in this fashion before. I do not think I can form a proper quantification matrix."
Frostbyte smiles. "Let us calibrate. Simply express the degree to which it is pleasing directly, with this being zero," he says, hands off, not quite touching, "And this," he purrs, after licking his fingertips and stroking them firmly along your clitoris, "being one."
Lunaria's body stiffens again when you stroke her clit...it does seem to get the reaction. Her legs spread out further, metal toes spreading slightly.
Lunaria vocalizes, "That is a significant gradient."
You say, "Or perhaps, you feel that numbers can't do this sensation justice," he whispers, continuing to gently massage your sex with wet fingertips. "Might that be the case?"
You say, "Either way, I promise you, there are finer sensations awaiting you tonight..."
Lunaria rolls her hips slightly and gives a slight nod, "They seem inadequate and irrelevant. I...I feel pleasure." Her vocalizaton becomes a bit wobbly here, hesitant, "Need I quantify it."
Frostbyte smiles. "Not tonight," he purrs, slipping a leg over yours and spreading your thighs just a bit wider. "But I need to do more. A moment..." He slinks in front of you, his eyes on yours, and playful, before flitting between your legs. "Mmm... It's lovely. It's clean and well proportioned and smooth," he whispers, as he lays down to put his tongue, ever so gently, to work against the outer lips, his breath hot and moist on your skin.
Lunaria watches you as yo move about, shift her legs to make thing a bit easier for you. Her brow knits quizically as you move your head down...that confusion dispells a moment later when you lap at her. There's a small *thunk* as her torso falls back to hit the 'ground'.
Frostbyte mrrrs at that particular positive review of his work. He cups your hips in his hands like a vase of fine wine and laps until his thirst is quenched, teasing along the time of the vessel before sliding his tongue along the ever-so-sensitive font.
Lunaria lifts her hips, her feet pushing down and legs powering her up into you. There's a little scraping of metal on metal as her feet slide, before the grip-pads stick. Feminine under it all, she's rather damp and musky, her flesh quivering under your hands and tounge even as other parts of her stay preternaturally still and silent.
Frostbyte grrrrs, deep and guttural and meaty in the sound, pressing his tongue in deeper, hungrier, needier, desperate to penetrate. "Yessss. So sweet. So... succulent. I haven't tasted anything like this in days..."
Frostbyte shivers and pulls back for a second, eyes closed, quills up and rattling, his cock strainingly erect, every inch of his body taut with lust. It takes him a couple moments to swallow that frenzy and be civilized again.
Lunaria rolls her hips back and fortha s you lap at her, legs pressing now against your head. a vocalization comes from her, clear and even as you'd expect from her while playing chess. "I am pleased you enjo y this, Frostbyte. I am enjoying it very much myself." Her hands slide against the groupnd and sscrape as she lifts her head up to peer at you when you pull back. "Is something wrong?"
Frostbyte's smile is religious epiphany, it is orgasm, it is riding the wave. "No. No, everything is just right," he croons with a voice like velvet before he slides in to pleasure you once again with a tongue like silk. "Talk. I love your voice..."
Lunaria spreads her legs for you again, "You love my voice?" she asks as you go back into her. Her flesh stays slick, warm and pulsing against you, "It is merely simulated within me. I never thought of it as special."
Frostbyte shivers, and wags his tail. "It is erotic. There is a very powerful, very titillating dischord between your passionate physical motions and your utterly impassionate voice..."
Lunaria's legs shift back and forth, , and then she wraps her legs around you entirely, heels hitting your back, "I had been worried about that discord. I must expend effort and attention to obtain such effects...I could do so, if you wish. I believe....a series of animalistic reactions would be appropriate." Her body shifts again, jerking suddenly at your ministrations."
Frostbyte grunts softly as he's embraced by your legs, feeling your body make it's desires known. "Mrr. Do as you feel appropriate... As your body dictactes you act," he says, before digging his tongue in to your clit and hooking in deep with his fingertips, reaching for the G-spot.
Lunaria tenses against you, her heels digging into your back. "I don't want to talk," she replies in a somewhat clipped pace, "I want to.....enjoy."
Frostbyte chrrrs, slithering his tongue inside, caressing firmly along your sex, hungrily thrusting his muzzle in to your juicy pussy. "Yes. Enjoy. Enjoy."
Lunaria squeezes back against your tounge, hot and quivering. Her hips roll and she shifts generally, a sudden, burst of motion that's rather unusual for her. There' a thunk, the result of her head lifting up and then dropping back, while she squirms generally, legs and arms shifting.
Frostbyte purrs, and slithers atop you, grabbing your hips in his hands and lunging his cock in to your sex, keeping it ready and open...