Suit’s Fury: Rivals Unchained
Steam curled like ghostly fingers from the scalding jets pounding the tiled floor of the orbital platform’s shower bay. Riley Kane gripped the slick wall, her massive frame shuddering under the relentless spray. Water sluiced over her scarred, rippling muscles, tracing paths down her broad back and over the thick curve of her ass. But it was her fist wrapped around that monstrous shaft—veiny, throbbing nine inches of brutal meat—that had her growling low in her throat.
“Fucking hell, Lena… you cock-teasing witch,” she muttered, hips snapping forward. Her mind replayed the sim-battle wipeout: Lena Voss’s sleek Vortex Mk7 darting like a viper, shredding Riley’s battered Goliath rig with plasma blades. All while that obscene black latex clung to Lena’s petite bombshell body, outlining every jiggle of her DD tits and that plump cameltoe.
Riley’s balls tightened, heavy and churning. Precum mixed with the water, salty tang hitting her nostrils amid the chlorine bite. She pumped harder, grunting, imagining choking those taunts out of Lena with her cock down that smug throat. 🔥
Chapter 1: Steam and Submission
The partition door creaked open. Riley froze mid-thrust, cock bobbing angrily in the humid air.
“Caught ya red-handed, big girl. Jerking that freak pole to thoughts of lil’ ol’ me?” Lena Voss sauntered in, six-inch stiletto heels clicking like predator claws on wet tile. Her red curls cascaded wetly over shoulders, the hyperskin suit plastered translucent, nipples like diamonds poking through. She was a firecracker at 5’2″—curvy hips swaying, full lips curled in that bitchy smirk.
Riley’s cheeks burned hotter than reentry. “Get the fuck out, Voss. This ain’t your peep show.”
Lena laughed, throaty and mocking, circling like a shark. The air thickened with her vanilla-spiked sweat, clashing with Riley’s earthy musk. “Oh please. That slab’s leaking like a busted fuel line. Admit it—you’re drooling for my Vortex tech. Or just my tight holes?”
She leaned in, breath hot on Riley’s neck, one gloved hand trailing down her own cleavage. Riley’s cock twitched visibly, betraying her. Water drummed on their skin, a rhythmic pulse matching Riley’s pounding heart.
“Look at you, all flustered. Bet you’d beg to stuff this pussy if I let ya.” Lena cupped her mound through the suit, grinding slow. A whine escaped her—wait, her? The suit’s neuro-gel hummed faintly, amping nerves under the wet assault.
Riley’s green eyes narrowed, spotting the flaw. Lena’s thighs quivered, suit darkening at the crotch. “Suit got ya dialed to eleven now, huh? Wet and wired.”
Before Lena could retort, Riley lunged. Massive hands pinned her wrists overhead against cold tile. Lena gasped, body arching involuntarily. The touch ignited fireworks—every nerve screaming pleasure-pain.
“You strut in here to bully? Nah. You’re begging for it.” Riley ground forward, fat cockhead smearing precum across Lena’s latex belly. The friction zapped straight to Lena’s core, clit throbbing like a live wire.
“F-fuck you, Kane… ahh!” Lena bucked, but her voice cracked into a moan. Taste of bile rose as unwanted heat flooded her veins.
Riley smirked, releasing one wrist to yank Lena’s chin up. Their lips crashed—brutal, teeth clashing, tongues warring. Lena tasted salt and fury; Riley savored cherry lipgloss melting under assault. 💋
Turning the Tide
Riley spun her around, slamming Lena chest-first to the wall. Water pounded Lena’s back as Riley’s cock nestled between her asscheeks, suit so thin it was like bare skin. “Feel that? That’s what a real pilot packs.”
Lena whimpered, heels slipping. The suit translated pressure into ecstasy—Riley’s grind milking her walls unseen. “S-stop… it’s too much… ngh!” Juices soaked through, dripping in sticky strings.
“Too much? You live for this shit.” Riley reached around, pinching a nipple through latex. Lena howled, squirting a gush that splattered their feet. The bay echoed with wet slaps and ragged breaths.
Riley dropped to knees, ripping the suit’s crotch zipper with teeth. Lena’s bald slit winked out—puffy, glistening, clit engorged like a mini-cock. “Prime pussy. Gonna wreck it.”
Tongue first—a flat, rough lash from taint to hood. Lena’s scream bounced off tiles, legs buckling. Riley slurped greedily, nose buried in musky folds, fingers digging bruises into thighs. Copper tang of blood mixed with sweet nectar as Lena came again, thighs clamping Riley’s ears.
“Mine now, bitch.” Riley rose, hefting her cock. Spit-shined head prodded Lena’s entrance.
Chapter 2: Battle Flashback Flames
Hours earlier, in the red-dust haze of Mars’ orbital sim-dome, Lena had owned the arena. Flashback haze blurred as Riley thrust home—inch after girthy inch splitting Lena’s velvet vice.
The memory hit: Lena’s Vortex Mk7 ghosting through debris fields, her rival’s Goliath Mk4 lumbering like a drunk ox. “Eat plasma, Kane!” Lena’s voice crackled over comms, as she eviscerated a leg strut. Explosions bloomed orange-black, shrapnel pinging hulls.
Riley had cursed then, cockpit sweltering, sweat soaking her tank. But now, buried balls-deep in Lena’s spasming cunt, payback burned sweeter. “Remember that, slut? Your toy’s fast. My dick’s deeper.”
Lena’s walls milked him involuntarily, suit boosting every ridge, vein. She tasted bile and lust on her tongue, heels scraping tile for purchase. “You… ch-cheated… in sim… oh god, stretch me!”
Riley pounded merciless—a jackhammer rhythm, hips slapping ass with meaty thwacks. Water foamed white around their join, Lena’s cream coating that shaft like frosting. The rumble of docking clamps vibrated through the platform, syncing with their grunts.
Cockpit Tease Rewind
Deeper memory: Pre-battle, Lena had hacked Riley’s feed. “Watch this, loser.” She’d stripped to the suit in her cockpit, gyrating as gel enveloped her—tits bouncing, ass flexing. Riley’s cam caught her fumbling a joystick, boner tenting flightsuit.
“Distracted?” Lena purred then. Now, Riley snarled, yanking red hair. “Paid for that.” She hilted, grinding cervix-deep. Lena’s vision whited out, orgasms chaining like dominoes—squirts hosing Riley’s thighs, acrid ammonia scent rising.
“Cum for the brute, Voss. Prove you’re my hole.” Riley’s balls slapped clit, heavy sacs swinging pendulous.
Lena shattered, babbling: “Y-yes, fuck… ruin me, daddy Kane!” Shame burned, but pleasure drowned it.
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Chapter 3: New Depths – Anal Assault
Riley pulled out with a obscene schlorp, Lena’s pussy gaping, fluttering hungrily. “Not done. That ass is next.”
Lena whimpered protest, but suit-amplified nerves craved more. Riley spat on her rosebud, thumb circling rough. The intrusion sparked lightning—Lena bucked back, greedy.
“Eager slut.” Two fingers breached, scissoring her ring open. Burn stretched to bliss, bowels clenching velvet fire. Lena tasted her own pussy on Riley’s invading digits when pulled free.
Cockhead kissed pucker. Riley thrust—slow, inexorable. Inch one popped past resistance; Lena screamed, walls rippling. “T-too big… splitting!” But hips ground back, suit translating pain to electric rapture.
Full sheath. Riley groaned, buried in strangling heat. “Tightest vice. Gonna flood your guts.” Hips snapped, building to frenzy. Lena’s tits dragged tile, nipples raw-scrubbed. Smell of ass-musk joined pussy tang, heady fog.
Canteen Prelude
New twist: Earlier in the mess hall, Lena had escalated. Straddling Riley’s lap under tablecloths, grinding cameltoe on thigh. “Feel my heat?” Whispers amid clinking trays. Crew oblivious; Riley rigid, leaking through pants. Now, that tease reaped whirlwind.
“Paid in full.” Riley railed ass, one hand fisting hair, other mauling clit. Lena’s squirt arced high, splashing mirrors. Echoes layered—slaps, wails, water roar—like a symphony of depravity.
Orgasms wrecked Lena: visions of mechs merging, cock as plasma cannon. She tongued tile filth, lost.
Riley roared, hosing colon with thick ropes—scalding jets painting white inside. Overflow bubbled out, creamy froth dripping calves. 🔥
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Chapter 4: Throat and Tech Torment
Pulled free, ass prolapsed blooming rose. Lena slumped, quivering jelly. Riley hauled her up by hair, cock—still rigid, shit-streaked—thumping lips.
“Clean it, bitch-pilot. Taste your holes.” Lena’s mouth watered traitorous, suit hyping scent to aphrodisiac. She engulfed head, cheeks ballooning. Gagging instantly—throat virgin-tight.
Riley skullfucked brutal, balls smacking chin. “Glurk-glurk” choked out bubbles, mascara rivers on cheeks. Saliva ropes swung pendulous. Taste explosion: ass-bitters, pussy tang, cum-salt.
Lena’s hands flailed then gripped thighs, throat relaxing under assault. Nose buried pubes, inhaling ball-sweat musk. Eyes watered bliss.
Hangar Hack New Scene
Fresh depravity: Post-sim, Lena invaded Riley’s cockpit. Dropping to knees in zero-g, suit gleaming. “Suck tribute?” But Riley held firm. Now reversed—Riley facefucked her dangling, red hair float-whipping.
Gravity kicked in mid-throat—platform engines firing. Lurch slammed cock deeper; Lena retched rainbows, but swallowed convulsing.
“Gonna breed every hole.” Riley pinned her skull, erupting. Gallons? Felt infinite—belly bloating cum-gut, backflow erupting nostrils. Choking gurgles, belly sloshing audible. 💋
Lena came untouched, suit channeling overload to squirt fountains.
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Chapter 5: Mech Merge and Afterglow Ruin
Shower off, Riley dragged cum-leaking Lena to mech bay. Technicians gone—night cycle dim. Goliath loomed; Vortex chained nearby.
“Final test.” Riley shoved Lena into her own cockpit, gel activating wet-suit. Sensitivity maxed. Riley mounted behind, cock spearing pussy anew amid humming consoles.
Neural link fired: Lena’s pleasure piloted Vortex phantom—mech humping air simulated. Riley rode her like a bitch in heat, controls sparking under frenzy.
Double Cockpit Climax New Scene
Switched: Into Goliath’s analog seat. Riley sat, Lena impaled reverse-cowgirl. Levers jabbed tits; pedals crushed under heels. Pedals? No—Riley’s feet pinned, forcing bounces.
“Ride, ace. Earn my load.” Lena did—bouncing manic, tits flailing, gel sloshing lewd. Alarms wailed overload; sim-displays glitched orgasmic.
Cum tsunami hit—womb flood, belly distending mech-huge. Leakage pooled pedals, shorting sparks. Lena blacked, revived by tongue in ear: “You’re my suit-slut now.”
Endgame Bind
Bay silent save pants. Riley cradled broken Lena—kisses bruising tender now. Suit peeled slow, exposing welts, bites, cum-tattoos. “Next battle? We sync.”
Lena nodded, addicted. Rivals fused in filth, orbital nightwatcher their secret. Pleasure’s chains eternal.
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