Well well well! After a hiatus from posting I am back with a backlog!
Starting with this comm from January for a dapper mothman! I rarely get to draw something so fun on a job, so this was a very special treat to work on! (And I would die for a coat like that too frankly.)
The omnic chuckles, optics dim as he watches you writhe on the bed, hands tied behind your back and on your knees. He's seated just ahead, ankle resting on his knee and remote in his hand.
"You look perfect on display for me. Such a pretty, little pet." Ramattra murmurs.
With your hands bound behind your back with deep purple silk, your body completely stripped bare and flushed hot, Ramattra couldn't get enough of the sight. Your hips buck against the vibrator strapped to your thigh, delivering wave after wave of sensations to the base of your already leaking cock.
"P-Please..." You try to beg for some release, but Ramattra shakes his head.
"No. Not yet." The omnic hums. "Beg all you want, I have plans." Plans of just watching you unravel, recording each movement within his databanks; each twitch of your hips, each gasp and whine and moan, every hitch in breath and all the pleas that fall from your lips.
"Eyes on me." He demands, clicking the remote and heightening the buzz. Ramattra knew you weren't going to last much longer, he's surprised you hadn't passed out yet.
When you do lock eyes with his optics, tears finally spill and that only fills Ramattra with a sick satisfaction. "Good boy."
Your knees tremble beneath you, legs spread and cock hard completely on display for him. With each twitch, the vibrator seems to buzz harder, faster, torturing you every second that you're made to hold back.
"Come for me." Ramattra presses the button once again, the toy at its max against the base of your length.
And you do. The pleasure crashing over you for the fifth time as he finally lets you fall over the edge.
Ramattra lets you catch your breath as he stands from his chair and stalks over to the bed. He kneels over to you, fingers tilting your chin up so that you face him.
"There, that was not so hard, was it, little one?" He coos, head tilting to the side.
Though, his voice betrays his true intentions. He's not done. Not by a long shot. "Good boys deserve a reward, hm?"
The omnic chuckles, optics dim as he watches you writhe on the bed, hands tied behind your back and on your knees. He's seated just ahead, ankle resting on his knee and remote in his hand.
"You look perfect on display for me. Such a pretty, little pet." Ramattra murmurs.
With your hands bound behind your back with deep purple silk, your body completely stripped bare and flushed hot, Ramattra couldn't get enough of the sight. Your hips buck against the vibrator strapped to your thigh, delivering wave after wave of sensations to the base of your already leaking cock.
"P-Please..." You try to beg for some release, but Ramattra shakes his head.
"No. Not yet." The omnic hums. "Beg all you want, I have plans." Plans of just watching you unravel, recording each movement within his databanks; each twitch of your hips, each gasp and whine and moan, every hitch in breath and all the pleas that fall from your lips.
"Eyes on me." He demands, clicking the remote and heightening the buzz. Ramattra knew you weren't going to last much longer, he's surprised you hadn't passed out yet.
When you do lock eyes with his optics, tears finally spill and that only fills Ramattra with a sick satisfaction. "Good boy."
Your knees tremble beneath you, legs spread and cock hard completely on display for him. With each twitch, the vibrator seems to buzz harder, faster, torturing you every second that you're made to hold back.
"Come for me." Ramattra presses the button once again, the toy at its max against the base of your length.
And you do. The pleasure crashing over you for the fifth time as he finally lets you fall over the edge.
Ramattra lets you catch your breath as he stands from his chair and stalks over to the bed. He kneels over to you, fingers tilting your chin up so that you face him.
"There, that was not so hard, was it, little one?" He coos, head tilting to the side.
Though, his voice betrays his true intentions. He's not done. Not by a long shot. "Good boys deserve a reward, hm?"
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