My Own God
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,857
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Matrix movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Title: My Own God
Author: FloweringWolfsbane
Author’s Email: flowering_wolfsbane@hotmail.com
Web page:http://www.machinescontradiction.bravehost.com/fanfiction.html
Pairing; Agent Smith/OC
Current Rating: NC17
Summary: The story of how just how machines seek perfection, so too are they filled with contradiction.
Disclaimer: Not mine, someone else’s.
Warnings: Completely AU of course.
Author’s Note: For a while, the rest of the fic will have certain degrees of PWP. A few people have asked me to elaborate on their sexploits, and I myself have some further exploration of their deeper relationship to make. And so, if you wish to read plot, keep skipping chapters…
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Carefully encircling his throat, M redid the clasp, wrapping the chain about her hand, siull behind him, she pulled him backwards, almost to the point of pain, eyes taking in the grateful arc of his back.
Perfectly toned muscle and skin lay under her finger tips, his head now in her lap as he struggled to become more comfortable in her demanding embrace.
Taking one final drag, she pressed the tip of the cigarette into his chest, inches from his right nipple, the faint smell of burning and his groan of pain her sweet reward.
Releasing the cuffs from his wrists with a simple command of her mind, she sat back, watching as he removed the blindfold, eyes seeking her out.
M sat, the chain connecting them still wrapped loosely about her wrist, hanging limp between them-compared to his own bedraggled state, she was immaculate, pristine in the now dark room sitting like a queen upon the desk, her expression almost daring him to come and touch her.
The burn throbbed and ached, oddly in time to his own pounding heart as he waited expectantly for her. As he predicted, she yanked him forward, capturing his face with her hands, stroking his hair carefully, a movement that sharply contrasted with her rough movements with her collar.
“Never doubt you are worthy, but remember your place. I didn’t teach you to be disobedient to me, did I?”
A deep careful kiss teased his lips, and he eagerly accepted her tongue into his mouth. He enjoyed her delicate and yet firm ministrations, this kiss stealing his breath even as he inhaled and went into it.
“Respect me and my body and you can have what you want. But this is a reward for a lesson well learned.”
With that she withdrew her tongue, sucking gently on his to coax it into her mouth pressing her lips to his less roughly. She leant backwards, tugging him with her, so it was his body pressed into hers.
The kiss broke, he looked t her with an odd gleam in his eye, and then began to glut himself on her. A shaking hand undid her buttons, slipping inside to clasp a breast the other hand holding her head still so his mouth could carefully lavish her neck with kisses.
Closing her eyes, she savoured the feeling of being dominated, of being forced beneath another; the first time this had ever happened to her. And yet still she was in control, he still called her master, and was so eager to please…
She felt the cold very soon on her bare skin, her breasts exposed to him, the black bra she wore offering very little protection from the coolness. She felt her skirt being yanked down, and the chain pull on her hand as Smith leant back to take in the full picture of her lying wanton on the desk.
“Do you like what you see? Do you want me?”
Her shoes had fallen off, suspenders in full few, one dainty foot rising to touch his cock, running up and down the soft fabric of his trousers.
“What are you waiting for? If you want me, come and fuck me”
She dragged him back down, frenzied kisses planted on his lips, hands stroking, eyes admiring until she felt uncertain hands behind her back, unlatching her bra and pulling it free. Now wearing only suspenders and panties, she felt on fire under his gaze, burning up like a torch.
His lack of experience was clear with his hesitation, but soon she began to feel fingers stroking the outside of her gusset, a mouth bruising her throat and mowing down to the swell of her breast, hungrily sucking a nipple as fingers disregarded lace and delved inside, carefully questing for her hidden clit and stoking horribly and yet wonderfully slow.
She closed her eyes again as he sped up, ripples of hidden emotion rocking her logical mind and disturbing the flow of her thoughts.
Both breasts now sore from tantalising torment, kisses moved to her stomach, she lay down to give him better access, feeling cold lips on her warm sex, a tongue running over her clit m fingers replacing tongue as he set a rough pace, delving deeper and deeper, his fingers and lips smeared in her liquids.
Feeling her mind lose its footing, she hopelessly urged him on, tugging on the leash until she came, her whole body going taut in his hold, a soft cry escaping her lips. She felt warm, blissful, white stars in her eyes as she sat up, a wicked idea coming to her. Pulling him upright, she kissed his, tasting herself on his lips and tongue, the odd taste smearing all over her own face as well as his. One of her hands fumbled for her discarded jacket, seeking into a pocket to withdraw a small ring. Forcing two fingers inside the ring., she deepened the kiss, her hand wrapping over his cock and dragging the ring painlessly downwards, securing it at the base of his cock.
“Leave it!” M snapped as his own hand came down to see what she had done. “You are not to touch it, understand? Now dress yourself; we shall continue this tomorrow.”
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sorry for the delay people, i've had my AS level exams and no time for typing up! reviews appreciated as ever, thank you all for reading, you're a wonderful audience!
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Author: FloweringWolfsbane
Author’s Email: flowering_wolfsbane@hotmail.com
Web page:http://www.machinescontradiction.bravehost.com/fanfiction.html
Pairing; Agent Smith/OC
Current Rating: NC17
Summary: The story of how just how machines seek perfection, so too are they filled with contradiction.
Disclaimer: Not mine, someone else’s.
Warnings: Completely AU of course.
Author’s Note: For a while, the rest of the fic will have certain degrees of PWP. A few people have asked me to elaborate on their sexploits, and I myself have some further exploration of their deeper relationship to make. And so, if you wish to read plot, keep skipping chapters…
Collared
Carefully encircling his throat, M redid the clasp, wrapping the chain about her hand, siull behind him, she pulled him backwards, almost to the point of pain, eyes taking in the grateful arc of his back.
Perfectly toned muscle and skin lay under her finger tips, his head now in her lap as he struggled to become more comfortable in her demanding embrace.
Taking one final drag, she pressed the tip of the cigarette into his chest, inches from his right nipple, the faint smell of burning and his groan of pain her sweet reward.
Releasing the cuffs from his wrists with a simple command of her mind, she sat back, watching as he removed the blindfold, eyes seeking her out.
M sat, the chain connecting them still wrapped loosely about her wrist, hanging limp between them-compared to his own bedraggled state, she was immaculate, pristine in the now dark room sitting like a queen upon the desk, her expression almost daring him to come and touch her.
The burn throbbed and ached, oddly in time to his own pounding heart as he waited expectantly for her. As he predicted, she yanked him forward, capturing his face with her hands, stroking his hair carefully, a movement that sharply contrasted with her rough movements with her collar.
“Never doubt you are worthy, but remember your place. I didn’t teach you to be disobedient to me, did I?”
A deep careful kiss teased his lips, and he eagerly accepted her tongue into his mouth. He enjoyed her delicate and yet firm ministrations, this kiss stealing his breath even as he inhaled and went into it.
“Respect me and my body and you can have what you want. But this is a reward for a lesson well learned.”
With that she withdrew her tongue, sucking gently on his to coax it into her mouth pressing her lips to his less roughly. She leant backwards, tugging him with her, so it was his body pressed into hers.
The kiss broke, he looked t her with an odd gleam in his eye, and then began to glut himself on her. A shaking hand undid her buttons, slipping inside to clasp a breast the other hand holding her head still so his mouth could carefully lavish her neck with kisses.
Closing her eyes, she savoured the feeling of being dominated, of being forced beneath another; the first time this had ever happened to her. And yet still she was in control, he still called her master, and was so eager to please…
She felt the cold very soon on her bare skin, her breasts exposed to him, the black bra she wore offering very little protection from the coolness. She felt her skirt being yanked down, and the chain pull on her hand as Smith leant back to take in the full picture of her lying wanton on the desk.
“Do you like what you see? Do you want me?”
Her shoes had fallen off, suspenders in full few, one dainty foot rising to touch his cock, running up and down the soft fabric of his trousers.
“What are you waiting for? If you want me, come and fuck me”
She dragged him back down, frenzied kisses planted on his lips, hands stroking, eyes admiring until she felt uncertain hands behind her back, unlatching her bra and pulling it free. Now wearing only suspenders and panties, she felt on fire under his gaze, burning up like a torch.
His lack of experience was clear with his hesitation, but soon she began to feel fingers stroking the outside of her gusset, a mouth bruising her throat and mowing down to the swell of her breast, hungrily sucking a nipple as fingers disregarded lace and delved inside, carefully questing for her hidden clit and stoking horribly and yet wonderfully slow.
She closed her eyes again as he sped up, ripples of hidden emotion rocking her logical mind and disturbing the flow of her thoughts.
Both breasts now sore from tantalising torment, kisses moved to her stomach, she lay down to give him better access, feeling cold lips on her warm sex, a tongue running over her clit m fingers replacing tongue as he set a rough pace, delving deeper and deeper, his fingers and lips smeared in her liquids.
Feeling her mind lose its footing, she hopelessly urged him on, tugging on the leash until she came, her whole body going taut in his hold, a soft cry escaping her lips. She felt warm, blissful, white stars in her eyes as she sat up, a wicked idea coming to her. Pulling him upright, she kissed his, tasting herself on his lips and tongue, the odd taste smearing all over her own face as well as his. One of her hands fumbled for her discarded jacket, seeking into a pocket to withdraw a small ring. Forcing two fingers inside the ring., she deepened the kiss, her hand wrapping over his cock and dragging the ring painlessly downwards, securing it at the base of his cock.
“Leave it!” M snapped as his own hand came down to see what she had done. “You are not to touch it, understand? Now dress yourself; we shall continue this tomorrow.”
~~~~
sorry for the delay people, i've had my AS level exams and no time for typing up! reviews appreciated as ever, thank you all for reading, you're a wonderful audience!
FW