My Own God
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,853
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Bonnet Bouncing
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…
Chapter 6.1
Her breath rose in a mist, the cold night air heightening the tension between them both, in both sexual and physical ways. M grasped the lapels of his jacket roughly, thrusting him backward onto the bonnet of the Audi. Carefully removing her shades and unhooking her earpieces, she slipped on top of him, watching his reaction to both their closeness and the pressure on his crotch.
“You are not to touch me without permission, do you understand?” She hissed, mouth by his war, rocking her hips into his, the gentle gasps and moans he made pleasing to her. Warmth spread through her body, and her logic could not help but marvel at the sheer magnitude of how basic instincts made her feel this ….liberated.
Quickly reminding herself that this was about the power-establishing her authority over Smith by making him a slave to his lust for her; she only had to be convincing enough…
Taking a firm hold of his head she kissed him roughly, ravishing his mouth with hers, ending as abruptly as she had began. Her hands quickly undoing his shirt, lavishing attention to his chest, nails raking over sensitive skin as her tongue got to work on a nipple, actions becoming more violent as frenzied as his pleasure increased. Moans of enjoyment were becoming punctuated by soft groans of pain as M’s teeth too got viciously cruel.
“Reboot. Say that one word, and I’ll stop, understand, Agent?” She rose her lips again to his ear, hand s adjusting the position of his clothes. Shirt and jacket splayed open; she began to tighten the tie on his neck, the black silk fetching on his throat as she pushed the knot, tightening the pressure on his throat. Looming over him, her cruel smile twisted its way back to her mouth “But you need to show me your mettle, you’re stronger than that, aren’t you? I didn’t train you to give up, to cry and to beg for mercy. I didn’t train you to give in, did I?”
“No, Agent M.” She watched, almost seeing the cogs working in his head. He would not give in, but, physically, he was in agony. But the thrill of pain was accompanied by adrenaline, a rush of pheromones washing over his lust drained body.
“What do you want?”
“For you to release my throat.”
She smirked softly.
“Is that all? Your body desires a lot from me, I can feel it.”
He was unable to respond, the breathe gone from his throat. She smiled again; he wasn’t so hard to control. Releasing her grip, she quickly fumbled with his belt and zip, freeing his cock from any restraint. The sight excited her; she was actually going to….fuck him. Fuck her uncontrollable Agent. That thought in itself got her hot and tingling all over. He was so desirable, so cool, calm and harsh; she had never noticed his sensuality at all, but lost in his hazy lust, beneath her and beaten into submitting….
She carefully readjusted her position, pulling her skirt up over her thighs, watching as his expression changed with the realisation she wore a delicate black thong, easily pulled aside and she promptly slid upon his hardness, a bolt of pain shuddering through her. The look on Smith’s face; enraptured, lustful, wanton….it made it all worth her discomfort.
“Is this what you want? Me sitting pretty o your hard hot cock?” she began to move slowly, tauntingly, as if daring him to challenge her, her almost shaking hand tossing his shades aside, looking deeply into his eyes, icy blue eyes….”You’ve wanted this, haven’t you? From the very beginning, you and the other….having Agent M placed firmly on the end of your dick, taking it in the mouth, swallowing it down, fingering herself whilst calling your name…” She began to pick up her pace. “But you never imagined it like this, did you? With yourself so eager for my discipline….” She was riding him hard, a hand jerking his hair hard, so he had to open his eyes and focus on her. “Answer me, Agent!”
“No, Agent M, I-“ she felt it begin, his hips spasming uncontrollably into her, until finally, he came, hard. She carefully pulled him close to her, not wishing to incur injury in his blissfully empty mind. She removed a handkerchief from her pocket, carefully removing any evidence of their shameless deeds from him, redoing his zipper. The smile that graced his face-confident, self-gratifying. Yes, he was returning to his right mind. M redid she shirt and tie in an almost maternal gesture, before placing a chaste kiss to his lips. Stepping back, she folded her handkerchief and thong carefully together, tucking it into his pocket.
“Get back in the car, Agent. We’re late.”
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…
Chapter 6.1
Her breath rose in a mist, the cold night air heightening the tension between them both, in both sexual and physical ways. M grasped the lapels of his jacket roughly, thrusting him backward onto the bonnet of the Audi. Carefully removing her shades and unhooking her earpieces, she slipped on top of him, watching his reaction to both their closeness and the pressure on his crotch.
“You are not to touch me without permission, do you understand?” She hissed, mouth by his war, rocking her hips into his, the gentle gasps and moans he made pleasing to her. Warmth spread through her body, and her logic could not help but marvel at the sheer magnitude of how basic instincts made her feel this ….liberated.
Quickly reminding herself that this was about the power-establishing her authority over Smith by making him a slave to his lust for her; she only had to be convincing enough…
Taking a firm hold of his head she kissed him roughly, ravishing his mouth with hers, ending as abruptly as she had began. Her hands quickly undoing his shirt, lavishing attention to his chest, nails raking over sensitive skin as her tongue got to work on a nipple, actions becoming more violent as frenzied as his pleasure increased. Moans of enjoyment were becoming punctuated by soft groans of pain as M’s teeth too got viciously cruel.
“Reboot. Say that one word, and I’ll stop, understand, Agent?” She rose her lips again to his ear, hand s adjusting the position of his clothes. Shirt and jacket splayed open; she began to tighten the tie on his neck, the black silk fetching on his throat as she pushed the knot, tightening the pressure on his throat. Looming over him, her cruel smile twisted its way back to her mouth “But you need to show me your mettle, you’re stronger than that, aren’t you? I didn’t train you to give up, to cry and to beg for mercy. I didn’t train you to give in, did I?”
“No, Agent M.” She watched, almost seeing the cogs working in his head. He would not give in, but, physically, he was in agony. But the thrill of pain was accompanied by adrenaline, a rush of pheromones washing over his lust drained body.
“What do you want?”
“For you to release my throat.”
She smirked softly.
“Is that all? Your body desires a lot from me, I can feel it.”
He was unable to respond, the breathe gone from his throat. She smiled again; he wasn’t so hard to control. Releasing her grip, she quickly fumbled with his belt and zip, freeing his cock from any restraint. The sight excited her; she was actually going to….fuck him. Fuck her uncontrollable Agent. That thought in itself got her hot and tingling all over. He was so desirable, so cool, calm and harsh; she had never noticed his sensuality at all, but lost in his hazy lust, beneath her and beaten into submitting….
She carefully readjusted her position, pulling her skirt up over her thighs, watching as his expression changed with the realisation she wore a delicate black thong, easily pulled aside and she promptly slid upon his hardness, a bolt of pain shuddering through her. The look on Smith’s face; enraptured, lustful, wanton….it made it all worth her discomfort.
“Is this what you want? Me sitting pretty o your hard hot cock?” she began to move slowly, tauntingly, as if daring him to challenge her, her almost shaking hand tossing his shades aside, looking deeply into his eyes, icy blue eyes….”You’ve wanted this, haven’t you? From the very beginning, you and the other….having Agent M placed firmly on the end of your dick, taking it in the mouth, swallowing it down, fingering herself whilst calling your name…” She began to pick up her pace. “But you never imagined it like this, did you? With yourself so eager for my discipline….” She was riding him hard, a hand jerking his hair hard, so he had to open his eyes and focus on her. “Answer me, Agent!”
“No, Agent M, I-“ she felt it begin, his hips spasming uncontrollably into her, until finally, he came, hard. She carefully pulled him close to her, not wishing to incur injury in his blissfully empty mind. She removed a handkerchief from her pocket, carefully removing any evidence of their shameless deeds from him, redoing his zipper. The smile that graced his face-confident, self-gratifying. Yes, he was returning to his right mind. M redid she shirt and tie in an almost maternal gesture, before placing a chaste kiss to his lips. Stepping back, she folded her handkerchief and thong carefully together, tucking it into his pocket.
“Get back in the car, Agent. We’re late.”