My Own God
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Category:
M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,854
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.
Lessons to be Learnt
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 6:2 Lessons to be Learnt
It was M’s office, spacious and basic, and number of chairs and then empty, air filled space. Their HQ was a military controlled building, indiscernible from the other high tech, modern appearing Skyscrapers in the middle of the city. It was mainly empty, used for practice, research and monitoring within the Matrix interface. Each Agent had an office, exactly why, he was uncertain. It was pointless; they never stayed in them for long.
But here Smith sat, alone, awaiting M’s return. She had contacted him via a little-used cell phone in his pocket, insisting upon his punctual arrival. Ever a stickler for time and obedience, he was early, the leather seat M would sit in soon empty, an odd feeling coming over him. Had that night on the bonnet actually ever happened? Or was it merely his Expansion Upgrade creating fantasies?
Double checking he was alone, he put his hand into his pocket, carefully removing her folded black thong from its hiding pace. Was this why she had left it, as some cold memento mori of the futility of lust?
And yet he found he didn’t care; the pleasant build up, the climax, the relative tenderness afterwards…His body needed hers, and need almost bordering on pain, so deep and unrelenting
With his eyes half lidded, he bought the delicate lingerie to his nose, inhaling her scent, unbidden excitement coursing through him, blood pooling in his crotch and making his arousal clear.
The door opened, slow, measured steps from expensive, Gucci styled shoes echoing gently, the anticipation of her domineering presence enough to make him shiver all over. Instead of taking her seat before him, she tauntingly stayed out of his sight; he knew her better than to try to seek eye contact
Hands, strongly feminine, clenched his shoulders, roughly massaging his tense back.
“Did you miss me?” Her voice, level and even, enquired, her hand tilting her head so she could see him, his shades quickly moved to the desk. M was taken aback by just how blue they were, so deep she could drown in them. He was perfect, he was powerful, and he was all hers.
“I need you, like a drug; I have missed you.” A fervent kiss, no contact between them save that of her hand on his cheek and her lips on his. She smiled, very aware of the effect she was having on him. This really was so easy! Her own body wanted this, wanted to feel his touch, but she would ignore it. Allowing him liberties with her during copulation would blur the line of authority.
“I assume you came here with the hope of a repeat of the other night?” he nodded in reply, a curt nod. Her hands left him, and she carefully span the chair around, leaning close to him, inches between their faces. He seemed caught between fear and rapture, indeed, she felt powerful; she had total control over Agent Smith, her Agent Smith.” Very well; I’ll give you want you want.”
She dropped to her knees, carefully leaning forwards, undoing his zipper with her teeth, her eyes flashing up to watch his barely concealed excitement, his hands clasping the arms of the chair so tightly his knuckle went white….Oh, she would enjoy tormenting him….
She experimented with a tentative lick, taking the small amount of bitter seed into her mouth, carefully deciding if this was something she wanted to do. Another glance up at him, his head tossed back, heavy breathing making his chest rise and fall inconsistently.
M teased, licking gently and then blowing cold, her hands readjusting his clothing so, one at a time, she could taste his entirety, using her hands where her mouth was occupied elsewhere. After what seemed like an age of this torment, she took his length into her mouth, a long sigh escaping his lips.
The floor beneath her was hard on her knees, her hands now resting on his spread thighs; she tried not to think about what she was doing, focussing instead on his heady, musty scent, the taste of having him in his mouth, so close…
Hips jerked, and his hands latched onto her hair, forcing her mouth further downwards, causing her to choke. A further cry came from him, and he came in her mouth.
She pushed him away angrily, spitting into her hand, retching at the idea that he had taken control again….
Not giving him the pleasure of finishing his orgasm, she forced her hand to his mouth, forcing fingers roughly inside his mouth, making sure he swallowed every drop from her fingers, allowing his fears to grow. Her hand reached for the metal ruler on the desk.
“Stand up, and bend over.”
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feedback is appreciated, and makes me write quicker! thanks to all the 150 readers i've had so far!
FW
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 6:2 Lessons to be Learnt
It was M’s office, spacious and basic, and number of chairs and then empty, air filled space. Their HQ was a military controlled building, indiscernible from the other high tech, modern appearing Skyscrapers in the middle of the city. It was mainly empty, used for practice, research and monitoring within the Matrix interface. Each Agent had an office, exactly why, he was uncertain. It was pointless; they never stayed in them for long.
But here Smith sat, alone, awaiting M’s return. She had contacted him via a little-used cell phone in his pocket, insisting upon his punctual arrival. Ever a stickler for time and obedience, he was early, the leather seat M would sit in soon empty, an odd feeling coming over him. Had that night on the bonnet actually ever happened? Or was it merely his Expansion Upgrade creating fantasies?
Double checking he was alone, he put his hand into his pocket, carefully removing her folded black thong from its hiding pace. Was this why she had left it, as some cold memento mori of the futility of lust?
And yet he found he didn’t care; the pleasant build up, the climax, the relative tenderness afterwards…His body needed hers, and need almost bordering on pain, so deep and unrelenting
With his eyes half lidded, he bought the delicate lingerie to his nose, inhaling her scent, unbidden excitement coursing through him, blood pooling in his crotch and making his arousal clear.
The door opened, slow, measured steps from expensive, Gucci styled shoes echoing gently, the anticipation of her domineering presence enough to make him shiver all over. Instead of taking her seat before him, she tauntingly stayed out of his sight; he knew her better than to try to seek eye contact
Hands, strongly feminine, clenched his shoulders, roughly massaging his tense back.
“Did you miss me?” Her voice, level and even, enquired, her hand tilting her head so she could see him, his shades quickly moved to the desk. M was taken aback by just how blue they were, so deep she could drown in them. He was perfect, he was powerful, and he was all hers.
“I need you, like a drug; I have missed you.” A fervent kiss, no contact between them save that of her hand on his cheek and her lips on his. She smiled, very aware of the effect she was having on him. This really was so easy! Her own body wanted this, wanted to feel his touch, but she would ignore it. Allowing him liberties with her during copulation would blur the line of authority.
“I assume you came here with the hope of a repeat of the other night?” he nodded in reply, a curt nod. Her hands left him, and she carefully span the chair around, leaning close to him, inches between their faces. He seemed caught between fear and rapture, indeed, she felt powerful; she had total control over Agent Smith, her Agent Smith.” Very well; I’ll give you want you want.”
She dropped to her knees, carefully leaning forwards, undoing his zipper with her teeth, her eyes flashing up to watch his barely concealed excitement, his hands clasping the arms of the chair so tightly his knuckle went white….Oh, she would enjoy tormenting him….
She experimented with a tentative lick, taking the small amount of bitter seed into her mouth, carefully deciding if this was something she wanted to do. Another glance up at him, his head tossed back, heavy breathing making his chest rise and fall inconsistently.
M teased, licking gently and then blowing cold, her hands readjusting his clothing so, one at a time, she could taste his entirety, using her hands where her mouth was occupied elsewhere. After what seemed like an age of this torment, she took his length into her mouth, a long sigh escaping his lips.
The floor beneath her was hard on her knees, her hands now resting on his spread thighs; she tried not to think about what she was doing, focussing instead on his heady, musty scent, the taste of having him in his mouth, so close…
Hips jerked, and his hands latched onto her hair, forcing her mouth further downwards, causing her to choke. A further cry came from him, and he came in her mouth.
She pushed him away angrily, spitting into her hand, retching at the idea that he had taken control again….
Not giving him the pleasure of finishing his orgasm, she forced her hand to his mouth, forcing fingers roughly inside his mouth, making sure he swallowed every drop from her fingers, allowing his fears to grow. Her hand reached for the metal ruler on the desk.
“Stand up, and bend over.”
__
feedback is appreciated, and makes me write quicker! thanks to all the 150 readers i've had so far!
FW