C78 R18 Tasting The Witch

I pressed the bell, and a few moments later, the door slid open with a soft whoosh. 

There she stood, the manager, dressed in a loose open bottom tank top with no bra underneath through which I could clearly glimpse at her bare synthetic b*easts and denim shorts, her silver hair tied Into a casual ponytail. It was a far cry from her usual cosplay appearance.

She leaned casually against the doorway, her synthetic eyes gleaming as she looked me over.

"No more wanna be witch?"

I said, one eyebrow raised.

She smirked, crossing her arms.

"What? Can't a girl relax after a long day? Not everything has to be a hat and a skirt."

I chuckled.

"Fair enough."

She stepped aside, motioning for me to come in. As I entered, the room hit me with an aura that could only come from an ex-merc.

The furnishings were sparse and functional, but you could see bits of her past woven into the fabric of the space.

A pair of worn combat boots sat near the door, and a few holoscreens displayed tactical data in the corner, though they were dimmed for the evening.

A large table dominated the center of the room, on it sat a bottle of vodka and two glasses.

"Nice place,"

I said, running my hand across the table.

"Feels like home."

"Yeah, well, old habits die hard,"

She replied, shrugging as she sat down at the table.

"Once a merc, always a merc. It's not like we get to retire to a white picket fence and some sunshine planet."

I joined her at the table, eyeing the bottle of vodka she was already pouring into the two glasses. I lifted one and swirled the liquid, watching the reflection of the dim light bounce off it.

"Can you even get drunk?"

I asked, nodding toward her synthetic body which had Inhumanly perfect curves.

She smirked, picking up her own glass.

"My body might be synthetic, but my brain's still organic. The rest of me mimics a biological body perfectly. So yeah, I can still enjoy a drink or two... or four."

I chuckled and raised my glass.

"To old habits, then."

She clinked her glass against mine, and we both downed the first shot. The vodka burned on the way down, but it was the kind of burn that came with familiarity.

"So,"

She said, leaning back in her chair, eyes narrowing slightly as she passed me a holo tablet.

"here's the mission details feel free to look them over"

"Don't mind me then"

I said with a grin as I started looking through the details my cybernetic lenses recording them and storing In my microchip.

"So how Is youre new blood fearing so far?"

She asked with a smirk while refilling our glasses.

"Truthfully tragically, one of my pups already tried committing suicide"

I shrugged my shoulders as I placed down the tablet, grabbed the shot and after clinking our glasses gulped It down.

"Well that's to be expected, UNOE Is going downhills with each day, and considering the fact that all of them are broken In some way Its no surprise but I believe you didn't get the demon drill sergeant from hell nickname for nothing especially back In the day then recruits were tougher so you'll wipe them into proper mercs one way or another"

She said as she refilled our glasses again.

"Dont worry I can bet my d*ck on a chopping board that by the time Im done with them they'll be proper Iron Fenrirs"

I answered while smirking.

We both laughed at that, taking another shot. As the conversation flowed, so did the vodka. By the time we had polished off the fourth bottle, we were both more than a little tipsy, and the banter had shifted to something a bit more personal.

The manager stood up, stretching her arms overhead, her synthetic limbs moving with the same fluidity as any organic body.

"You know, for an almost two centuries old fossil you're not half bad company,"

She teased, her eyes scanning me playfully.

"Maybe you should come by again after you get back."

I grinned, leaning back in my chair, my mind hazy but still sharp enough to catch the teasing in her tone.

"Maybe I will. But I have a request first before we get to the f*cking part."

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Oh? What's that?"

I smirked, meeting her eyes.

"That witch costume, mind putting It on?"

For a moment, her expression was unreadable, and then she broke into a sly smile.

"So you like cosplay huh?"

I nodded, still grinning. She chuckled softly, then turned toward the back room of her apartment.

"Alright then, give me a minute you kinky bastard"

As she disappeared into her room, I leaned back, savoring the buzz of the vodka and the atmosphere.

The room had gone quiet, save for the low hum of the citadels life support systems in the background.

It was strange, being here in her space, a blend of ex-merc grit and just enough personal comfort to make it feel lived-in.

A few moments later, she stepped back into the room, and there she was, dressed in the same black, flowing witch's costume I remembered.

The outfit hugged her synthetic hourglass shaped body, the dark material contrasting with the gleam of her synthetic skin, giving her an otherworldly, almost predatory look.

She stood there, watching me with a playful gleam in her eyes.

"Well? What do you think?"

I let out a low whistle.

"Now were talking"

She walked over to me slowly, her eyes never leaving mine as she climbed onto my lap, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders.

She leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered.

"You know... I don't wear this for just anyone during s*x"

I couldn't help but grin.

"Lucky me."

Her lips met mine in a heated kiss, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer as the moment escalated.

The buzz of the alcohol and the intensity of the atmosphere wrapped around us like a haze. For a while, everything else, the crew, the mission, the ship, faded away, leaving just the two of us in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

My hands traveled down under her mini skirt and cupped a feel of her synthetic buttlocks which were perfect as I did I stood up and sat down on the bed with the witch still In my clutches.

Only for her to push me down on the bed as I raised her school shirt exposing her large sized perfect milkers the kind no biological woman could possible have as I did my hands moved on reflex already playing with her perfect b*easts and n*pples.

"Mhmmmm..."'

The manager moaned as she bit her plump synthetic lip while grinding her coach against my reporting for duty trooper which was full of energy.

It didn't take long before I flipped her over, raising her skirt and pulling her already moist panties to the side while slipping out of my space uniform In record time.

"Hmmm no hair just as I like It..."

I whispered with a grin while grinding my rifle against her shaft coating It In her synthetic juices.

"Hmph why don't you put It In already my personal big bad wolf and have a taste of me?"

The manager asked with that sultry voice of hers and I didn't need to be asked twice, without waisting a second I rammed myself In only to grab her wide hips as strongly as I could.

F*ck synthetic p*ssy Is no joke!

I cursed In my mind because she was just too damned tight!

"Eh already done? Dont tell me that's all you got?"

The damned witch asked with a smirk plastered on her face, as she did my switch got flipped again.

"Just shut up and clamp those legs around me"