...and that's how I got kicked out of Orcus Relay!

> [[Lick]]
>The command came clear as crystal in your head, and you went to work on the steel snatch presented before you
>You aren't sure exactly what happened. One moment you were plodding away and cursing Baro for bringing a thousand god-damn tenno to your quiet relay and making you work, and the next thing you know you're in some abandoned corner of that same relay, kneeling before a warframe.
>The nyx standing before you had caught your eye with her plump thighs and swaying hips, and your feet moved on your own
>Your achingly stiff member has been leaking for a while, with the occasional stroke of some unseen force keeping you so close to the edge you have all but fallen over it already
>but you can't yet. Not while SHE is pulling your strings.
>Not that you mind one bit.
>Slick steel thighs feel cool and smooth under your tongue, with the only heat being the hot lips that those legs lead to
>when you finally reach it, there's no reaction, save for a burst of encouragement somewhere in your subconscious, and a hand against the back of your head
>Doing this, servicing this warrior with your tongue, lips, and fingers, feels like the most right and perfect thing in the world
> [[It is your proper place between these thighs, and you would have it no other way]]
>Your entire mouth tingles with some electric sensation, and every lick, nibble, bite and swallow sends a fresh jolt of sensation down your spine and through your core
>You're sure that the puddle beneath you is no small thing at this point
>A second hand joins the first, and together they hold your head still while she rides your face to what you assume would be an orgasm, of warframes are even capable of such a thing. The irregular compulsions, not fully formed commands but practically dripping with primal urges, sure as hell seem like one
>And it's a sensation she's not at all above inflicting you as well
>But yours is cut short by a sharp slap against your cheeks
>You yelp as much as you can with a mouthful of Nyx, but the grip she has keeps you from turning to see the source
>Another follows shortly after, followed by another unformed pulse of [[pleasure]]
>Then another slap
>then another pulse
>again and again the pattern of painful [[pleasure]] assaults your senses and threatens to strip away what little sense you have left
>But her grip on other things is loosening
>Just a little bit more, as you find her button with your free hand and touch it ever-so-slightly
>Whatever you have felt up until this moment is nothing compared to the completely unrestrained pulse of raw [[PLEASURE!] you get.
>Both hands mash your face into the Nyx's crotch, and you dirty the wall in front of you in your release.
>The two of you stay like that, coming down together.
>You are suddenly released from the grips she had on you and pass out in the puddle of your own making
>You aren't sure when you wake up, but your hands are sore, your ass is sore, all you can taste is "Blue"
>but the last though in your head makes it all worth it
>[[Holy shit a Vauban System! Fucking finally!]]
>though you aren't sure why, exactly...