Two long arms protruded from the body of the construct and grabbed onto Kathryn's arms, causing a high-pitched scream to erupt from her throat. A rod shot out from the front of the device and shoved a ball of leather into her mouth, preventing her from making any more noise, other than a loud moan. Another two limbs attached onto her legs and a further two appeared, staying still for two or three seconds - seemingly scanning her, or sizing her up - before moving towards her. They set to work, efficiently removing her nightingale armour until she was wearing only her underclothes. The arms reached around her back and undid her breast cloth, allowing it to fall to the floor and then pulled down the final piece of clothing. These two arms having accomplished their task, retracted back into the main body of the device. The four arms that had a grasp on her body lifted her into the air and gently placed her on top of the metal phallus, lowering her down onto the penis as it slid inside her. She felt a liquid being excreted, further moistening her already wet flaps - as much as she hated the situation she was in, she couldn't deny that she was aroused. She felt the cold, metal cock entering her body further and further and she managed to spit the gag from her mouth and screamed, although she wasn't sure if it was due to pleasure or the helplessness she felt and the urge to regain control of her body. But there was nothing she could do.
The dwarven penis extended out from the body of the sex machine, going further inside Kathryn until she thought she could bear no more. Then it retracted back. Forwards. Backwards. Forwards. Backwards. Each motion rewarded with a small groan from the Breton girl. She felt herself building up to her climax. Forwards. Backwards. The metal phallus slid easily through Kathryn's folds, because although it was bigger than any Nord's she had seen so far, the metal was also smoother. Forwards. Backwards. The old Dwemer machine ploughed on relentlessly. Kathryn wailed helplessly, although she knew she didn't want it to stop. As she erupted in her orgasm, she felt herself tighten around the length of metal. Her moans echoed through the old hall. The ancient dwarven cock stopped moving and she felt another liquid being excreted from the pores in its surface. This time, the substance was warming and she felt a little boost. She guessed the liquid was some kind of potion, either to heal you or make you ready for another round. Either way, she realised the old machine wasn't done quite yet.
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A different type of Dwemer machinery. 2a / 3
Date: 2013-06-01 06:18 pm (UTC)The dwarven penis extended out from the body of the sex machine, going further inside Kathryn until she thought she could bear no more. Then it retracted back. Forwards. Backwards. Forwards. Backwards. Each motion rewarded with a small groan from the Breton girl. She felt herself building up to her climax. Forwards. Backwards. The metal phallus slid easily through Kathryn's folds, because although it was bigger than any Nord's she had seen so far, the metal was also smoother. Forwards. Backwards. The old Dwemer machine ploughed on relentlessly. Kathryn wailed helplessly, although she knew she didn't want it to stop. As she erupted in her orgasm, she felt herself tighten around the length of metal. Her moans echoed through the old hall. The ancient dwarven cock stopped moving and she felt another liquid being excreted from the pores in its surface. This time, the substance was warming and she felt a little boost. She guessed the liquid was some kind of potion, either to heal you or make you ready for another round. Either way, she realised the old machine wasn't done quite yet.