Author's Note: This is smut and assumes you're over 18 in reading it. Tags: Warframe, female Rhino x herm Ember, oral, vaginal Routine. That's what it is. That's what it has become. Blissful routine. Rhino strides into the chambers the Tenno had often resided in for personal meditation. Little more than a refurbished storage room, emptied out of the unnecessary clutter in favour of a weapon rack, a charge module, a food paste processor, and a single storage locker that has been repurposed as a table. Or, more often than not, a bed. The great warrior's thoughts turn to the first routine, dismantling the great war gloves used in combat so oft before, set aside for easy access again later. They come off to reveal gnarled, heavy, large hands covered in ablative porcelain armor, and the Tenno sets off to removing the cryo feeds and napalm canisters in the Furaxes one by one. It is a calming thing, Rhino believes. In ancient times, the Orokin warriors had their more refined arts to contend with – Bonsai trees, painting, music. The only art these days one could enjoy were of the technological and far more practical nature. A pity really. Rhino always did fancy the soft tones of ryuteki play from the ancient recordings. Then comes the second routine. Rhino tenses, the body rising up from its earlier seated position, and Rhino begins with a series of slow, flexing, tensing motions to relax the muscles and remove the slack they had acquired from the mission just before. Precious few minutes pass as Rhino's arms curl one after another, the thickly armored bicep being rubbed just under the armored porcelain to the nanoplex musculature layers. Made to resist the rigors of cold space, it's always so surprising how sensitive the flesh-like synthetic muscle can be. Squats. A few moments of sitting against the wall. Then the third routine. Rhino sighs softly as the storage locker is cleared, and then sat upon. A familiar hiss comes, right on time, the door to the storage chamber opening to reveal the shape of Ember. The light behind her obscures much of her features, beyond the obvious. That rooster-like crest on her helmet. Those thick, muscular legs with its heavy armor. The door closes, and the pyromancer Tenno is revealed in all her glory to Rhino. The cocky braggart walks in as if she owns the place, locking the door nonchalantly and walking up to Rhino with no regard for mildness or modesty. After all… "It ain't gonna suck itself, you know," Ember says in her husky tone to the gargant. Her right arm lifts back, and the left hand lowers to the already jutting thick organ throbbing from between her legs. Rhino's sloped head slowly leans in, hands cupping Ember's bloated testes, and Rhino's rebreather is nudged and pressed against the glans of Ember's heated penis. She lets out an appreciative hiss, the hand on her shaft moving up to stroke along Rhino's helmet, feeling the nanoplex flesh, the creases she's so familiar with to grip. But she lets Rhino take control now, allowing her bitch to press the rebreather further open until warm flesh and warm flesh are joined as one. Rhino's moist and humid mouth closes around Ember's spear, lips tightening around her... and then firmly starts to suck the pyrocaster's dick down hard. A soft groan leaves the cocky Tenno's speakers, her buttocks clenching as she grinds up into Rhino's helmeted face. Both her hands find the back of her partner's head, and she wastes very little time in knocking herself balls deep into Rhino's rebreather and the hidden mouth. Rhino, in turn, grabs Ember by the hips, head rocking down to meet her fat cock. Strings of amniotic fluids and spittle ooze from the rebreather on Rhino's helmet as that cock gets thoroughly pumped in and out of that eager gullet. Rhino is then held down hard, as Ember enjoys her bitch' tight throat spasming around her turgid, bloated length. She could have blown her load right there and then, but Ember is, too, a disciplined warrior. She pulls Rhino free from her choking organ, the great gargant breathing heavily through that distended, oozing rebreather. "Lie back," she says simply. Rhino heeds. Her legs are pulled up under the knees, her thick thighs spreading wide for Ember. She approaches Rhino on her own knees, stroking down the thick pelvic structure of her body armour, until she finds the nanoplex flesh lining her inner thighs. Stroking along the sensitive synthetic flesh, she rocks her fingers along the moist, tiny opening she finds there, her other hand resting on the heaving, armoured chest of her Rhino. The cocky Tenno nudges her armoured face softly against a heavy chestplate, the frill on her helmet nudging under Rhino's chin. A soft chuckle leaves the gargant even as she feels her false flesh... and then her very real flesh yield for her Ember. That chuckle very quickly gives a rise to a deep, but still very feminine moan. Ember lazily fingers Rhino for a few minutes like this, spreading the Warframe's junction and teasing the fat, puffy female lips the body armour hides, until her fingers withdraw from her body, and Rhino is left empty again. "Turn around," Ember huskily commands. Damned pelvis. If only that wasn't part of her Orokin Warframe. Then she could be belly to belly with her rooster. Instead, Rhino slowly turns around, laying her chest flat on the back of the locker, her head canting back to look over her right shoulder. Her ass is up in the air for Ember, before it gives an inviting wiggle. Wordlessly, she reaches back to spread herself for Ember. She wastes not a single moment more. One plunge is all it takes for her to sink balls deep into Rhino's yearning body. Ember is beyond hot, she is searing. Rhino cries out in bliss, knocking her heavy hips back into Ember's own full drumsticks. Her fat glans rubs up along her sensitive, wanting walls. Then Ember drags herself out until only the heated, throbbing head of her dick is inside Rhino's moist vulva. She thrusts right down to the hips immediately. Ember's lithe and Rhino's bulky body move in tandem, practised in their shared sensual art. Rhino's voice lilts with every rock of their bodies back and forth, her head lowering as she feels herself so full and whole. Ember's pace begins to pick up. She is insistent. She needs to blow her load. Rhino reaches down with a hand, cupping those swollen testicles in her porcelain covered digits, and squeezes down softly on her nuts, feeling them tense up in her sack. Wordlessly, she waits for the deep thrust inwards, before Rhino's palm cups her testes closer to her body, her fingers squeezing with a familiarity and gentleness belying her great size. Ember cries out for the first time like a girl wont, slumping over Rhino's broad back, her hands roaming over her armoured chest. Her own breasts flatten against Rhino's back, feeling the veins and feeds on her Warframe against her nanoplex skin. After another squeeze, Ember lets out a shrill little squeal, and then explodes. Thick strands of liquid heat spray and splatter against Rhino's inner walls, making her shudder in appreciation. More seed pumps from Ember's bloated shaft, filling Rhino to the brim. Her body convulses in desire, her entire frame shaking. It isn't until Ember, tired, spent, flaccid (and still huge a dong, good grief!) pulls out of Rhino's soaked, dripping, gaping twat, that Rhino really shivers. The hot seed oozes down over her vulva and her nanoplex flesh. She tightens her stomach muscles, trying to hold back the tide of seed oozing from her cunt. Her resistance melts as Ember's searing seed oozes over her most sensitive flesh, shamelessly spasming in orgasm around not even Ember's cock, but the mess she left inside of her, drooling out of her cunt. Ember regards her handiwork with a smile under her helmet, stroking her fingers over Rhino's backside, feeling her glutes and thighs. "Heh. I knew you wanted it." Then she rises, only then bothering to make herself appear decent and modest. Ember swats Rhino's glutes with a loud smack of her palm, making the gargant woman jump a bit in her prone position. "Same time next time, bitch," Ember all but purrs the words out. The door is unlocked, and with a pair of hisses, it opens, then closes. Rhino is left slumped over the locker in her afterglow. Routine. That's what it is. That's what it has become. Blissful routine.