It was the revving of a cheap motorcycle taxi, an 'Okada' they called it here, that finally stirred Fracture to wakefulness. Her first sight was pixelated and indistinct, her cybereyes struggling for a fraction of a millisecond to render what they saw before displaying her ceiling in ultra-sharp, high resolution enhanced fidelity. A tiny loading bar at the corner of her peripheral vision hung around 99%, frustrating her as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. The off-white of her ceiling came into focus, as well as the slowly spinning blades of her ceiling fan. Bright blue, glossy strands of her hair crisscrossed the image, brought into sharp focus by her eyes. Fracture groaned and shook the fiber-optic hairs away, nuzzling her fine-featured face back into the bed sheets, trying to will herself back to sleep. One delicate, pale-skinned leg hung off the mattress, contrasting the thick, metallic black cyberarm that was pinned beneath the man sleeping partially on top of her.

It took a few milliseconds for her natural senses to catch up with her augmented ones, the tiny difference in response times reminding Fracture how unreliable her organic parts could be. The hot, sticky air, the smell of burning fuel and month-old garbage, the hooting and chirping of jungle birds all came one at a time, the feral city outside clamoring to be let in to her senses. Lagos was one hell of a town, or as her teammates wouldn't stop saying, a hellish one. A native Virginian, born and raised in the centuries-old aristocracy of that commonwealth (though now it was a corporate aristocracy, rather than a traditional one), she couldn't help but feel out of place in the sprawling slums of the Nigerian city. Not only did her skin color and extravagant hair make her stick out like a sore thumb, but she was used to living in a state where everything was controlled, monitored, watched by an omnipresent corporate presence. Here, the corps turned a blind eye to what went on around the lagoons, the ever-present grip of 'security' forces replaced by the anarchy of a city ruled by gangs and tribal militia. Spending her last run's earnings on a high-rise suite in one of the city's few comparitivley safe neighborhoods only exacerbated things; her relative comfort throwing the dismal poverty of the rest of the city into sharp relief. 

The loading bar finally finished its trek towards one hundred percent, and an augmented-reality system message informed her her low-light vision, smartlink and image magnification were all calibrated and ready for use. With that information, she used the expensive, military grade sensors that replaced her eyes to zoom in and out on her fan. Despite the nearly three hundred thousand nuyen worth of cyberware crammed into her, no amount of chrome could combat the urge to stay curled up in bed, wrapped in warm sheets and comforters and draped in the heavy arms of a sleeping lover. Montou Anubis was snoring, the nasally groans causing his body-and Fracture's-to vibrate ever so slightly. The heavyset human was naked, his body pinning her arm to the bed, one of his own wrapped loosely around her torso, just close enough so Fracture could rest her head on his forearm and smell the sweat of his body. 

The slender elf couldn't help but smile affectionately at the scarred, tattooed gang boss that lay with one leg draped over her waist, his loose but warm member tickling the outside of her thigh. It was like watching a tiger nap, any danger the thing possessed erased by how vulnerable and comfortable it appeared. Montou was a local, of mixed tribal heritage and no affiliation save to the Ammuts, a loosely organized mob of chromed-up killers and pit fighters. Montou's cinnamon-colored skin was marred by innumerable scars, some self inflicted, others from back-alley cyberware surgeries and most from no-holds-barred pit fights. The thin scars of a Glasgow smile, his gang's signature, gave his resting expression a sinister look, while the bulky grey and red of his cybertorso and its armor conversely made Fracture think of a novelty pajama top. The uneven metallic plates encasing his chest felt cold against her fair skin, but the sensation was dulled by her own subdermal armor, making the impression surreal and numb. While Fracture was augmented with high-grade modern cyberware, bought primarily from corporate surgeons and installed by professionals with medical licences, the Lagosian was stuffed with black-market 'ware, most of it second hand (and Fracture shivered thinking of those implications) or outdated. His parts were implanted by organ thieves, amateur surgeons and whomever in the Ammuts could pirate the most relevant skillwires. It was probably just dumb luck he hadn't suffered some crippling infection from so many of such procedures. As the blue-haired elf watched the pit fighter snore, cycling through her vision modes as she did so, she couldn't help but smile at how non-threatening he looked while unconsciously embracing her.

A flashing AR message alerted her that it was half past nine, and that she was due for her daily maintenance and calibrations, breaking her from the comfort of her morning reverie. As much as she loved lazy mornings like this, she was a professional, and a professional cared for her tools. Even more so when they were a part of her-the only parts of her that she really, truly owned. And as inviting as laying another hour and a half watching Anubis snooze, he wasn't as important as her cyberware. Her mechanical body parts were a mark of freedom from her corporate life, a flag of liberty from the controlling world she had been born into. The parts she chose as replacements were more hers than the organic ones she had no say in being born into ever could be. And those parts needed to be cared for.

Fracture gingerly slid out from beneath Anubis, letting him fall softly onto the mattress, the weight of his enhancements causing the bed to creak. Dainty elven feet tiptoed across the bedroom, avoiding the armored vests, sheathed knives and miscellanious electronics that were strewn about the floor from last nights' activities. Her cybertail, glossy black and segmented like something from a horror trid, extended and swayed to and fro as she snuck over to the bathroom, doing her best not to wake Anubis. The tail was something of an impulse buy something shed seen while browsing the matrix one night and just had to have. The next day her doctor had affixed it to the base of her spine, the long black appendage giving her an exotic appearance and drawing the eye towards her tight rear. The slender mechanical tendril reached out to hook her bathrobe as she passed it by, and she shrugged on the garment as she slipped into her bathroom.

Once away from the snoring pit fighter, shutting the door to the bathroom as gently as she could, Fracture let out a heavy sigh. With a mental signal she dismissed the popup informing her it was time to maintain the various pieces of metal that made up her body. Her daily routines were necessary, something she couldn't let slip by. Not only for the physical upkeep, but for the clarity it gave her. Without a routine, a pattern or some daily ritual, she could feel things start to unravel, feel herself start to disconnect with reality. It could feel as though everything was distant or half-dreamed, something happening to another person that just happened to pilot the body she lived in. Her daily rituals were, she thought, equivalent to prayer or meditation. Perhaps it even transcended that, as there were tangible, physical benefits to her version of worship.

The first step of her ritual was a quick dusting with compressed air to ensure her parts were free of dust, water and oil. The cold stream of air blew out the occasional blue hair and any other detritus that might have built up between her joints, which in Lagos could range from bits of greenish mold, ash or crusty dried blood. For the slick fiber-optic cables in her hair she used a special long-fiber brush to minimize streaking and scratching of the optical surfaces, then a quick wash with isopropyl alcohol. Once, her hairs had been caught in the teeth of a monofilament chainsaw wielded by a psychotic ex-runner, and the splayed and frayed cables had distorted the color of her hair for weeks before she had them fixed.

That had been a good night, she thought, remembering the gory arterial spray of her nemesis, the thrill of slicing through his arm. Not like a few nights ago. There was nothing that soured her mood like a mission gone wrong. Her own failures had caused the job to go tits up, and what was supposed to have been an easy, nonviolent blackmail had turned into a violent extraction. If only she hadn't butted in to the interrogation, or done some better recon beforehand, or gone for the stealth route, or anything but what she'd wound up doing. If only she'd done a better job, maybe she wouldn't need to work to overcome feelings of worthlessness that hung at the edge of her mind.

Next, rolling up the sleeves of her bathrobe, was a quick oiling of her tail and her two armored, black cyberlimbs. At a distance they could almost be mistaken for latex evening gloves, were it not for their disproportionate size compared to her slender frame. An etching of a fanged viper coiled up her right arm, its LED eyes flashing blue and yellow. After the joints, she oiled the horizontal sockets where her hidden finger-blades would emerge from, right where her nails would be, were that she still had them. They had built up quite a bit of detritus from disuse, which, she reflected upon, was a good thing. They were backup, in case she was disarmed of her primary weapons-a vibrosword and heavy pistol. Still, she didn't want them failing her when the time came to rely on them. After all, they were a part of her, moreso than any organ or bone, and she needed to show that she could take care of this new 'herself'. Both for her own sanity, and to prove a point. There really was no feeling more liberating than being able to literally choose what you what you wanted to be built out of. Being able to free oneself from being shackled to the limitations set forth by their birth-body, by their birth-parents.

No. Those weren't the thoughts she wanted right now, Fracture thought as she focused on the learned motions of her routine. Those were the thoughts she wanted to suppress, those feelings of worthlessness and unimportance. Doing her best to black out that part of her mind, to prevent herself from drifting back there, she put down the oil and assumed her next task.

After using a precision eyedropper to lubricate her cybereyes and clean the lenses, she retrieved a tube of cleaning gel and a wet washcloth. Maintenance of the subdermal plates was next on the agenda. They were static parts, they didn't move nor interact with things as much as her exterior modifications, but they still needed upkeep. They needed to be kept dry and clean, otherwise the skin and muscle around them could get irritated and she might get a rash or worse, an infection. After a quick check for any scabs or sores that might have developed around them, she wiped down with the washcloth the the lattice of reinforced plastics and metals interwoven with her skin. The muffled staccato of gunfire outside didn't bother her, it was the norm here, and she hummed along to the barks of the gunfight that might be happening not two blocks away.

Tapping her toes on the tiled bathroom floor, Fracture squeezed out a few globs of cleaning gel onto her fingers. Watching herself in the mirror, Fracture smeared the cold, clear gel onto her armored areas; her abdomen, her upper legs, the space between her shoulder blades and around her neck. Slowly, she massaged the gel into her skin with her dark armored fingers until her skin glistened, watching the blue-haired girl in the mirror stare back at her. The honk of hundreds of vehicles trapped in the ever present deadlock of Lagos' roadways and the cries of street merchants seemed distant and far away as Fracture fell into her trance.

Who was this person leering from the mirror? Some delicate corpbrat elf with garish blue hair and a dozen odd piercings, thin and waifish but for the thick black hunks of metal that sprouted from her shoulders. Some rebellious runaway, who despite all the metal hammered into her still couldn't keep but mess everything up. The stress of her failures had spilled into her sparring with Montou, made her screw up her forms, overexert herself and leave her guard open, and she had spiraled down even further, down into the pits of self-loathing and worthlessness. 

She was slipping again. Letting her thoughts wander to dark places, places that made her bitter and spiteful. Sighing, she finished massaging the gel into her armored skin and retied the bathrobe loosely around her waist. She could hear a motorboat groaning as it started up outside, the engine struggling to get into working order and drag itself across the filthy waterways. Fracture felt more or less the same herself.

The last thing she had to do before she could begin the day, barring a polish of her limbs for vanity's sake, was to calibrate her wired reflexes. The bundles of neural simulator and adrenaline boosters that were practically mandatory for any self-respecting street samurai needed to be finely tuned and synchronized daily, else they could cause any number of dangerous side effects. Bracing for it, Fracture gripped the edges of the sink, leaning over it and shutting her eyes. With a mental signal, she ran her internal diagnostic, the process causing minute muscular spasms and twitches as her wires got themselves in working order. Her body jittered, vibrated, teeth gritting as she felt a neural amp in her spine cycle through its operating modes. 

The process occupied so much of her mind that she barely registered the calloused hand placing itself on the inside of her shoulder, slowly rubbing up and down through the fabric of her robe. The numb, dulled sensations, both due to the layers of armor in her skin and the process of calibrating her wires, barely registered, and she wasnt really sure if another hand had cupped the underside of her waist or not, fingers bunching the puffy material of the bathrobe as they got a grip on her. Fracture's quadriceps rapidly bunched and relaxed, causing her to arch her quivering foot. The belt of her bathrobe had come undone-whether on its own or by someone's hand she couldn't tell, but she did register the pressure and warmth of someone's lower body pressing up against her. 

Her cheeks flushed red, some base animal part of her acknowledging what was happening, some part of her that hadn't been cut out and replaced with a bundle of wires knew what was going on. Fracture dragged one eyelid open, revealing scene reflected in the mirror. Anubis had woken, and stood over her bent-double form, slowly rolling up the bottom of her robe to expose her groin, his naked crotch gently humping her. His glowing red cybereyes stared half-lidded at her rear, following the motions of her tail, his armored chest whirring from his heavy breathing.

"What-ah-what are you doing up?" Fracture asked, though she thought she knew the answer already. Even dulled by her armor and her wires' calibrations, the heat of Anubis' cock, the pressure of his thrusts, was already getting to her, filling her core with a fiery warm feeling. A feeling that would build and build within her until she had some way of letting it out.

"Im going to fuck you," Anubis muttered glumly, almost as if he was talking to himself. The pit fighter's hand crawled from her shoulder up her neck, squeezing and rubbing her as he did, until he cupped her chin, inclining Fracture's head so she faced the mirror, giving Anubis a full view of her blushing face. His other finished exposing the slender elf's rear, and had begun rubbing her arched leg from the inside of her knee upwards. She bit her lip, her already jittery body made moreso by the sensations. He looked like a mangy dog, but damn if Anubis wasn't good with his hands. It was even more impressive when she considered that these were his unaugmented, natural digits that were working her, teasing her, fanning the sparks within her into a deep burning flame.

Her frustration, her self-loathing, it was what had brought the scarred gangster into her bed. What had started as Montou berating her for her backslide in ability had escalated quickly. She was sweaty, out of stance, he had grabbed her and tried to force her back into the right form. She had resisted at first, but as she felt his hands on her body, the strength and dexterity behind them, the warmth and pressure of another holding her, Fracture realized she needed something to drag her out of her downward spiral of depression. She had turned into a half-hearted battle for dominance, both trying to control each other's movements and position. From there, with both of them sweaty,  pressed close together and locked in each other's arms, it had become frantic, passionate sex as a placebo for feelings of self-worth.

The yowl of some pained animal outside echoed through the streets and into Fracture's room, distracting Anubis from the matter at hand. His head jerked towards the window and he let go of the elf's dainty chin, his other hand resting so loosely on her thigh that she could barely feel it. He half turned, the angle exposing the long vertical in his elbow and upper arm that concealed deadly, serrated blades. 

"Sounds like a baboon. Someone out to go and put it out of its misery. Hope they don't try and eat it if they do; they're always stuffed with parasites." For a moment, it looked as though Anubis had forgotten about her and was going to go look out the window for the monkey. Groaning in frustration, Fracture whipped her tail and struck him sharply on the cheek, bringing his attention back in full.

"Isn't there something more important right now then some ape?" Fracture tried to sound as enticing as she could, but couldn't mask the impatience she felt, the offense she took at losing her lover's attention to a monkey. Her wires were settling in, causing the spasms and twitches to subside, and she pressed her backside against his half-hard member eagerly, gasping when she felt her cheeks impact with his scrotum. 

They didn't even speak the same language, relying on active translation software to communicate. It was hardly a hindrance, but the fraction of a millisecond it took to process what was said could sometimes feel like an eternity. And as Fracture waited for Anubis to resume, waiting for his software to tell him what she said, the moment seemed to drag on and on, the fire in her belly changing to hot coals, eager for fuel.

He reached around Fracture's back, brushing aside the loose fabric of her bathrobe and cupping one of the elf's petite breasts with one hand as the other resumed its journey upwards. The human's calloused, rough but oh-so-precise fingers squeezed her tender breast flesh, his index and thumb toying with her nipple. His other hand had reached the underside of her buttocks, dragging itself upwards at a pace that was agonizingly slow on the cyan-haired elf's end. Breathing heavily from the stimulation, she groaned in disappointment when his hand started to go back down her leg, rather than going inwards towards her heat as she had hoped. 

"No," she groaned frustratedly between moans of pleasure and arousal, "I really want your fingers in me right now. You don't get to turn me on like this and just keep teasing me."

"I'll finger you. What would you do if I refused?"

A sinister grin spread across Fracture's glowing face, and she looked the reflected Anubis straight in his eyes. She gasped deeply as he kneaded her breast, and she tried her best to keep composed, if only for a half a second so she could speak. "Depends, would you rather I swept your legs out from under you, held you down and rode your face or threw you out the damn window?"

Anubis smiled darkly, his scars giving him a crocodilian grin. "I'm not in the mood for a rematch of last night," he said, gripping her leg and raising it so that her knee rested on the sink. Once she had her balance, he squeezed one of her tight butt cheeks, leaning over her as he did so. When his face was by hers, he pinched hard on her nipple, eliciting another groan of pleasure mixed with frustration. "You'd lose anyways," he growled, before burying his face in the elf's neon hair. She was about to kick out from under him when she felt four fingers rubbing against her slit, his hand curved upwards so that only the tips of his dexterous fingers made contact. His digits rubbed from her mons to her entrance, lingering there a moment before continuing their journey, making contact with her anus and causing Fracture to inhale sharply. She bit her lip, anticipating Anubis to toy with her entrance, but instead found the gangster's hand stroking around the base of her tail, gingerly rubbing the sensitive spot where glossy black metal made contact with smooth pale skin. 

Her tail thrashed, the freshly oiled segments flailing wildly as her whole body arced in response to his ministrations. The smoldering coals in her core had reignited, and turned into a steady flame that spread its blazing heat even into her cold steel limbs. The elf squirmed as her lover's hands played with her, knowing just what buttons to push, just how stoke her fires. His hand slid back down, dragging his little finger agonizingly over her anus, and placing his middle and index against her entrance, prodding her slowly over and over. 

"I'm going to put them in now," he said, rising back up and running his other hand through Fracture's neon locks. "If it hurts I'm not going to stop."

"Baby, I cant take a facial from a machine gun without blinking. You're not going to break me with just three little fingers."

Anubis grunted, pleased with her response, balling some of her freshly combed hair between his fingers as he slid two into her slit. The elf gritted her teeth as she felt the pair enter her vagina, her lover extending one finger while contracting another. As his knuckles bunched, they spread her wide, the other finger of the pair reaching deeper and stimulating her more sensitive walls. Her legs quivered, moans of pleasure emanating from deep in her chest in time with his jabs. Already she was slick with wetness, each time his fingers entered they slid in easier and easier, her walls clinging to his fingers. She could feel his pinky resting against her sphincter, reminding her of the prospect of its entrance every time Anubis' other two digits thrust into her. With a tug on her hair, the augmented gangster pulled her face upwards, making her look into the mirror.

Fracture could see her mouth agape, her face framed by errant blue bangs, breasts hanging tantalizingly under her open bathrobe. Over her shoulder Anubis' red eyes stared back at her, a sort of grim smugness occupying his scarred visage. As she panted, the action in her groin fanning the flames that made her whole body burn, she stared back needily at the perpetually-smiling cyborg, willing him keep going, to drive her further along the path of ecstasy. 

It seemed he got the message, whether from her pleading eyes or from the way her hips moved, and his little finger pushed its way into her sphincter, inserting itself into the warmth of her ass. While his two fingers worked in tandem in her sex, stimulating her sensitive spots and causing her to drip with fluid with their vigorous motions, his little finger slowly withdrew and pushed back in to her tight, clinging hole. Hot breath fogging the mirror, Fracture gripped the sink harder, her enhanced strength cracking the surface as her other hand reached between her legs to toy with her exposed clitoris. It felt heavenly, the joint stimulation of her sex and ass, hot sticky pleasure from the former complemented by the protests of the tight ring of her rear squeezing on the foreign object invading it. Her breathing quickened, growing uneven and frantic as her cold fingers played with her button, the hot fire inside her setting every nerve ending-artificial and otherwise-ablaze with pleasure. Her hips bucked, pressing Anubis' fingers deeper into her holes, causing her to cry out in pleasure as the gangster pulled harder on her hair.

Her cries became shrieks when she felt his ring finger join his pinky, both pushing in up to their knuckles, spreading her ass further. A feeling of fullness overcame Fracture, and as she flicked her clit she felt her burning body reach its limits, her quivering pussy craving release. Starting slowly, but with rapidly quickening pace, the fingers in her anus thrust back and forth, her tight ring clutching at them possessively, as if it didnt want them to leave. When both pairs of fingers reached their apex Fractures whole lower body tightened up, athletic muscles bunching and toes curling. With all four fingers extended, she could just barely feel the two pairs rubbing against eachother, magnifying the sensation. The pair in her ass were like an anchor, contributing a heavy, deep feeling that kept her whole body aroused, while the two stabbing into her sex were like a pair of pistons. They pumped her higher and higher, reaching those sensitive spaces and bringing her closer and closer to-

Someone thumped the other side of her bathroom wall, shouting at the pair of them to be quiet. Anubis jolted towards the noise in response, his awesome hands withdrawing from her needy holes. He snarled like an animal, one spur springing from its sheath with a sharp 'kachink' as Fracture heaved. As he released her hair the bunched blue locks fell about her face, framing the dejected look she wore. She was considering making good on her promise to chuck him out her window as the wet, sticky fog faded from her mind, the heat in her core already dying down.

"Fuck!" She cried, stomping her foot on the tiled floor. Fracture rounded on Anubis, the length of her tail knocking things off the sinktop. The bottle of cleaning gel fell from its perch, spilling its contents into the cracks between the tiles as her special hairbrush impacted against the shower curtain, sliding down with a whine. "I thought you said you were going to fuck me!"

Anubis seemed conflicted, his drawn blade and hard, erect cock both wishing to be plunged into something hot and wet. He stood their twitching for a moment before Fracture took the initiative, tossing her robe aside and wrapping a bulky black arm around the back of his head, pulling the large man in for a sloppy kiss. Her lips locked with his, tongue rolling over his and exploring the corners of his wide mouth. She knew the back of his throat concealed a wicked, barbed oral slasher, a sadistic spring-loaded weapon the pit fighter used to finish off his foes in a gory spectacle. The thought did nothing to dissuade her, her soft breasts pressing up against the cold, rough metal of his chest as she wrapped her legs and tail around his waist, forcing him to support her weight by holding her in a tight embrace. Fortunately, he withdrew the blade as he grabbed her, stepping forwards to rest her rear against the sink. Her wet heat pressed against his erect member, coating the length with her fluids.

She broke the kiss, wide eyes staring into her lover's cruel visage as she smiled wide. "Well?" She said, reaching around to pull his waist in closer, his head resting at the entrance to her wetness. "Can you finish what you started, or do I need to do all the work here?"

"I'm going to fuck you," he grunted affirmatively as he bucked his hips forward, driving himself three-quarters of the way in. "I'm going to make you scream so loud the whole floor will hear it." She moaned in satisfied pleasure as Anubis' thick member entered her, parting her slick walls with ease and reigniting Fracture. He began to withdraw, and as he lined up another thrust, the elf street samurai mentally triggered her wired reflexes.

Time slowed to a crawl to Fracture's perception, giving her time to focus and linger on every sensation. She could see every little detail; the sweat on Anbuis' brow, the way his neck muscles bunched and the corresponding armor plates on his chest adjusted themselves. Every millimeter his cock pushed past was magnified in sensation, causing her to let loose a deep, guttural moan of ecstasy and dig her fingers into his back. As she clutched at him, rocking her hips forward in slow-motion, she felt those fires inside her finally begin to overcome her, climax swiftly approaching. He had thrust halfway in now, her walls clutching tightly at the invading member as it pushed past them. Fracture leaned in and bit down on a segmented armored plate on his shoulder, clenching the iron between her teeth as she came, whole body convulsing and eyes shutting, her fingers leaving scratches on the back of his augmented torso with a screech of metal-on metal.

Her neighbor was pounding the wall with the butt of a broom, and someone on the floor above was stomping his foot at them to be quiet. Anubis hilted himself, his scrotum slapping against her ass as lubricating fluid and female ejaculate dripped from the elf's eager hole. In her slowed perception of time, the orgasm dragged on longer and longer than it had any right of being. She was able to linger on every jitter of her vaginal muscles, every centimeter of his cock clenched between. Her can of oil fell into the bowl of the sink, the fluid draining slowly from the ajar lid, a bit splattering on her rear. Someone was calling her on her commlink, the ringtone slowed to a groaning blur. 

And then she shut her wires off, everything snapping back to full speed with a jarring screech, leaving her gasping and spent. Her lover resumed his pace, now seeming even faster by comparison to his slow-motion thrusts. The deep moans of her angry neighbors, the honking of the traffic outdoors, ringing of her commlink, screeching of the wildlife and, of course, the wet slap of flesh-on-flesh became audible, flooding her ears with sound. Anubis grunted with each thrust, servos in his torso whining in time. His hand crawled up her back, cradling the back of her head as he leaned in to nibble on her neck. The bites were imperceptible through the armored weave under Fracture's skin, but she ran cupped the back of his head in return anyways, pushing him in and encouraging him.

"Harder, please harder," she groaned, her hips bucking back against Anubis', every wet slap working to rebuild that heat, to restart her engine and get her ready for more. "You know I can take it. Make me feel it, make me-"

He cut her off as his own reflex boosters came on line-an older, more anatomically taxing system than Fracture's, but one that provided similar benefits-doubling the speed at which he penetrated her. He slammed into her sex with rapid-fire penetrations, causing her whole lower body to spasm in ecstasy. As his thunderous assault continued, her mouth hung open, a loud guttural noise of satisfaction rising from her chest. She pulled Anubis' head in closer, her powerful black fingers digging into his scalp, the wet sucking and nibbling sensation on her neck complementing the pounding she received below.

"I want you to come for me," Anubis said between his own heavy breaths, his cock slamming into the dainty elf with enough force to knock the can of compressed air into the sink with the oil. 

"I-ah-I don't think I-ah-ok, let me-ah, let me use my hand." As she unwound one arm from around the human's waist, sliding it between them to frantically rub her clitoris again, Anubis frowned, furrowing the brow of his nose in anger. What was worse was that he slowed down, his vigorous battery of her sex grinding to a halt as he stared dejectedly at her.

"You really need your hand? Am I not worth enough to get you off? You need a man worth more than a hundred thousand nuyen or what, nothing?"

"Oh come on," she said through gritted teeth, her trying to mentally will Montou to quit talking and resume his assault on her sex. When she squinted her eyes and waited, the seconds dragging on without event, she groaned out an irritated response. "It's not that, its that I already came once on you and I need some help getting there again."

"Your chrome is worth triple what I am. I get that you'd rather use that to make yourself cum, but I'm going to pull out if that's the way it is." 

"Please can we talk about this later? Right now I just want you to shut up and fuck me until the whole floor can hear us!"

"You're not lying when you say you already came?"

"No! I wouldn't like about that, your hands really get me going, and if you want me to get going again than stop talking and put your cock back in me!"

Anubis hesitated, looking skeptically at Fracture through squinted red eyes. She waited for him to resume, but the pause just hung there, draining the enjoyment from the air. With a huff, she locked her legs around his waist, squeezing as tight as she could and rocking her hips back and forth. She reached around his upper back and leaned in, resting her weight on his steel core as she fervently drove herself back and forth on his throbbing cock. The Nigerian was taken off guard, causing him to back-peddle a few steps before regaining his footing, standing with a wide stance to support the elf ravishing him. The skeletal black tail uncoiled from around Anubis, leaving red marks where it had dug into his skin, and Fracture coiled it inwards. As she bucked her hips, the tip of her tail prodded and flicked her clitoris, sending a lightning current of pleasure arcing through her nerves. Anubis struggled to keep up, losing some of the precision but none of the speed of his thrusts, missing the beat and painfully misaligning the odd insertion. 

The insides of Fracture's thighs were raw and red, drenched with sweat and her own fluids, the lips of her sex clinging tightly to his tool. She arched her back, throwing back her head, neon strands of hair flying wildly as she screamed, as wild and animistic as the baboon from earlier. She drove herself as deep down his cock as she could, then dragged herself back up, leaving him slick with her wetness. Anubis was forced back a half-step, and slipped on the puddle of cleaning gel, slamming onto his back with a loud metallic thud. The fall did nothing to slow down the elf, her blue hair hanging in a mess over her face. She rested her hands on Anubis' armored pectorals, gyrating her hips and fueling the reignited fire with every descent down his cock. His amazing hands grabbed her ass, the index and middle finger of his right hand plunging back into her rear, thrusting in and out in time with the buck of her hips. His other hand seized the base of her tail, tugging and jerking it wildly. 

The combined stimulation; the cock she slammed up and down on, the tail flicking her bean as Anubis pulled on it, the muscular contractions of her rear clamping down on the fingers, they all began to overwhelm Fracture. Her mouth hung open lewdly, her face red with arousal as the fires of pleasure set her body alight. The anal penetration pushed against the pressure of Anubis' cock, magnifying the pleasure of both. She could feel another orgasm coming, building with every second she fucked the cyborg. She felt good. Satisfied. Full. She wasn't worthless, she wasn't making any mistakes, everything was going right. A hot, strong, dexterous man was toying with her ass while she rode his cock, she was about to cum twice on him, plunge her body into wild electric ecstasy. It was a wonderful start to a day.

With a powerful upward thrust, Anubis pressed his cock to the absolute limit within her, doing the same with his fingers and pulling up sharply on her tail. That did it, set off the orgasmic time bomb that had been ticking in her core. She shook all over, every muscle and its artificial counterpart tightening, every nerve glowing red hot as the building heat finally burst and washed over her like a blazing wave. 

Over the sound of her own screams she could hear someone pounding on her door, shouting angrily at the two of them. The rattle of a few gangers shooting AKs on full-auto emanated from the street. All these sounds were overtaken by the eclipsing power of her cumming. Her pussy clenched down as hard as a cyberhand on Anubis' cock, squeezing it for all its worth. Anubis intensified his upwards thrusts as she came, taking her orgasm as encouragement to take the initiative and sitting up so that she sat in his lap. The slam of his hips against her pounded in her bleary head, the bunches of muscle-cable in his back bunching as he neared his own climax. His breathing grew uneven as well, the insertions of his fingers into her ass growing less well aligned with his thrusts. 

"I'm going to cum on you Fracture," he grunted, his cock twitching in anticipation. "Tell me you want it. Where you want it."

"I want it on my face," she moaned, looking imploringly into Anubis' red eyes through the mess of her hair. He complied, withdrawing from her and standing, holding his throbbing cinnamon member in one hand and aiming it at Fracture's face. She scrambled to get her hair out of the way, shutting her eyes and opening her mouth wide in anticipation. The hammering on her door subsided, the offended neighbor promising he'd file a complaint with the building manager. He came, ejaculating thick, ropy strands of jism onto the right side of her face. Fracture squinted, feeling the warm liquid impact on her, a few blasts making it into her mouth, a few dripping downwards onto her pert breasts. She sat there, enjoying the feeling of hot cum dripping down her face, the salty taste of it on her tongue. Her lover fell to the floor, sitting in the puddle of gel as he panted and heaved. 

It took a few minutes of them laying there before they recuperated, the world reasserting itself over the hazy afterglow. Anubis helped Fracture to her feet, resting one hand on her shoulder and another on her waist. She kissed his metal chest, her face sticky with cum, before turning back to the sink.

"That was great Montou," she said dreamily, one metal hand rubbing his drooping member. "I feel incredible."

"I said I would fuck you. I meant it."

"Yeah, well, thanks for that, but now im a mess and, and so is the bathroom." She picked up the knocked over bottles and tubes and rags, balled them up and tossed them to Anubis playfully. He caught them, looking skeptically from the cum-covered elf to her cleaning supplies.

"Now i've got to start all over, thanks to you. You can start by brushing and oiling my hair again. Then I need another lubing, a waxing and a polish. And maybe, once we're all done with that, you'll be ready for round two?"