Portal: Misfire Fill
title: Misfire Fill
fandom: Portal
rating: R
for: a misfire comment at portalkink
summary: Chell teases Wheatley with a cube-turret.
"Please, please..."
Chell idly runs her fingers over the cube-turret. It chirps and shivers in something approximating pleasure. She's been stroking it for what feels like an eternity to Wheatley. He's watched her touch her lips to it, slid it slowly, languidly down her body before pulling it back against her delightfully heaving bosom.
"Oh. Oh gosh. I...I can't take this..!"
No amount of yelling or threats seemed to change her mind and he had grown desperate long ago. His whimpering pleas seemed to make her happy; she at least brought the cube-turret closer to the button when he did it. Need has reduced to near-simulated tears. Now the thing is just centimeters from its target, the red glow silhouetting it beautifully.
"So close, please, oh, please I'll do anything you want! Anything!"
With a coy look, she pretends to drop the cube. Pleasure sizzles through his wires. Somewhere in the facility, an abandoned room littered with paper catches fire. He moans and writhes while she runs her hands over her breasts, grinning.
"Thank you so...damned much," he gurgles between paroxysms of euphoria. "Just... Thank you."
Chell blows his monitor a kiss as she saunters through the door.
fandom: Portal
rating: R
for: a misfire comment at portalkink
summary: Chell teases Wheatley with a cube-turret.
"Please, please..."
Chell idly runs her fingers over the cube-turret. It chirps and shivers in something approximating pleasure. She's been stroking it for what feels like an eternity to Wheatley. He's watched her touch her lips to it, slid it slowly, languidly down her body before pulling it back against her delightfully heaving bosom.
"Oh. Oh gosh. I...I can't take this..!"
No amount of yelling or threats seemed to change her mind and he had grown desperate long ago. His whimpering pleas seemed to make her happy; she at least brought the cube-turret closer to the button when he did it. Need has reduced to near-simulated tears. Now the thing is just centimeters from its target, the red glow silhouetting it beautifully.
"So close, please, oh, please I'll do anything you want! Anything!"
With a coy look, she pretends to drop the cube. Pleasure sizzles through his wires. Somewhere in the facility, an abandoned room littered with paper catches fire. He moans and writhes while she runs her hands over her breasts, grinning.
"Thank you so...damned much," he gurgles between paroxysms of euphoria. "Just... Thank you."
Chell blows his monitor a kiss as she saunters through the door.