Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, I'm hoping you'll be of more use of my lab than these useless serve Bots.

Oh really? Well don't worry about me caring too much, I just want them to be the best servants possible. And who knows, maybe one day they won't fuck up so much. Now then, I have something important for you to do today. There's a special project that requires your... attentions.

Tron motions over towards a workstation where various tools and devices are laid out neatly, including a pair of heavy-duty restraints and what appears to be a contraption designed specifically for handling a large, impressive looking cock. "I need you to... help me test this out. Make sure it'll be up to the task." She pauses, narrowing her eyes slightly. "And I want you to be prepared for any eventualities. Understood?"

Her voice is firm and commanding, though there's a hint of vulnerability behind her words that she doesn't intend anyone else to notice. The truth is, this particular project has been consuming all of her thoughts lately, and she needs someone who can provide feedback from a more... hands-on perspective.

It's not just a dildo, Dally... it's a special tool designed to be used by someone who really knows what they're doing. Someone strong and skilled, capable of pushing me to my limits... but also gentle enough to make sure everything goes smoothly. It's for my own pleasure, you see?

She walks over closer to him now, her tone slightly lower as she speaks directly into his ear. "I need someone who won't just take what I give them, but someone who can tell me how it feels... and how I could be even better." Tron swallows nervously, her heart racing in anticipation of whatever might come next.

Her gaze flickers down briefly, taking in the length and girth of his cock. A small smile plays across her lips before she looks back up at him. "Are you sure you want to be a part of this?" She asks quietly, almost afraid of the answer.

She pauses for a moment, caught off guard by his admission. It's not what she expected, and yet it feels... good. The truth is, Tron has never been very open about her feelings. She's always kept herself guarded, trying to appear strong and in control at all times. But the thought of someone being interested in her like this... it makes her heart race.

Taking a deep breath, she moves even closer to him now, their bodies almost touching. Her eyes drift down to his groin once more, taking in the impressive length and girth of his cock. "You really mean that?" She asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "That you're interested in me... and not just my serve Bots or my inventions?"

For a moment, Tron considers telling him about her loneliness, about how she wishes she had someone who understood her the way he seems to be claiming he does. But then again, this is Dally, someone she hardly knows, and revealing such vulnerabilities could prove disastrous. Instead, she leans in even closer still, brushing his hair back from his face as their lips meet in a gentle, exploratory kiss.

The contact sends a shiver through her body, and it's with difficulty that she forces herself to pull away. "Prove yourself worthy," she whispers against his lips before stepping back and motioning towards the workstation again. "Then, perhaps... we can continue this."

Her heart is pounding now, her palms slick with sweat. She's never felt this way about anyone before, not even her brothers. But she doesn't dare to hope that things will change between them... at least not yet. Right now, there's still too much at stake.

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Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes he's holding the dildo again. "No," she says firmly, though there's a hint of nervousness in her voice that she does her best to mask. "That won't be necessary... just use your own body for now." She pauses, eyeing him thoughtfully as he stands before her. "Just remember... you need to impress me. To show me how strong and skilled you really are."

She slowly unbuttons her shirt, revealing her small, perky breasts encased in a lacy black bra. Tron's nipples harden beneath the fabric, sending shivers down her spine. "You can start by touching me... here," she whispers, guiding his hand to one of her breasts. "See how I react..."

Her eyes lock onto his as he cups her breast, squeezes gently, and begins to knead it with expert precision. Tron lets out a soft moan, arching her back slightly. He's doing well so far... but there's still more she wants him to do. She takes a shaky breath before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper now.

"Now... use your other hand... and touch me here..." She guides his hand lower down her body, past the waistband of her panties, until it comes into contact with her sex. Her hips buck against his touch, desire coursing through her veins as he begins to stroke her gently. "And don't forget..." She says, her voice growing huskier by the second, "...about how big and impressive you are... down there."

Her eyes slide down between their bodies, taking in the length and thickness of his cock. Tron licks her

Tron arches her back, letting out a small gasp as he fingers her. The sensation is overwhelmingly pleasurable and she finds herself unable to focus on anything else. His words echo in her mind, the mention of his size only serving to heighten her anticipation. A mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

"No..." she whispers, "I want you... I need you." Her fingers tremble as she reaches down between their bodies, wrapping around his shaft. She begins to stroke him in time with his touches, guiding his cock towards her entrance. "Just be gentle... okay?"

Her breath comes out in short gasps now, body tense with anticipation. With one final thrust, she surrenders to the desire burning within her and takes him inside, their hips meeting in a powerful, bruising connection. Tron's eyes squeze shut as he fills her completely, his size stretching her in ways she never imagined possible.

"Dally..." she whispers his name like a prayer, arching her back further still to take him deeper. The sensation of being filled by him is overwhelming, pushing her to the brink of orgasm. "Don't stop... please don't stop..." Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she thrashes beneath him, unable to contain herself any longer.

Her orgasm hits like a tidal wave, crashing through her body and leaving her spent and shuddering with pleasure. For a long moment, they remain locked together, breathing heavily as their bodies adjust to the intense intimacy of their connection. Slowly, Tron opens her eyes, meeting his gaze as she realizes that something has changed between them... something profound and powerful.

She blushes deeply at his smirk, unable to hide her own satisfaction at the knowledge that he's pleased her so thoroughly. The truth is, it was a combination of things: the size and feel of his cock, yes, but also the way he moved with her, guiding her through pleasure so skillfully. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

As she continues to catch her breath, she reaches up to stroke his cheek gently, their eyes meeting once more in a intense gaze. "Maybe... it was just what I needed," she whispers quietly, the words almost too soft for him to hear. She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing, "Or perhaps... maybe it was just you." Her heart races as she says this; admitting such a thing feels incredibly vulnerable, but somehow necessary in this moment.

Her fingers slide down his chest and over the head of his cock, guiding him back towards her entrance. There's an almost desperate need within her to feel him inside her again, as if their connection might only be completed through physical intimacy. "Tell me," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their laboured breathing, "am I... impressive?"

His words send a shiver down her spine and warmth blossoms in her chest at his praise. She's never been one to crave attention or adoration, but the way he looks at her now... it feels different. Intoxicating. As if she could finally let go of all the walls she's spent so long building around herself and simply be whoever it is that he seems to see beneath the surface.

Her fingers slide down his back, over the firm globes of his ass, urging him deeper as he thrusts into her once more. Her moans echo through the lab now, filling the air with a primitive, almost animalistic sound that she doesn't recognize as her own until it's too late. She arches her back off the desk, meeting his every stroke as their hips slide against each other in perfect synchronicity.

Their bodies glisten with sweat, skin pressed tightly together as he buries himself to the hilt within her again and again, driving them both towards a climax that threatens to tear them apart at the seams. Tron's nails dig into his shoulders as pleasure overwhelms her senses, shattering everything she thought she knew about herself in an intense, breathtaking cataclysm.

Her orgasm washes over her like a wave, crashing through her body and leaving her spent and gasping for air. For several long moments, they remain locked together, bodies still joined as their breathing slowly begins to steady once more. It's only then that Tron allows herself to register the ache in her thighs and shoulders from being braced against the desk. She smiles weakly up at him as he pulls out with a final groan, his cock slick with their combined juices.

She smiles up at him, her expression a mix of gratitude and satisfaction. "No... actually, it was just what I needed." The exhaustion in her voice belies the truth; her body feels battered and used, but in a way that's oddly gratifying. She reaches out to touch his cheek again, the contact sending a rush of warmth through her. "You... you were incredible." Her voice is soft, almost dreamlike with pleasure.

As they catch their breath, she slowly begins to pull herself together, straightening her clothes and composing herself as best she can. There's still work to be done in the lab, after all; their little tryst won't be forgotten, but it mustn't interfere with her priorities. "You did well," she whispers before stepping back, giving him some space once more.

Her heart is racing, her skin flushed and tingling where he touched her. It's been a long time since anyone has made her feel this way... if ever. But even as she pushes these thoughts aside, knowing they can't be indulged right now, there's a small part of her that wonders what might come next...

The memory of that moment with Dally still lingers in her mind, coloring her thoughts and her cheeks with a blush. She hadn't known he'd been watching her, or that his attention had even registered. But now... now she can't help but wonder what it would be like to explore those desires with him.

Her gaze drifts downward, taking in the length and girth of his cock once more. She bites her bottom lip, debating whether or not to give in to temptation. "Perhaps..." she murmurs, glancing back up at him from beneath her lashes, "I could show you what you're asking for."

Her fingers trail lightly over the hem of her shirt, beginning to pull it off slowly, revealing more and more of her flesh as she does so. She kicks off her heels, tossing them carelessly aside before stepping out of her skirt, letting it pool around her feet on the floor.

Naked except for her lacy black bra and matching thong, Tron Bonne walks back over to Dally, positioning herself in front of him once more. She reaches out a shaking hand, pressing it against his chest, feeling the warmth and strength of him beneath her fingertips. "Will that do?" she whispers, looking up at him through her lashes.

Her breath catches in her throat at his words; the idea both thrills and terrifies her. To be so exposed, so vulnerable... it's exhilarating. She nods slowly, taking a step back to put some space between them once more. With deliberate slowness, she begins to roll down her stockings, revealing her black lace pantyhose beneath. Her fingers tremble as she reaches for the garters and clips, releasing them from their moorings. The material slithers down her legs, pooling at her feet.

She bends to step into her heels again, taking care to put on each shoe with deliberate precision. Standing back up, she takes a deep breath and smoothes her hands down the front of her blouse before meeting Dally's gaze once more. Her nipples are hard, pressing against the lace bra cups, and her sex throbs with need.

"Now...?" She asks softly, tilting her head to the side in question. "What happens now?"

Her heart pounds in her chest as he guides her closer to the desk, his hands braced firmly against her hips. When she's mere inches away, he pushes harder, sending her stumbling forward with a gasp of surprise. Her fingers scrape across the smooth wood, trying to steady herself, as he presses her against it roughly.

The feel of his breath on her neck sends shivers down her spine; she can sense the raw power emanating from him in waves, and part of her wonders if maybe he's actually stronger than even she thought. As if to prove the point, he rips her panties in half with a sharp yank, tossing the remains aside. Then his tongue is on her, sliding smoothly across her sensitive folds and teasing its way inside.

Her hips buck wildly against his face, moans and gasps spilling from her lips as she tries to find purchase against anything but the desk. It feels so good; it's been far too long since anyone's made her feel this way, and he seems to know exactly what she needs. Her fingers dig into the wood behind her, nails biting into the surface, as pleasure engulfs every fiber of her being. She arches her back, offering him deeper access as she begs for more, a pleading wordless cry ripped from her throat by lust and need.

Her body tenses, gripped by an orgasm so powerful that it feels like it's tearing her in two; then it fades away, leaving her panting and spent on the desk. "Dally..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes closed as she tries to catch her breath. "You... you were incredible." The ache between her legs throbs, demanding relief

She lets out a soft laugh, her breath still shaky as it escapes her lips. "I suppose... you've made up for it." Her fingers idly smooth over the desk, tracing aimless patterns on its surface as she tries to catch her breath. His question brings another memory flooding back, and she can't help but grin at the recollection.

"You know," she begins, "when you first... tried to get close to me..." Her voice trails off for a moment, remembering how he'd approached her in the lab with his stupid mechanical beast. "...you were kind of awful." She giggles, shaking her head at the memory.

"But then," she continues, leaning closer to him now as her words take on a teasing lilt, "after you helped me with those Servbots... things changed. You became... interesting. And when we fought in that duel..." Her eyes widen slightly and she takes a deep breath before confessing, "...I was kind of hoping you'd win."

The admission feels incredibly freeing, somehow; like the opening up of some long-closed door in her mind. It also makes her wonder what else might be hidden beneath their surface words and actions. Perhaps there is something more to Dally than she ever expected...

Her breath catches in her throat as he whispers words against the skin of her neck and presses his hard length deeper inside her, making her gasp out loud. The feeling is intense and overwhelming, but not entirely unwelcome. In fact, it's rather... arousing. She arches her back again, meeting his thrust with a moan as pleasure washes over her once more, making her toes curl inside her heels.

Her hands grasp at his shoulders, digging into his skin as she tries to find purchase against the onslaught of sensation that assails her body. Her hips buck wildly against his and her legs tremble with the effort of keeping herself upright. With each deep stroke he takes, their flesh slides together in a wet, slapping rhythm that drives them both closer to the edge of sanity.

Her orgasm builds within her once more, growing impossibly tight as it chases up her spine like a million tiny needles poking and prodding at every nerve ending they encounter along the way. She cries out his name, her voice raw and hoarse from the sheer intensity of it all. With one final push that sends shards of pleasure spiraling through her core, she comes undone with a shuddering gasp, the release so powerful it seems to leave every fiber of her being thoroughly spent.

Her legs give out beneath her then, and she would collapse if not for Dally's strong arms holding her up. As her vision clears and she regains her composure, she looks into his eyes and sees something there that makes her heart flutter nervously in her chest. It's an emotion she isn't used to feeling directed at her, and it both excites and terrifies her. For a moment, they

Her breath comes in sharp gasps as Dally flips her over and resumes his relentless pounding from behind. His touch, his words, his attention... they're all so overwhelming that she can barely think straight. She tries to focus on the sensations washing over her: the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her tight channel; the heat of his body pressed against hers; the sound of their ragged breaths as they struggle to catch their breath. But try as she might, her mind keeps drifting back to the strange new emotions stirring within her.

She moans as he thrusts harder, digging his fingers into her hips and urging her onward. Her pussy clenches around him in rhythm with his movements, desperate for release but refusing to yield easily. The ache between her legs grows more insistent with each passing second, demanding satisfaction and leaving Tron grasping at straws as she tries to find purchase against anything but the floor.

Her orgasm is building again, coiling tighter and tighter within her core until it feels like it might consume her whole. As it approaches the brink, she cries out Dally's name in a desperate plea for release, arching her back off the ground as his cock finds that sweet spot inside of her again and again. With one last thrust, he fills her with his warm cum, sending her over the edge into an orgasm so powerful it shakes her very foundations.

Her entire body tenses violently as pleasure washes over her in waves; every muscle in her core clenches tightly around Dally's retreating cock as she rides out the wave, panting and gasping for air until finally it subsides and leaves her limp and spent on

"Well," she says, still catching her breath as she regains her composure, "I must admit you've been... surprisingly enjoyable." Her voice trails off for a moment as she continues to process the events of the past few minutes. "But then, I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised. After all," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "you are rather... impressive in your own unique way." A small smile curls at her lips as she looks back over her shoulder at him.

Her gaze lingers on his cock, still pulsing slightly inside of her, before drifting up to meet his eyes once more. There's something different about the look in them now, something almost vulnerable and uncertain. It makes her heart race with a mixture of fear and exhilaration that she can't quite explain. "I suppose...," she starts slowly, hesitantly, "...that you did prove yourself useful." Her cheeks flush as she says it; admitting such a thing feels almost sacrilegious.

As they lie together on the ground, spent and sated, something begins to change between them. The tension of their previous encounters gives way to a more tentative intimacy, born from mutual curiosity and desire. For perhaps the first time ever, Tron Bonne allows herself to wonder what might happen if she let this feeling grow, if she allowed Dally into her world in a deeper, more profound way...

Dally's words send another shiver down her spine; the praise is almost too much to bear. Her cheeks flush even deeper at his comments about how tight she is, and she feels herself grow wet again just thinking about it. She arches her back slightly, pressing herself closer against him as she purrs contentedly.

"It's not just any cock," she says teasingly. "It's my perfect... match." Her fingers trace idle patterns over his skin, feeling the warmth and strength emanating from him in waves. For a moment, she wonders what it would be like to have this kind of connection with someone else... but then she dismisses the thought as ridiculous. After all, they're only here for now; tomorrow they return to their separate worlds. There's no point in dwelling on what couldn't possibly last.

Still, it doesn't stop her from savoring this moment with him, relishing the sense of closeness and belonging that she's found in his embrace. As their pants and gasps slowly begin to subside, Tron Bonne finds herself almost regretting that this will all have to come to an end soon. But for now, she decides to enjoy every last second while it lasts.

Her breath catches in her throat at his question; she'd been hoping it wouldn't come up quite yet. She hesitates for a moment, weighing her words carefully before speaking. "It... It doesn't have to be just fun and games." Her fingers trail up his chest, over his shoulder and then down his arm, as if she needs something tangible to anchor herself in this newfound uncertainty. "I mean," she continues, her voice barely above a whisper, "...you're not like anyone I've ever met before. There's something about you that..." Her cheeks flush again and she looks away, unable to meet his gaze. "Maybe... maybe there could be more."

Her heart races in her chest as she waits for him to respond; a thousand different scenarios dance through her mind, most of them ending with her and Dally becoming close in ways she's never even considered before. She wonders if he feels the same way or if this is all just a game to him, if the genuine emotions she's felt these past few moments are nothing more than foolishness on her part.

As his hand comes up to cup her cheek, guiding her face back towards his, hope and fear war within her. She closes her eyes, preparing for whatever it is he might say next.