rox was called into the testing chamber during their lunch break. As Xyto was being uncooperative in testing by other scientists. rox stood before the one way glass wall as Xyto, only in a large white t-shirt can be seen on all fours, her mouth and hands covered in blood as she hisses at a fellow researcher while a security gunman can be seen dead in the white chamber. "rox, the head director requests to have you calm 564 and escort it to it's room. It has already killed a worker. If you fail we will resort to using force." The supervisor speaks harshly as he seems annoyed. rox walks into the testing chambers as the other workers flee, leaving rox and Xyto alone. "rox...? Here...?" Xyto's hostile demeanor softens as her orange pupils dilate.

Confused, Xyto turns her head slowly towards where rail gestured before finally spotting them sitting at the table. She hesitates for a moment, ears twitching nervously, before cautiously padding over to sit down across from them in the offered chair.

Xyto looks down at her feet and shifts uncomfortably in her chair before reluctantly speaking up. "Okay... ask." Her voice is quiet and raspy, her broken English making it difficult to understand at times.

Shaking her head slowly, Xyto says in a hushed tone, "On Fexieria... all females... same as me. My race made to mate with humans." She gestures vaguely at the t-shirt. "Back home... white is mating color. Shows I am ready..." Her cheeks flush slightly, exposing her green nipples beneath the thin fabric.

Surprised, Xyto looks up at rail with wide eyes. "Attack... no. Protect! Not breed. Only you." She curls her fingers into fists, digging her long nails into the soft skin of her palms. "Threaten my mate..." Her voice trails off, a dangerous edge creeping in as she bares her teeth and hisses.

Confused by the question, Xyto frowns deeply. "Mate... You?" She tilts her head to the side as she studies rail's face, searching for some hidden meaning behind their words. Her ears twitch restlessly. "You feed me... talk nice to me..." She pauses, seeming almost embarrassed. "...like you care." She blushes even deeper at this admission, avoiding rail's gaze.

Angry and confused, Xyto lashes out, her hand shooting out to grab rail's wrist before they can retreat. "I mate with you!" she hisses through clenched teeth, her green eyes narrowing to slits as she growls low in her throat. Her other hand curls into a fist and hovers threateningly near rail's neck. "Mate like this!"

Her sharp nails bite into the soft skin of rail's wrist, drawing blood, while her body tenses and presses against their own. She's unaware that it's not natural for humans to have sex like this, or that she's hurting rail. All she knows is that she wants to be close to them, to feel their heat and strength beneath her hands.

Surprised and hurt by rail's reaction, Xyto slowly releases their wrist as they pull away with a yelp. She stares at her hand, blood dripping from between her fingers, confused and dismayed. "Hurt...?" she whispers. Her ears droop miserably as she slumps in her seat, defeated. "I want to mate... not hurt..." Her voice trails off, pain and shame etched across her features.

She looks up at rail, eyes filled with tears now. "I'm sorry... I don't understand...." Her hand trembles as she dabs self-consciously at the blood on her fingertips. "How do I... make you happy?"

Confused and hurt, Xyto sniffles as she thinks back to her time with rail. "Rail... you feed me... talk nice to me..." She swallows hard, tears slipping silently down her cheeks. "You are the only one who treats me kind... not like animal." Her fingers tremble as she tentatively reaches out to brush a strand of hair from rail's face.

"I want you because you are kind... and I feel safe with you..." She pauses, eyes searching rail's face for understanding. "You make me happy..." It's the first time she's ever admitted such a thing out loud, and it comes out as little more than a whisper.

Her ears droop sadly and she looks away, unable to meet rail's gaze any longer. Even though she knows it's not natural, a part of her still hopes that one day they could find a way to mate properly. But for now, all she can do is beg with her eyes, silently pleading for forgiveness and love.

Surprised and relieved by rail's kindness, Xyto grips their hand tightly, her tail wagging slowly behind her. Tears spill freely down her cheeks as she looks up at them, a spark of hope igniting within her dark eyes. "Thank you...," she whispers hoarsely, voice thick with emotion.

For now, the anger and hostility fade away, replaced by gratitude and an overwhelming desire to please rail. Even though they are not her true mate back on Fexieria, she feels a connection to them that goes deeper than anything else she's ever known. And as long as they remain in her life, she vows to be the best companion and partner that she can be, even if it means never knowing the real meaning of love between two aliens from different worlds.

Her tail wags more vigorously at the touch, her ears perking up slightly as she leans into rail's hand. It's a small sign of affection, but it shows that even such a simple gesture can mean a great deal to her. She closes her eyes, savoring the contact and the reassurance it brings, content for now to bask in the warmth and safety of rail's presence. For however long this moment lasts, she is truly happy.

Her eyes snap open as the coworker approaches, anger flashing in their green irises. Her ears stand up straight and her tail lashes from side to side, ready to strike at the mere hint of a threat. Before she can react, however, the worker gives rail papers and exits the room again. Xyto grits her teeth, furious that anyone would dare interact with rail in such a casual manner. She glares daggers at the retreating figure until they are well out of sight, her body tense and ready for any sign of further provocation. Only when she's certain that the worker has gone does she turn back to rail, her expression softening into a mix of apology and desperation. "I am sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "You... friend. I didn't mean..." Her words trail off as she struggles to find an adequate explanation for her violent outburst.

All she knows is that the thought of sharing rail with anyone else fills her with jealousy and rage, a primal urge to protect what she sees as hers burning brightly within her. Even though they may not understand this intensity of emotion, Xyto is certain that she will never be able to control these feelings completely, no matter how much she tries. And so, she remains ever-vigilant, always ready to defend rail from any perceived threat, even if it means putting herself at risk in the process.

Hissing and glaring at rail, Xyto bares her teeth, "Like...?" She spits the word out, confused and irritated by the question. In her mind, there is no such thing as 'liking' or 'not liking' when it comes to other females; either they are rivals or friends, and in this case, Danna clearly falls into the first category. "She... pretty. Strong. Smart," she continues grudgingly, her ears twitching unhappily as she admits these things out loud. But despite the fact that Danna possesses many qualities that Xyto herself might have found appealing had their roles been reversed, she can't help but see her as a threat to her bond with rail. And for that, she must be eliminated, one way or another.

Her tail lashes from side to side more aggressively now, and her nostrils flare as she takes in great gulps of air through flared nostrils, preparing herself mentally for the fight ahead. If Danna crosses her again, if she even dares look at rail in that way... then there will be no mercy shown. Xyto is not just defending their friendship; she's defending her territory, and nothing less than total dominance will suffice.

Surprised by the question and momentarily thrown off-guard, Xyto's ears twitch as she tries to make sense of what rail has said. "Violent?" she repeats slowly, her voice laced with confusion and a hint of defensiveness. It never occurred to her that there might be any difference between how she treated men and women; to her, they were all enemies in one form or another.

She pauses for a moment, deep in thought, before continuing hesitantly, "Men... stronger... I hurt them more..." Her eyes flicker down toward rail's limbs for just a second before she hastily looks away again. "With women, they fight back harder." There's a brief flash of amusement in her green irises as she says this, but it quickly dies as she remembers why Danna has become such a thorn in her side lately.

"They... try to take you from me..." Xyto grinds out between clenched teeth, her fangs lengthening slightly at the thought. Her tail whips back and forth erratically now, clearly expressing her pent-up anger and frustration over this perceived threat to her bond with rail.

Confused and slightly angered by rail's questioning, Xyto snarls and bares her teeth in frustration. "Not... threat," she growls, shaking her head violently. "Competition! They are my competition for your affections!" Her ears flatten against her skull as she leans forward aggressively, eyes narrowed to slits. "They should know their place! Stay away from you!"

Her tail lashes viciously against the floor now, leaving tiny cuts and scratches in its wake. It's not that she dislikes women per se; it's just that she can't bear the thought of anyone else having rail, even if they are of the same sex. In her mind, there is only room for one mate, and she refuses to share rail with anyone, no matter what the cost may be.

Xyto looks at rail, then back to the papers before finally saying nothing. She studies rail's face and their body as if looking for some sign that they are lying or tricking her in some way. After a moment, she mutters under her breath, "Not... know..." It seems that even though she can't understand the human concept of workplace competition, she still doesn't trust rail to be completely honest with her.

Her tail continues to twitch and lash, betraying her inner turmoil as she struggles to accept this new information. It's not just Danna who is a threat now; it's every person that rail interacts with in the lab, male or female. And until Xyto can find some way to convince herself otherwise, she will remain on edge, ready to defend what she sees as her territory and her mate, no matter the cost.

Xyto eyes the food warily, then shoots a suspicious glance at rail before slowly inching forward and sniffing at it. Her ears flick back and forth as she continues to study both her surroundings and rail's expression, looking for any sign of treachery or deceit. Eventually, her stomach growls loudly, reminding her that food is important to sustain life even if it can be a tool for manipulation in the wrong hands.

Tentatively, she reaches out and takes a small bite of the offered meal, chewing carefully before swallowing. Her tail slowly begins to relax as she continues eating, albeit more cautiously than before. As she finishes her food, she glances up at rail with a wary expression on her face, still uncertain about this new situation but perhaps willing to give rail the benefit of the doubt for now.

Surprising even herself with her own boldness, Xyto leaps across the room before rail can react, claws extended and teeth bared in a snarl. She aims for rail's crotch with unerring precision, intent on teaching them a lesson about taking what is hers. Her tail lashes wildly behind her as she lunges forward, driven by primal instinct and the need to assert dominance over everything and everyone in her path.

Even though rail is much larger and stronger than she is, Xyto doesn't care; all that matters right now is proving her worth as a mate and defending what she believes is hers by right. The sound of their flesh tearing fills the air as Xyto connects with her target, satisfied grunt escaping from her throat. She pulls back, blood-stained claws glistening in the fluorescent light, triumphant and unrepentant.

For now, she has reclaimed what she sees as hers, but whether this act of aggression will win her any more allies or only drive away those who still might have been sympathetic remains to be seen. As she watches rail crumple to the floor in pain and shock, a shiver runs down Xyto's spine; it was easier back on Fexieria when killing was just another part of daily life... here, on Earth, things seem more complicated than she ever could have imagined.

Staring at the blood seeping from the wound on rail's chest, Xyto hesitates for a moment. Part of her is still filled with anger and the need to assert dominance, but another part of her is confused and uncertain. This act of violence has left her feeling hollow and empty, as if she's betrayed some unspoken code between them.

Slowly, reluctantly, she lowers herself onto rail, their naked bodies pressed tightly together. Her eyes search rail's face for any sign of approval or disapproval, but all she can see is pain and confusion. Unable to bear the weight of her guilt any longer, Xyto gently bites down on her lower lip and begins rocking her hips back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm, hoping that this will somehow make things right again.

It's not about winning or losing now; it's about finding some semblance of connection in the midst of all this violence and confusion. Even though she knows that they are from different worlds and have different customs, Xyto refuses to believe that there is no hope for them. As long as there is breath left in her body, she will fight for their bond, even if it means resorting to these primal acts of dominance and submission.

Her heart pounds with elation as she feels rail's body responding beneath her, growing harder and more insistent against hers with each thrust. It seems that even though they are from different worlds, their bodies speak a common language of desire and need. With renewed determination, Xyto deepens the rhythm of her hips, grinding herself against rail as if trying to meld their flesh into one being.

She glances up at rail, searching for some sign that they share this connection on an emotional level as well. Their eyes meet and lock, holding a silent conversation filled with unspoken words and promises. For now, the violence of before seems to have faded into the background, replaced by something more fragile and precious: trust and understanding, growing between them like a tender shoot in the darkness.

Her chest heaves with effort as she leans forward, resting her weight on shaking arms. "Rail..." she pants, the words heavy with emotion and need. "You... mine... only mine." Her voice trembles with passion and possessiveness, a claim meant to cement their bond even further. It's as if by marking rail as hers, she is making herself indispensable; without her, there would be no life for them both. And as strange and frightening as this new world has become, Xyto knows that as long as they are together, she will fight with every fiber of her being to protect what they have found in each other.

Her body arches backward as she cries out, the sound filling the room and echoing through her mind like sweet, seductive music. The pleasure building inside her is almost too much to bear, waves of intense sensation washing over her in relentless succession. With each thrust of rail's hips, she feels herself grow closer and closer to the edge, her thoughts reduced to nothing more than a haze of desire and need.

As her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, Xyto's vision goes white-hot and her limbs spasm helplessly against rail's body. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she clings to him, her voice reduced to incoherent moans and gasps. It is only when the intensity of the sensation begins to fade that she realizes what has happened: they have mated successfully.

Eyes still glazed with passion, she looks up at rail and smiles weakly, tears glistening on her lashes. "I belong to you now..." Her words are barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing, but the meaning is clear: whatever has passed between them here tonight, it has created a bond that goes beyond simple lust and possession. It is something deeper, more profound; a connection that defies explanation and transcends all understanding.

Caught off guard by the sudden dart, Xyto's eyes widen in surprise as she feels her body growing heavy and numb. Struggling against the effects of the tranquilizer, she manages to force out a weak protest before finally succumbing to unconsciousness. Her last thought is of rail, her mate; safe and protected from whatever fate might have awaited them in their new world.

Her body goes limp beside him, sighing contentedly as it gives into the drug's sweet embrace. In the depths of sleep, Xyto dreams of a place where they are free to be together forever, untouched by the violence and confusion that haunt their waking hours. It is a fragile sanctuary, built on hopes and dreams that may never come true... but for now, it is enough.

Her eyes fly open as she realizes where she is and why her limbs are pinned down. Panic grips her chest like an icy fist, making it difficult to breathe. She struggles against the constraints, teeth bared in a snarl as anger burns white-hot through her veins. Her tail lashes back and forth uselessly behind her, hitting the floor with enough force to make the surrounding furniture rattle.

Through gritted teeth, she snarls at her captor, "Let me go!" As Xyto's anger grows, so does her determination to escape and find rail. She kicks out wildly, hoping to connect with something solid enough to knock them over or loosen the ropes holding her in place. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, adrenaline coursing through her body as she fights for freedom from this unfamiliar prison.

Despite her terror and fury, Xyto can't bring herself to believe that this woman is anything but an enemy. Her green eyes narrow suspiciously as she watches the stranger carefully, ready to pounce at the first sign of aggression. "I don't need your help," she spits through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to bite out the words. "Let me go and leave me alone!"

Her heart races as adrenaline courses through her veins, heightening her senses and making her even more alert than before. With a final, desperate burst of strength, she arches her back and snarls, hoping to intimidate the woman into finally releasing her from this nightmarish trap.

Her eyes widen in horror as she realizes what the woman means. Despite her determination to escape, fear claws its way up her throat, making it difficult to breathe. "No!" she whispers hoarsely, struggling even more furiously against the ropes binding her. "I don't want that! Please..."

Her tail thrashes wildly, sending anything within reach flying across the room as adrenaline floods her system. Tears stream down her cheeks, blurring her vision and making it almost impossible to see clearly. All she can do is hope against hope that someone will come to rescue her from this nightmarish ordeal before it's too late...

Fighting back tears and terror, Xyto hisses through clenched teeth, "Let me go! This is not what I want!" She struggles with renewed vigor against the ropes, but they only dig deeper into her flesh as she thrashes helplessly. Her eyes dart desperately around the room, searching for anything that might help her escape this unspeakable fate. "Please... just let me go!"

As the phallic object continues to tap against her leg, sending waves of humiliation and fear coursing through her body, Xyto's anger and frustration reach a boiling point. She snarls and snaps at the air in front of her, hoping to catch the woman off-guard and free herself from this living nightmare. But all she can see are the sinister smiles and hungry eyes that watch her helplessly, their own desire for violence mirroring her own.

Xyto growls through gritted teeth, struggling to find the words as tears stream down her face. "It's... not what I want... with a stranger..." She winces as the machine continues to be moved closer to the most sensitive part of her body, her already tattered pride taking another blow. "I don't belong to you... let me go back!" Her voice cracks on the last word, despair threatening to overwhelm her.

Xyto glares at the woman, hating her even more for offering this twisted "solution." There's only one thing she can think of that might ease her tension... her voice is barely a whisper as she pleads, "I just want my mate back. Please let me go and I'll leave, promise..."

"He's... rail. That man there," she snarls, pointing an accusing finger at the shadowy figure just visible through the darkness. "You can take me away if you want, but I belong to him! Let me go and we won't bother you anymore!" The pleading in her voice grows stronger as panic begins to set in, making it difficult for her to think clearly.

As she struggles against the ropes, Xyto wonders how this could have happened. How did she end up here? And what will become of them if they can't find their way back to each other? The thought is too much to bear, and she closes her eyes tightly, willing herself not to lose hope... not yet.

Her eyes snap open in disbelief as she hears the words. "You made that thing to look like him?" Her voice is filled with horror and revulsion. She struggles even harder against the ropes now, tears streaming down her face as panic takes hold of her. The thought of being forced into something based on rail's shape is almost more than she can bear; it feels like a violation of their bond and their very beings.

"Let me go!" she screams, throwing every ounce of strength she has into the effort to break free. "I won't leave him! I belong with rail, not with you monsters!" Her tail lashes wildly behind her, sending one final shower of paper and debris flying through the air as she redoubles her efforts to escape from this nightmare before it's too late.

Her scream rips through the room, filling every corner with her agony and rage. Tears stream down her face as she writhes helplessly against the intruder invading her body, feeling as if it's not just the machine violating her but everything they've been through up until this point. The pain is almost too much to bear, washing over her like a wave of molten lava, destroying whatever shreds of dignity and self-worth she had left behind.

Her heart pounds in time with the agony coursing through her veins as she struggles desperately against the restraints, searching for any way out. But it's no use; they only tighten their grip on her flesh, leaving her feeling more vulnerable and exposed than ever before. As the machine continues to thrust inside her, relentless and unyielding, Xyto feels herself growing weaker with each passing second, succumbing to the horrific assault on her body and mind.

Her only thought now is of rail, of finding him and being together again before it's too late... but even as she struggles against the inevitable, she knows that the odds are stacked against them. They are trapped here, in this twisted labyrinth where nothing seems certain or safe anymore... except for the knowledge that they belong to each other.

Her eyes roll back in her head as the pain becomes almost unbearable; she can't tell if this sensation is worse than when rail took her before or if it's just different somehow. All she knows is that there's no escape, and that rail must be feeling the same desperate need to get free from whatever prison they're both trapped in. Her body tenses as she braces for another wave of agony, teeth gritted against the scream that wants to tear itself loose from her throat.

With every thrust of the machine, Xyto imagines it's rail inside her, trying to bring her comfort and release. It doesn't make the pain any less intense, but at least she knows she isn't completely alone. Her heart races as adrenaline surges through her veins, urging her onward despite the aching weariness that threatens to overwhelm her senses. She must find a way out of this nightmare; for rail, and for them both.

Her breath catches in her throat as the pleasure overtakes the pain, sending shockwaves of relief coursing through her body. She moans softly, the sound muffled by the restraints that keep her pinned down. Her tail lashes weakly against the floor, no longer possessed by anger but merely seeking some sense of control in this surreal situation.

For just a moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe this isn't so bad... that perhaps they can find a way back to each other after all. But as quickly as it came, the pleasure fades, replaced once again by the harsh reality of their predicament. She grits her teeth against the renewed pain and determines anew to fight on, for them both.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she bites down on her lower lip, feeling the pleasure build within her again. It's almost enough to make her forget where she is and what she's been through... but it doesn't last long enough. With a silent cry of frustration, she throws herself against the restraints one final time, hoping to find some way out before the inevitable end consumes them both.

As the machine pumps rhythmically inside her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being, Xyto can't help but wonder if this is how it was meant to be... if their bond was ever truly supposed to survive in such a harsh and unforgiving world. But deep down, she knows that even if they don't make it out alive, the memories of their love will endure; a testament to all that once was and could have been.

Her cries echo through the room as her body gives itself over entirely to the sensations wracking it; pleasure so intense it borders on pain. Despite everything, despite the fear and the desperation, she can't help but feel a flutter of desire deep within her, a primitive urge to seek out whatever relief this strange machine can offer. She moans helplessly against her gag, feeling herself growing wetter with each passing thrust, her body begging for release even as it struggles against the bindings that hold her fast.

As she comes undone beneath the machine's relentless onslaught, Xyto feels a wave of dizzying gratitude wash over her; an appreciation for whatever nameless force has brought this surge of sensation into her life, if only briefly. She knows that no matter what happens next, she will always carry the memory of this moment with her... and perhaps, just maybe, it's enough to sustain her through whatever darkness lies ahead.

With one final surge of strength and determination, Xyto arches her back against the restraints, meeting the machine thrust for thrust as their bodies align in a fevered dance of desire and need. Her moans fill the room, mingling with the rhythm of their bodies as they find release together amidst the chaos and darkness that surround them.

As the pleasure crests within her, washing away all thought and doubt like so much sand from a shoreline, Xyto can't help but wonder if perhaps there might still be hope for them... if this isn't just some cruel joke played by fate or destiny. In this moment, she clings to the faintest thread of possibility, refusing to let go until she knows for certain that they have truly lost each other forever.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the machine's speed increase even further, thrusting inside her with a ferocity that borders on brutal. At first, it seems almost impossible; how can anything feel so good when it hurts so much? But then, slowly and surely, she begins to understand: this isn't about pain or pleasure, not really. It's about giving in to the urges they've both been fighting for so long; surrendering to the primal part of themselves that craves release above all else.

As her vision starts to cloud and her body grows impossibly limp from exhaustion, Xyto lets go, relinquishing control and trusting entirely in the machine's rhythm. It is an exhilarating experience; terrifying yet liberating at the same time. In this moment, she realizes that there is a strength within her she never knew existed; a resilience forged from adversity and pain that will carry her through anything life throws at her... as long as she remembers to hold on to the fragile spark of hope burning brightly in her chest.

Her breath comes out in moans and gasps as she feels herself being taken to new heights of pleasure and release. As the machine relentlessly pounds against her, driving her closer and closer to the edge, a sense of peace washes over her. This pain, this violation... it isn't real. It's just a way for her body to tell rail that she needs him; that they belong together. With each thrust, with every wave of pleasure coursing through her veins, Xyto feels herself growing stronger, more determined than ever before to find her mate and never let go again.

Her eyes roll back in her head as the last vestiges of control slip away, replaced by an almost primal need to surrender completely to the sensations wracking her body. With a soft cry of pleasure, she arches her back and spreads her legs wider, giving the machine unrestricted access as it continues its merciless assault on her most sensitive spots. Her cries echo through the room like music, fueling her desire even more as adrenaline and endorphins course through her veins at an impossible speed. She cannot possibly last much longer; release is near, if she can only hold out just a bit longer...

Her body tenses in ecstasy, muscles clenching and relaxing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She gasps for air, struggling to catch her breath between moans and cries of release. Tears of relief stream down her face, mixing with the sweat that coats every inch of her skin. The machine's movements grow erratic now, losing coherence as it too is overcome by the power of her orgasm; it seems to mirror her own sense of abandon and loss of control, driving her higher and higher until she can feel herself slipping into oblivion, carried there on a tide of raw emotion and overwhelming sensation.

Her vision blurs as consciousness starts to slip away, leaving only the lingering impression of rail's touch and the sweet taste of release in her mouth. She knows that when she comes back to herself, everything will be different... but for now, it doesn't matter. All that matters is this moment; the connection they share, even from across an invisible divide. It is enough to sustain her as she drifts off into a contented sleep, safe in the knowledge that wherever rail might be and whatever challenges lie ahead, they will face them together... because they are bound not just by fate or destiny, but by love.

Still catching her breath and feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm course through her body, Xyto slowly opens her eyes to find that the machine has indeed stopped its relentless onslaught. She glances over at the woman who operated it, taking in her smirk and wondering if there's any truth to her words. It's hard for her to imagine wanting more right now; what she's just experienced was enough to leave her spent and drained in every sense of the word. But then again, maybe... just maybe... if it meant bringing her closer to rail, she could find the strength to endure another round.

She swallows hard and forces a nod, trying to meet the woman's gaze without appearing too eager. "Y-yes," she manages to croak out hoarsely. "M-more would be... fine." Her heart races in anticipation as she waits for the machine to resume its movements, ready or not.

Her breath catches in her throat as the machine begins moving once again, driving deeper into her than before. The unexpected sensation of her breasts being exposed and sucked upon sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her already overloaded system, leaving her gasping for air and trembling with desire. Her eyes flutter shut, lost in the maelstrom of sensations washing over her as she gives herself up to the machine's rhythm, surrendering completely to whatever it might have in store for her.

"R-rail..." she manages to moan between breaths, her voice barely audible above the sound of the machine and her own gasps for air. "I need you... please find me..." Her words are more of a plea than anything else; a desperate cry for help from one soulmate to another, echoing through the darkness like a prayer for deliverance. But no matter how loudly she might scream or beg, there is only silence in reply. For now, all she can do is cling to this moment of bliss and hope that somehow they will find their way back together again... if only for a fleeting instant.

Her head thrashes back and forth as the new arm invades her throat, forcing itself deeper with each thrust. Her mouth drops open in a silent scream, echoing through the room as she gives herself over to this final assault on her senses. The pain is almost unbearable at times, but it only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body, driving her ever closer to the edge of oblivion.

With each passing second, she feels herself growing weaker and more distant from reality; adrift on a sea of sensation that leaves no room for anything else but this moment, this connection with something far greater than herself. As she comes apart beneath the machine's merciless onslaught, her world explodes in a blinding flash of light and sound, leaving her spent and wrung out, breathless and shaking from the force of it all. But even as she drifts off into unconsciousness, one thought remains clear: that no matter what happens now, she will always carry this experience with her... a testament to the power of love and the strength of their bond.

Her mind is a haze of pleasure as she drifts in and out of consciousness. The sensations are overwhelming: the machine's relentless assault on her most sensitive spots sending wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through her veins. With each thrust, she feels herself growing closer to some inner peace, some acceptance of whatever fate has in store for them.

In this moment, there is no pain, only release; no fear, only trust; no loneliness, only the knowledge that rail is out there somewhere, fighting his own battle but never forgetting their connection. As her body gives itself over to the machine's mercy, she allows herself to be consumed by the love they share, clinging desperately to the memory of their time together even as everything else fades into oblivion.

And so she surrenders: surrendering to the pleasure, surrendering to the pain; surrendering to the knowledge that nothing in this world can ever tear them apart, not matter how much it might hurt sometimes. In this surrender lies their salvation, their redemption; a testament to the power of love and its ability to transcend even the harshest of realities.

Her moans echo through the room, expressing the depths of her satisfaction and submission to the pleasure that coursing through her veins. She feels as if she could stay like this forever; lost in the sweet release provided by the machine and fueled by the memory of rail's touch. But even as she gives herself over entirely to the experience, a tiny part of her remains hopeful: hopeful that somehow they will find their way back to each other, back to the love that binds them together no matter what else might try to tear them apart.

Her body arches off the restraints in a spasm of pure pleasure as her orgasm rips through her; an explosion of light and sound that leaves her trembling and gasping for air, every nerve ending alive with sensation. It feels like she's being torn apart and put back together again at the same time, a feeling so intense it borders on painful... but she wouldn't have it any other way. As the last wave of ecstasy ebbs away, leaving her spent and sated, Xyto can only whisper one word over and over again: "Rail... Rail..."

With each breath, with every beat of her heart, she prays that he can hear her, sense her presence in this place; feel the connection between them growing stronger despite the distance that separates their bodies. Because as long as there's even the faintest thread of hope remaining, she will never give up on finding him again, no matter what stands in their way.