Dream Match: Eclair vs. Sally, The Artificial Girl! ( Hentai )

Of course, missing a part of her outfit, the strength gap between the two is a little more obvious. Turned upside-down, long chocolatey brown bangs dangling down to almost touch the mat , the little rub-rub at her privates brings a sudden flare to her cheeks and a whimpered "Hey!" before she's flipped...though this slam temporarily winds her into a swirl of stars as she lands with a thud.. "..ngh" ..her body is sprawled out in an L-shape over the mat...hips flexing as she tries to sit up a couple times, knowing that she just needed to get to one of her programming panels....or at least get her in some sort of sleeper hold. Eclair wasn't the kind of person to forget about something she's made - so it's fair to say she knows almost everything about Sally, unless more modifications have been made since her manufacturing.

G..guuuuh..she's so strooong... A little grunt follows as she tries to sit up - but is obviously disadvantaged..

“Go ahead, sit up,” Sally encouraged. As soon as Destin was in a sitting position, the brutal android would charge up to her and swing her leg forward, aiming the toe of her right foot at Eclair's ample chest like she was kicking a soccer ball. Once her kick knocked the little brunette back on the ground, Sally would jump down so that she was sitting right behind Eclair's head. Slipping her arms underneath the mechanic's armpits, Sally would lift the girl's upper body so that she was in a sitting position again, just long enough to wrap her steely legs around Eclair's soft midsection and cinch in a dragon sleeper on the poor girl's head. Then, all she had to do was lie back and squeeze until Eclair was whimpering for her.

“Sorry, did that kick from earlier hurt you?” Sally cooed with sarcastic affection. While she tightened her legs around Sally's waist and cranked her head back with her arm, her free hand would start traveling up and down her sweet, smooth chest, caressing her entire body from her collarbone down to her panty line and tickling her cleavage with soft, feathery touches. “Don't worry, my sweet little creator. Once I squeeze the resistance out of you, I'll take good care of your boo-boo.”

The impact of the hit sends her nearly skidding backwards - the twist of her face showing off that the impact to a sensitive bit was definitely present.

uuughhh..I sure do..make..good..robots.. she grumbles internally.....the toned bit of her abdomen tightening hard as legs wrap about it. Even without her augmentations, Eclaire was well-defined, to say the leastfrom all of the mechanical work - though it's not enough to stop a full body squeeze focusing at her head. Too battered to keep up well at this point -fingertips roll effortlessly against Eclaire's bare top..hips flexing as fingertips ride her pantyline, the currve of her hips shifting. uuugh.....hard to ..breathe... Eclaire shows off her flexibility - one , slender leg wrapping around the back of Sally's head...and..resting there. She doesn't have enough strength to pull down as her air supply lows. "hhmmf...nf..." ...there's a few little whines that follow as her chest thrusts up, unintentionally pushing into Sally's hand - one warm, bare breast squishing to her palm as she thrusts up once, last, desperately. At..at this rate i'm gonna have to wait until she drops her guard..uhn..but..i'm so...uuhngg...

Eclair's incredible flexibility had Sally worried about an escape attempt for a moment, but the tender girl was getting tired, and so early in the match to boot. “This is just sad, sweetie. I figured the student could surpass the master, but not this easily!”

Sally smiled when Eclair's wriggling caused Sally to cop a feel of her breast by accident (although she would've done that on purpose soon enough anyway). She could squeeze the life out of her creator right now, but the goal of this match was to provoke an orgasm, not a KO. Reluctantly, Sally relaxed her grip on all fronts, letting Eclair relax a bit and breathe more easily. However, her sensual teasing would get worse; as Sally's free hand roved more boldly over Eclair's gorgeous breasts, the palm of her hand would start to warm up unusually quickly as she massaged the girl's breasts and played with her nipples. With the heating elements in her hands fired up, Sally hoped to relax Eclair further, to cause her to get lost in ecstasy as she fondled the woman's chest.

Eclair 's heavy breathing struggles to catch up with all of the abuse from earlier - bare chest fitting nicely into her engineer's hand. There's a little bit of a flashback to the first time that this sort of thing happened - which she may or may not have memories of - a command entered as a joke by a coworker to "ravish Eclaire until she passed out" - bet five dollars that she wouldn't last thirty minutes..

And Eclaire lasted twenty-six. The tests were undoubtedly successful. "Ughn..just..you..wait.." she murmurs, quickly attempting to feel a hand against her thigh, trying to feel out an interfacing port with her fingers - grazing her skin with her fingertips in an attempt to distract her enough. Though the heated fingertips -- Eclair was starting to fall victim to the sensations again - head lulling to the side as a sweet little "ahn.." rings from her lips...it's seconds as her nipples start to tighten up between toying fingertips...and her hips give a little nudge upwards as she gets a little bit of stamina back. If..I can just..distract her...a sec

Her heavy breathing escalates though, reminded of Sally's sex toy functionality...Oo..ooh..she remembers how sensitive I am and where, too..d--ddamnit...

..Eclair did spend a few nights with her after all before shipping her out....those nights filled with debauchery, of course.