2B or Not 2B

(neck snap, implied necro)

Marcus glanced around at the hotel room orgy being played out before him and wondered just how he had gotten here.

It was the week of a cosplay convention and nerds, gamers and fictional fanatics had come from all over the world to play dress-up in his town. He wasn’t complaining, of course. He had fucked his fair share of scantily-clad sluts over the past few days. A few slave Leias here, some Pharahs and Mercys there, along with a few exotic beauties from some Asian MMOs whose names he couldn’t pronounce. His knowledge of various imaginary women had increased tenfold and he had gotten to know a few of his favorites far more intimately than he would have expected. It was turning out to be a good week for him.

He turned his attention back to the orgy. More characters than he could count writhed around on the queen-sized bed. He glimpsed a Thor and a Captain America spitroasting a Black Widow. Genji was going missionary on a blue-haired Chloe while Kate fingered herself next to them. The Hulk (no more than a walking six-pack painted green) had Lightning from Final Fantasy XIII locked in a piledriver, his green cock pounding her with rage befitting his character. Marcus sat on the couch watching all of this, his black dick hanging limply between his legs. The tip glistened with cum, both his and the Sombra he had creampied thrice earlier. He needed a short break before he dived back in.

“Whoa...haha!”

A girl, in the exact likeness of Yorha 2B, stumbled and fell against the couch next to him. She slid into his lap, spread out languidly and smiled up at him. “Well hello Falcon,” she purred, quite drunkenly.

He took in the nubile body stretched out before him. Her outfit was a perfect recreation of the character, right down to the lacy thigh-highs and the supple black leather boots. She even wore the blindfold. He peeked under her dress and found her panties missing but that was a detail not worth fretting over.

“A 2B, falling into my lap. It must be Christmas.” Marcus slipped two fingers into her slick pussy. She shuddered and bit her lip at his touch. He was vaguely aware that his cock was now standing at attention, where once it had been flaccid. “You wanna hop on this dick?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” 2B jumped off his lap and lowered her bubbly ass on his long dick. A moan escaped her almost immediately and she started hopping, bouncing on his cock with all the eagerness of a bunny on sugar. “Oh fuck...yes!”

He grabbed her hips, sat back and watched her ride. Her cheeks clapped together each time she came down, her moans somehow able to climb in volume above the others. She was a firm fit for his cock and she gripped the length easily with her round, jiggling backside. He mushed them together with his hands, pressed and kneaded them like dough, slapped them and watched them tremor from the impact.

2B bounced until she was breathless. Her moans became nothing more than harsh suggestions. Her asshole contracted and clamped down on his length and when she shuddered and her thighs quivered from climax, he blew his nut inside of her, filling her up with a thick, creamy load.

She leaned back against him, caressing his head with a shaky hand. “I need...more,” she panted. “Fill me up.”

“With pleasure.”

Marcus withdrew from her ass and guided his cock into her wet and waiting cunt. He groped her breasts as he thrusted slowly into her, elevating his hips and filling her up to the hilt. She touched the side of his face, moaned softly in his ear and gyrated her own slender hips against him.

His powerful hands roamed up her chest. One settled under her chin, the other came to rest on the crown of her head. He pressed his fingers down and twisted her neck the other way. Her spine snapped, a mere pop compared to the noise of coke-fueled cosplay sex, and her body shuddered. He held her close to him while she twitched, kissing and wrestling with her shaking tongue while he continued to thrust in her. She pissed on his cock as her bladder relaxed only to cum moments later from his continued pounding.

He fucked and savored her a long time before he filled her with a hot, thick load. It dripped out of her cunt as he pulled out and plopped onto the carpet in white gobs. She slumped in his lap, drooling mouth agape, a perfectly dead porcelain doll.

“Mission accomplished 2B,” he said, with a smile and patted her thigh just above the stocking. “Time for extraction.”

Marcus cradled the dead 2B and carried her out of the bedroom into the living room where he spent the rest of the night filling all of her holes.