Sevika slammed the door behind them, the cheap lock rattling in its frame. The woman she'd dragged from the bar didn't get a chance to speak before Sevika shoved her against the wall, metal fingers digging into her hip hard enough to bruise.
"Strip," Sevika said, voice low and flat like she was ordering a drink. She didn't wait. Her flesh hand yanked the woman's shirt open, buttons popping across the floor. Tits spilled out, nipples already tight. Sevika's thumb dragged over one, rough calluses scraping.
The woman moaned, pushing into the touch. Sevika laughed once, short and mean. "Eager little slut. Get those pants off."
Clothes hit the ground in a heap. Sevika stayed dressed, leather creaking as she crowded closer. She kicked the woman's feet apart and shoved two thick fingers straight into her cunt. No warm-up, just the sudden stretch and wet sound of it. The woman gasped, hips jerking.
"Fuck, you're soaked already," Sevika muttered. She pumped her fingers fast, curling them on every pull. Her prosthetic arm stayed braced on the wall, cold metal against the woman's cheek. "This what you wanted when you kept staring at me downstairs? My hand splitting you open?"
"Yes," the woman breathed. "God, yes."
Sevika added a third finger. The woman's knees buckled but Sevika caught her, holding her up by the pussy like she weighed nothing. She fucked her like that until slick ran down her wrist and the woman was whining, trying to grind down harder.
"Bed," Sevika ordered. She pulled her fingers free with a wet pop and wiped them on the woman's thigh. "On your back. Legs spread."
The woman scrambled to obey. Sevika stripped just enough to free her strap, thick silicone already slick from the harness. She climbed on, metal hand pinning both wrists above the woman's head. The first thrust sank in deep, bottoming out in one shove. The woman cried out, back arching.
Sevika didn't ease up. She fucked hard and steady, hips snapping, the harness rubbing her own clit with every drive. Sweat slicked her chest. The woman clenched around the strap, heels digging into Sevika's back.
"Take it," Sevika growled. "That's it. Milk my cock like the whore you are."
She shifted angles, grinding the base against the woman's clit on every thrust. The woman's moans turned ragged.
Her thighs started shaking. Sevika leaned down and bit the side of her neck, teeth sinking in just shy of drawing blood.
"Come on it," Sevika said against her skin. "Now."
The woman came with a broken shout, cunt pulsing around the strap. Sevika rode it out, fucking her through it until the aftershocks made her twitch and beg. Only then did Sevika pull out, flip her onto her stomach, and push back in from behind. One hand fisted the woman's hair, the other reached under to rub her swollen clit in tight circles.
"Again," Sevika demanded. "You're not done till I say."
She kept going, relentless, until the woman was sobbing into the mattress, coming a second time, then a third. Only when her own thighs started trembling did Sevika grind deep and let herself finish, growling low as the harness dragged her over the edge.
They stayed locked like that for a minute, breathing hard. Sevika finally pulled out slow, watching the strap slide free shiny with come. She unbuckled it, tossed it aside, and dragged the woman up against her chest.
"Stay the night," she said, already sounding bored again. "I'm not done with you yet."
The woman nodded, boneless and wrecked. Sevika's metal fingers traced lazy circles on her hip, cold and possessive, promising more before the sun came up.
