Fumbling Towards Ecstacy
Day 21: Panties & Lingerie
"Well, I don't know about you, Red, but I like what I see."
"The lace patterns are aesthetically pleasing to the eye." They note, voice carefully idle. Internally, however, they preen beneath Mirage's undivided attention.
The late afternoon glow, pouring through the half-shuddered windows of her bedroom, dyes her plating with a delicate orange glow. She saunters close, allowing him a clear view of the boxers that hug her hips, and the sports bra that modestly covers most of her chassis. To his silent delight, there's a tenting bulge already present at the apex of her thighs.
"I was thinking more along the lines of 'you look really hot wearing that'." She remarks, a giggle beneath her tone.
V2's chassis flares with warmth, already bordering on too much. She hasn't even started touching him, and already lubrication is seeping from their folds. His fans whirr, rising in volume by the second, and giving away precisely how excited they are already as she crowds them against the bedroom wall.
He's still not sure if they should be grateful or annoyed that she finally talked them into this. Mirage had let them don the lacy undergarments on his own in the apartment bathroom just the other night; just to try it without another's scrutiny. V2 had been pleasantly surprised at how good he looked in them. The rosy pink set complimented the deep crimson of their plating perfectly, see-through lace teasing a glimpse of his designation number, and their glistening, silicone cunt.
"We should go shopping after this." She says, casually so, like she hasn't completely pinned them to the wall with her half-lidded, wanting look. "Find something else that fits you."
Mirage's finger hooks beneath the delicate band of his panties, and tugs it upwards. But rather than immediately releasing it, she instead lets the skimpy crotch panel ride up their cunt and dig into his clit. Their hips jolt slightly in answer, already soaking into the taut lace.
"I would not be opposed." V2 manages through their crackling voice box.
"Hmmm, maybe a chemise," The strip of fabric slips off the last joint of her finger and snaps back into place with an audible slap. It shouldn't make their pleasure receptors burn at the ends, but it does.
"You--" A burst of static breaks up his words as Mirage's hand slips into the front of their underwear. "--really must enjoy seeing me in clothes."
"What, did all the nice skirts I gave you not tip you off?" Two fingers drag over their lips, the tips just barely catching on the rim of his pussy. "You should wear them more often."
Any reply they want to produce is promptly aborted when those clever digits at last sink into them, barely stifling another airless gasp. Her free hand takes his own, fingers intertwining, and pushes it into the plaster-white surface above their helm, stained with the colors of the waning light outside. When the rim of her helm nudges at the bottom of his, V2 obediently tilts his head back. Mirage nuzzles into their neck with a pleased hum.
"Good girl." She coos, fingers moving in shallow thrusts. The words burrow right into their pleasure center, dragging them further into the adherents of pleasure. "My good girl... "
