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You would think that as a member of the Family, Robin would know all the hallways of The Reverie like the back of her hand, dream or reality. But here she was – waking up, or rather, dreaming in a hotel room that obviously wasn’t hers.
In fact, if the room wasn’t designed to look exactly like how every other VIP room in The Reverie looks, she would’ve almost believed that she was in a completely different space – maybe at the borders of Penacony. She could hear the faint sound of her own music playing, along with something she couldn’t quite discern – but it definitely didn’t sound good.
Robin sighed, before getting herself together and leaving the hotel room. She should’ve been scared at the uncertainty of it all, but she was actually rather excited. Given the nature of the Family, anything ‘unpleasant’ was usually kept under wraps, hidden from everyone’s view except the higher-ups. She hadn’t even experienced a nightmare since she was young, so whatever creepy business was going on outside must be sure to spice things up, at least a little.
However – she was definitely not prepared for what she witnessed the moment she opened the door. And it wasn’t just the sight, it was the smell. Of burning bodies.
Robin mentally chided herself for feeling her cheeks get warm at the sight of it – but it was all just so unexpected! Robots and humans and other entities, all lined up in a show of their smouldering remains. She felt a little tempted to reach out to one of the human bodies and feel the burning warmth, but stopped herself. As Sunday’s sister, her body would not even feel the heat because of his icy protection. So what was the point?
The point was that whoever did this left a proper trail, similar to how Stone would. And as a long time fan of the Clockie series, she would be damned if she didn’t follow the trail and catch the culprit red-handed (hopefully literally?). It was kind of funny how all the bodies were literally lined up – like it was a deliberate choice by the culprit to make sure that they all burn up straight.
She followed the bodies and observed the burnt parts in each of them. It almost seemed like it was a big, burning hand or something was behind all of this. It was the one thing they all had in common – but she wondered if there was more to it than that.
Her search led her to a place that looked somewhat like the lobby of the Reverie, and…
“The Family’s beloved singer – Robin.” A voice speaks from behind her. “Leave now, and I won’t touch you.” She can see that it’s someone, or maybe something big, because its shadow looms over her.
She looks back, and is greeted with a giant Mecha, adorned head-to-toe in metal plating. She doesn’t know if there’s a human controlling them, or if they're simply a mechanical life-form, but the idea of finding out excites her.
“And you are?”
“Stellaron Hunter Sam. Did you not hear me? Leave. Now.” They speak, fury dripping from every single word. “Or do you wish to meet the same fate as the rest of them?”
Robin, quite honestly, doesn’t really register most of what they’re saying. She’s really only interested in the way the metal on their body is glowing – it seems hot to the touch but looks icy cold. Her instincts do not get the better of her as she puts her hand on where their ‘stomach’ would be.
“It’s so cold,” She states, looking up at Sam, who is currently speechless at her audacity. “Don’t you burn things? How are you so cold?”
“I- I will burn you next if you don’t leave this very instant.” They hesitate, all intimidation and fury gone from their voice.
“I think if you really wanted to, you already would have. And not to mention, you’re probably really tired, aren’t you? So many murders.”
Sam positively freezes at her words. How is their sheer intimidation not doing anything to her? It’s not like she’s wrong – he is tired, but…
“Tell me how you did it, Sam. I tried to figure it out myself, but I just assumed it was your hands. Was I right? Do they… start glowing or something?”
A little flint of anger sparks within Sam and they grab Robin’s hand, and demonstrate what they did to all the others. To their surprise, all it does is earn them a little gasp from her.
“God – at least warn a girl before you grab her hand like that, Sam. Keep holding it, though. It feels so warm~”
Sam feels really confused. Is this happening because they’re in a dream? But then – the other bodies burnt. What’s so different about this angel?
“Not to sound too forward, but can I touch you? You’re just so… interesting. So warm and so cold. And so cute, too, if I’m being completely honest.”
Robin only intends to tease Sam for thinking that they can do any harm to her, but she doesn’t miss the way they react to her words. They make a sound that resembles a “fine, do whatever”, and if it wasn’t for their appearance Robin would almost think that they’re just some shy young girl – and Robin has always had a thing for shy girls. Their robotic voice had lost all of its threat now, too, and it made Robin giggle. She led them to a seat in the lobby, and they followed her with no complaints.
She traced her fingers across from where their neck would be, to their stomach. It produced a certain “ring” sound that echoed across the room. She then proceeded to “climb” them, in order to get to their face, causing Sam to make the robotic equivalent of a cough. She smiled as she held their face in both of her hands, and observed how defeated they looked. Sam had no reason to let her do any of this. Sure – they couldn’t harm her, but that doesn’t mean that they had to let Robin do all of this.
Maybe… they needed this. Relaxation. And as a resident of Penacony, a member of The Family, it was Robin’s duty to help Sam relax.
Robin tests the waters by sitting on Sam’s knee, as she observes the warmth of their hand. She was truly curious as to why it was only their hands that had this effect. Her theory was that their hands were where their fire abilities were most present, and her brother’s icy protection was shielding her from the complete warmth of it. It was truly fascinating.
Without thinking, Robin licks up Sam’s hand and is mesmerised by the slight burn she feels on her tongue. Maybe her tongue was more receptive to these high temperatures than her hands. She tried to gauge Sam’s reaction at what she had just done, but all they did was mildly shake – which is understandable, considering how unexpected what she did was.
But she felt the shake between her legs too, as she was sitting on their knee, and it made her gasp. She decided to find more ways to tease Sam like this, considering that they truly were okay with all of this. They place a kiss on where their lips would be, earning her another shake. It was as if Sam was incapable of speaking about how they feel about this, which was funny – because they were very obviously aroused too. Robin could feel it, somehow. And she wanted to exploit that information so bad – to help them relax, of course. Nothing else.
Robin feels herself growing wet as she gives up on making Sam react and simply starts grinding on them herself. The feeling of the cold metal works wonders against the softness of her panties and she hears Sam groan as she goes faster, and faster.
But right before she can come – Sam decides that they’ve had enough, and picks her up with one hand effortlessly, lifting her and placing her on their lap, her legs spread. Robin nearly laughs at how easy it had been to provoke them, but when she notices what they’re about to do, she gasps – a little excited, a little scared.
“Do you really think you can do as you please, Angel? You may be a big shot across the universe but you’re not above me. Don’t just use me as you please. I’m not some corporate lapdog from the IPC.”
“Big words coming from someone who was practically whimpering at my touch a few seconds ago,” Robin says, to provoke them even further. She was so close to getting what she wanted, she could feel it.
“You’re not any better. You were about to come from riding my knee.”
“But I didn’t.” Robin smiles, unafraid. “It’s not fair, you can’t just make the first move and then not see it through to the end. I thought better of you, Stellaron Hunter Sam.” she speaks, mocking.
Annoyed, Sam brings their hand to the middle of her legs and savours the moan Robin lets out at that feeling. It should’ve been clear all along, they were both just chasing that warmth.
Sam tears through her panties and lets out a laugh at how wet she is. “I’ll make sure you remember that name. What would make it better for you, I wonder? My hands, or…”
“Your fingers! God. Your fingers. Please. In me. Now.” Robin pleads, not caring about any kind of overpowering or provocation anymore. She finally had Sam where she wanted them and she was not going to mess it up, and if embarrassing herself is what it took for Sam to fuck her, then so be it.
Sam laughs at her desperation as they insert one of their fingers into her, and Robin almost cums instantly at the way it feels both hot and cold inside her at the same time. They wait a bit for Robin to get adjusted to the sheer girth of the finger, but she starts moving almost immediately. Sam doesn’t even have to do anything – they just have to sit and watch a performance Robin will never, ever let them forget. No wonder she’s a singer, even her screaming as she comes on their fingers sounds angelic.
Sam prepares to remove themselves out of her after she comes, but Robin insists on still chasing that high. “Another finger, Sam, please ,” She pleads, and Sam honestly can’t say no after everything. They even feel their own fraying wires grabbing on to Robin and her breasts. One of them probes at her ass, and Sam considers stopping again, but is once again left speechless at the way Robin only gives it easier access to fuck her.
She was an insatiable force of nature to be reckoned with, because even after coming five times, tears all over her face ruining her makeup, she kept going.
She only stopped after the eleventh time, at Sam’s request – because of how exhausted she looked. They couldn’t possibly understand where this drive was coming from, because after they pulled themselves out of her, she fell asleep almost immediately.
Sam cleaned themselves of all the fluid automatically, and placed Robin on one of the sofas in the lobby after cleaning her as well.
They weren’t sure if she’d even remember this encounter – or why they weren’t able to harm her in the first place, but one thing was for sure: Firefly was right. All of Robin’s performances were unforgettable.