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Part 54 of Positronic Rivalry, Part 3 of Kinktober, Part 7 of Star Trek Drabbles/Ficlets
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2024-10-01
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2024-10-20
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Kinktober 2024

Summary:

Wall-to-wall kinky android/human smut.

Chapter 1: Full House

Notes:

Alright, my horny homies, it begins again. Some important notes, first...

As always, mind the tags, but also keep in mind that these fics revolve around a loving and closed relationship as depicted in the Positronic Rivalry series. With that in mind, some tags might be deceptive.

We're starting off short and comparatively gentle so everyone gets their sea legs, but it's gonna get weird. If you've read my work before, you've probably got a decent idea of how weird it can get. I can't warn for everything, nor would I want to as I want to avoid spoilers, so please proceed with caution. Anything could happen (except for infidelity and jealousy. Those are always and forever off the table).

Also, these stories got away from me this year, so quite a few are a bit longer than normal.

Chapter Text

“Three of a kind,” Lore laughed, slapping his cards down for Data to see. “I win again.”

With the weekly officer’s poker game canceled at the last minute, Data had roped his brother into playing to ease his disappointment. And Lore agreed, his only stipulation being that he got to choose the location and particulars.

Data suggested the dining table in your quarters, but Lore had other ideas.

You were stretched naked between them on shaking hands and knees, your arched back functioning as a makeshift table. The cards were cool but very quickly warmed on your skin.

Every time Lore slid his cock down your throat, your muscles tensed and your pussy clenched around Data. In turn, Data volleyed by angling his cock downward to deliver a sure stroke to your sensitive depths, causing you to moan around his twin’s twitching prick. Each was hoping to distract the other in a war it seemed only you were truly winning.

Back and forth they went, parrying just as they did with the cards until you were a wet, spasming, moaning mess of a human table. The quick snap and buzz of shuffling cards mixed with the wet sounds being fucked into both ends of you.

“Two pair, kings high,” Lore declared with no small amount of smug satisfaction thickening his voice.

Data fanned his cards out on your back and thrust into you sharply, propelling you forward to sheathe his brother in your convulsing throat as a consolation prize. “Full house. I win.”