NieR Automata: Life's Meaning

Apex dodged a kick, grabbing hold of A2's leg before she could pull it back and tossing her a good distance away. He gave chase as she flipped into a landing, prepared to face him the moment he reached her.

In addition to the spars they started their days with, they always conducted a late-night, or late-day if the ever-present sun had anything to say about it, spar when he was full of energy from a recently eaten dinner. With the additional energy those naturally lasted much longer since his body could take plenty more punishment before problems arose, but today's in particular was going on for much longer. So long that Popola and Devola had already said their goodnights before retreating into the cabin.

As expected, they weren't a big fan of the whole watching him injure himself trying to keep pace with A2 plan but they trusted her enough to know no real harm would come to him through them.

Ducking beneath a punch from him, A2 stepped forward, one of her feet gliding across blades of grass as it slipped behind one of his. Recognizing the technique she so often used to subdue him, he slipped past her grasp for him and took advantage of the awkward footing the attempt left her with, grabbing hold of one of her wrists as threw his entire weight at her.

They hit the ground.

It'd taken a long time just to be able to match A2's punches. Out-grappling her on the other hand? That was a whole different beast that he quickly figured out was best left alone. In a straight bare fisted fight or even against weapons, he could get away with following his instincts, able to match A2 with them. But on the other hand, the grappling techniques hard wired into her overwhelmed his sharpened instincts at every turn once they hit the ground, most of those exchanges ending with him nearly being choked out.

Not a fun experience, regeneration factor or not.

So he knew something was up the moment he managed to grasp her other wrist, both pinned down on either side of her head, not much given in the way of struggle.

That didn't stop him from basking in his apparent victory for a brief moment. After so many loses, it felt good not to be the one ending up in the dirt for once.

"Tired or something?" He questioned, looking down at her.

A2 hummed, staring up at him, any thoughts of battle melting away from his mind. He knew what A2 looked like when she was fighting, that cold calculated edge present in them even when they were training together. Her eyes were focused as usual but there was none of that edge. Just this air about them.

As if she was waiting for something.

Maybe that was why he found himself lowering himself, until her faint controlled breaths brushed against his. Red dusted A2 cheeks but she didn't move and she certainly could've, the grip he had on her wrists fully loosened by then.

Then they kissed. Or rather he kissed her. Despite letting it happened A2 didn't quite know what to do with herself.

He cut it short, rising slightly.

Blue eyes wide open, long white hair splayed across the grass, and face red as a tomato; beautiful as she was, A2 managed to look cute while so embarrassed. "Why did you do that?" She questioned, still managing to maintain eye contact despite the state of her face.

"Because I wanted to." And he was pretty sure she wanted him to, but telling A2 that might just cause her to run off. "Want me to get up?"

A2 slowly shook her head.

So he kissed her again. He would've liked to say he enjoyed the feel of her soft lips against his but either too embarrassed or completely unsure of what to do in a situation like this, maybe a mix of both, A2 ended up not doing much of anything. It became increasingly clear that while she wasn't against this, he would have to be the one leading everything with how tense she was.

And out in the open wasn't the best place for something like that.

"Come on." He said after pulling away from her and standing. A2 followed without question as he led them over to her tent. Darkness fell over them as they stepped in, his eyes immediately adjusting as he guided A2 onto the fur covered ground, on top of her once more.

This time, when their lips met, she pressed back. It wasn't much, but at least some sense of privacy had given her a little confidence. Still she was far too tense, too wound up to truly followed his lead and do much of anything.

He needed to loosen her up.

So far he'd kept his hands idle as to not push too quickly but he shifted, running one hand along the outer edge of her thigh. A2 instinctively stiffened but eased up after another shared kiss. Tracing the skin between her thigh high boots and her shorts, he caressed, getting a feel. For the most part the smooth skin felt no different than expected but there were portions, generally were the visible lining of her parts were, where he felt something akin to the coolness of solid metal. He paid it no mind, slowly easing her into his touch before moving towards her inner thigh.

A2's legs instantly snapped shut.

"Relax." He said

A2's stared up at him for a moment, before taking a breath and nodding, slowly spreading her legs herself. Gliding his hands over around her inner thighs, he gently touched a finger to the velvety fabric of her shorts. Despite that they've only kissed for a few minutes at best, her shorts were wet. Too wet to be called damp but not so much so that he'd say it was soaked through.

Had she been thinking about doing something this the whole time they were fighting? Or maybe after Popola and Devola turned in for the night and they were left alone? It's the only explanation he had. Either way, despite her lack of proactivity, A2 was clearly ready. If she wasn't so tense that was.

Kissing and a little touching wasn't enough to get her to relax.

"What are you-"

"Relax." Apex said again as he trailed some light kisses down her neck before backing off, position himself between her spread legs. "And try not to crush my head."

A2's confusion didn't last long as he dropped, grabbing hold of her shorts and shifting the fabric just enough that he could get a clear look at her lower lips. Saying that she had been looking forward to this was an understatement. Her lips were already slicken with the liquid her body produced, practically glistening beneath his instinctive night vision.

Grabbing hold of her thighs so as to keep her somewhat still, Apex moved forward pressing his lips to her entrance. That alone was enough to cause her to move but she kept her legs open. Sticking to the outside for now, Apex licked around the entrance to her pussy, A2's breath hitching and her hands dropping to clench the furs in response. The sweet taste of her soon flooded his senses, the sweet liquid at its strongest from the source it seemed.

His tongue traveled over the nub of her clint and this time A2's legs really did close, a quiet moan leaving her as her thick thighs pressed against his head. On second thought, if she was that sensitive there, playing around with her clint might be little much for A2's first time.

Shifting his aim lower, Apex pressed his tongue directly to her slick entrance, her folds easily parting to his tongue.

"Mmmh." A moan, so quiet it was a mix of cute and enticing, left A2 as he swirled his tongue around her insides, exploring her walls. She raised one hand to her mouth, muffling any further sounds but he could tell from her slight quivers and the occasional tightening of his thighs where her most sensitive parts were. Or at least the ones his tongue could reach.

He'd expected her to cum quickly given her lack of experience but A2 held out for quite awhile. So long that he decided to throw his hands into the mix, one gentled rubbing against her clit and the other to hold one of her thighs. He doubted she was doing it intentionally but all the attention got sharp reactions out of A2, her hips almost shifting to ride his tongue.

As a muffled sound, nearly akin to squeal rather than a moan, left A2, her legs completely wrapped around his head, her hips bucking as a fresh coating of her clear fluids rushed out to coat her pussy and his tongue.

Even after her initial orgasm passed, her movements ceasing, it took a bit of prying from his hands to loosened up the tight grip A2's thighs had around his head and free himself, Apex's already painfully hard member throbbed at the sight that awaited him.

Laid on the furs, A2's chest moved with every heave of her chest, one arm over her forehead as her half-lidded eyes looked towards him.

He shed his clothes as soon as possible and fully removed A2's shorts, the woman herself raising her body to make it easier. He repositioned himself between her legs, his member pressed to her soaked entrance. A2 waited with that same, almost expectant, stare that started all of this.

Apex leaned forward, sinking into her pussy, a grunt escaping him.

She was hot! He wasn't sure if it was because of her recent climax or something she was doing intentionally but her walls, hot as they were tight, nearly drew a load from him right then and there, the eager squeezing of her now claimed insides tempting him to give in to the desire. He managed to resist until he'd fed every inch into her.

They way her folds squeezed down on him were indescribable. The surrounding heat pressed down so tightly, flexing and tightening in all the right ways that it felt as though her pussy had been handcrafted just for him.

Gripping her hips, Apex slid himself back then forward, starting with slow thrusts but quickly ramping up. Just like when he'd gone down on her, A2 managed to remain relatively composed aside from ragged breaths despite her lack of experience. There were only slight shifts in her expression even when he angled his thrusts to constantly press against her g-spot.

At this rate he'd be the only one cuming.

His thrusts did knock her shirt up somewhat, revealing the faint but visible outline of her abs.

Maybe the tolerance she had from being built with combat in mind also bled over into pleasure? Whatever the case, this position might worked for him but it wasn't getting much reaction out of A2.

Apex shifted his hold, grabbing hold of her A2's thighs and pushing her legs further up past while raising himself up so he was closer to being over her, some of his weight pressing down onto her. Thrusting back into her depths, this time aided by a mix of gravity and his weight, A2's confused face twisted into one of pleasure, eyes widening as a full moan left her.

There wasn't a single sign of pain or discomfort.

More or less confirming his theory about her, Apex resumed his thrusts, going all out from the start. A2 tried but failed to muffle her moans, legs raised even high of her own volation, allowing him to lean even further onto her and plunge into her depths with each thrust. Her eyes screwed shut and she reached out, hugging his head to her still covered breasts.

At this point he was more or less completely over her, the full weight of his body put into every downward thrust he sunk into her, her hot inner walls doing everything in their power to get him to tip over the edge and spill a load, the tent filled with wet squelches and claps.

He wasn't so sure how much longer he could resist that call.

Luckily the new position worked like a charm, A2's legs raised legs suddenly coming down on his back as he pull out for what might've been his final thrust, wrapping so tightly around him that he could've have pulled out of her if he wanted to. Not that the thought even had a chance to cross his mind. As soon as he was hilted within her, balls clapping against the natural cushioning that was her ass, the spasming heat of her pussy got the load it'd been trying to coax out of him from the beginning.

The first few spurts alone were enough to fill her up, the rest spilling out between their firmly connected crotches.

Moans left both of them as A2's legs loosened up and he pulled out, though A2 never let his head go, the both of them taking heavy breaths to recover from that. Head pressed to one of her breasts, Apex couldn't help but raise a hand to grab the other. Even beneath the fabric he could tell that they were big enough to fill out his hands.

It didn't take long for A2's previous look to return. As if she wanted him to keep at it but was too unsure to act on those desires.

Well, it looked like she could still handle more.

"Sorry about this A2." He said raising up and reaching for the bottom of her shirt. Going right along with him, she raised her arms, helping him toss it aside and fully reveal her round breasts. He gripped both, the soft flesh pliable beneath his touch and filling out his hands just as he thought.

Positioning himself over her again, this time his knees pressed into the furs just beneath her raised shoulders, he brought his member to her chest, squeezing her breasts around his dick. Already slick with their combined releases, he easily slid between them, satisfying the curiosity he had. It was far different compared to her pussy, her cool skin pleasurable in its own way.

It wasn't the act itself so much as the sight that really got him going.

A2 watched him thrust between the boobs he long admired from a distance, a corner of her bottom lip curled into her mouth, perhaps enraptured by the sight.

The closer he got to release the harder A2 seemed to breath, until he could feel those breaths on the head of his cock whenever he thrusted forward. Pushing her breasts tighter together, more less sliding between a makeshift hole at this point, the stark contrast between her cool skin and hot breath sent him over the edge, a load let loose with a twitch.

His cum splattered across her beautiful face, covering a part of her eyes and hair. The next shots coated her neck then fell around her breasts, leaving them sticky with his release.

A2's lips parted ever so slightly as she raised her head, bits of his dripping cum entering her waiting mouth. Once more he couldn't really help himself; if she wanted a taste of his cum, he could give it to her.

He moved forward slightly and her soft lips parted the moment he pressed his still swollen head to them. Well aware that she could take a bit of rough treatment without suffering any sort of pain, he didn't waste time with any fanfare, grabbing hold of her head and spearing his length straight down her throat before pulling out and doing it again. A2 struggled the first few times but as quick a learner as she was, she adapted, her waiting throat held open for him as he in no uncertain terms began fucking her face.

The naturally tight constriction messaged him in time with her breaths and though it wasn't nearly as hot as her lower lips, it wasn't any less pleasurable. The only thing that would've made this better was A2 actually trying to put her tongue to work but he was well aware that was probably asking for too much. While she was letting him do whatever he pleased, going along with every idea that struck him, she still seemed at a loss as to what she should be doing throughout it all.

Burying himself as deep as he could in her wide open mouth, he came straight down her throat, A2 managing to take the entire load, nothing spilling out when he finally pulled himself out of the wet warmth of her mouth.

Even now, Apex couldn't help himself, reaching out for her. And A2, well, she went along with him, immediately following his lead the moment he began guiding her, soon turned over over so she was on all fours. Rubbing his dick between the full cheeks of her sizable rear, Apex pushed her a little forward and slid back into her pussy, her walls flexing all around him.

He hadn't expected his first victory over A2 to come about because of something like the battle hardened woman being what amounted to horny, but he wasn't complaining.