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Barely a minute later, Cecilia had been carried to the couch, and promptly cornered by her four senpais again. Sitting between Calli's legs, the reaper had wrapped her arms around the automaton's waist, and breathed softly on her nape, a warmth that made Cecilia even more light-headed than the alcohol could.
This wasn't helped by having both Promise members at her side, one holding each arm, resting their head on her shoulders. Bae was on the left, and was dreamily tracing circles on Cecilia’s forearm, feeling the cold porcelain delicately adjusting to her own body heat.
On the other side, IRyS had snuggled against her neck, the alcohol making her all giggly and excited, and she was longingly looking into the doll's eyes as she breathed heavily into the crook of her neck, making tingles run across her senses.
Finally, Ina was sitting across her lap, face resting against her chest as Cecilia’s arms were around her, one over her body, the second holding her head, mechanical fingers running through shoulder-length hairs with a satisfying scratching sound. She had her eyes closed, but Cecilia could feel the smaller senpai's fingers grasping on her shirt, the “Ultimate guide to boning”, offered by Mori.
The Mori in question sighed in relief, and the sudden blow of air on her back made Cecilia shiver.
“Damn, that's what I call a good cuddle pile…” the pink-haired girl leaned against Cecilia, and everyone else holding onto the automaton agreed with quiet sighs and content faces.
Cecilia didn't answer, still feeling the heat from the alcohol settle in her body, lower than her stomach, closer to her waist. She had gotten a taste of her senpais and only wanted more, and the cuddles weren't enough for Cecilia Immergreed.
So, she reached for Bae's mug, her finger running alongside the rat's cheek, gently caressing the skin, before lifting the whole head with just a finger, raising it close to her own face.
Bae didn't resist, letting her kouhai take the initiative. Both their faces were close now, breathing heavily into each other's, and a single flick of the index from Cecilia pulled the rat closer, for their lips to make contact, and this time the kiss lasted for a few seconds more, before the two women parted again, a thin thread of mixed saliva still linking their mouths together.
“Calli,” Cecilia said, licking her lips clean, “I have to thank you for these cocktails, really. Thanks to you, that rat doesn't taste like coffee today.”
The voice of the automaton just now, was warm and syrupy, melting Mori’s defenses one by one, and probably of the other girls too. Bae tried to say something to defend herself, but her face had turned so red the words came out a jumble of sounds, and she was quickly shut up by soft porcelain lips kissing hers again.
Then, a very drunk IRyS complained, words about “Bae hogging all the good bits”, before pulling Cecilia to herself, more automaton kissing ensuing. Bae whined as the soft lips left her own, but comforted herself by nuzzling the neck of her kouhai, the tip of her tongue peeking from her lips, sneakily tasting the cold ceramic with it.
Cecilia couldn't tell when soft hands started running against her casing, over and under her shirt, fingers playfully caressing her joints around the waist, the tummy, the elbows and even her neck. She was too distracted by her senpais, pulling her one by one for kisses, a relentless and unending assault of soft lips and warm tongues, of gentleness and neediness.
The assault on her senses was overwhelming, and she could feel her gears turn faster, her wind-up key spin harder, the soul inside of her reacting to every bit of attention the four women were giving her. Slowly, so slowly, she felt herself being laid down, gently pulled on her back as the couch unfolded into a large bed. Cecilia could now see the ceiling, and sitting next to her, all four of her senpais, leaning over her body. Ina was holding her left arm, fingers running alongside the wrist and elbow joints, sending little tickles flare through the automaton's strings, but stopped as Bae was running her hands under Cecilia’s shirt, pulling it up above her head.
“Look at that, girls… that bratty kouhai doesn't even wear a bra.” one of the girls said, but Cecilia was unsure which one.
The nimble fingers of the rat quickly found their way back to her chest piece, and despite the hard and cold porcelain of it, Cecilia could still feel heat coming from the lingering touch of fingers brushing against her breast.
Then more hands, around her waist this time, larger, almost wrapped around her entirely, before they slowly pulled down on her pants, taking it off as kisses followed. Lips touching down on her hip joints, making sure to avoid the black laced panties she was wearing today, then lower, on her thigh, then knee joints, then even lower, reaching for the calf, before finally pulling the pants off her legs with a final kiss, all the way down to her heel. The experience was electrifying, and her body was tensing slightly each time she felt softness land on her legs, and even more as the lips started climbing back, up her body, slowly taking their time until they reached the tummy again.
Cecilia's fingers wrapped around someone else's, and from the soft but strong grip on her hand, she could tell it was Calli. Pulling her closer, she held the intertwined fingers to her lips, where she kissed the Reaper's hand. More fingers brushed around her face, gently seeking her lips, a thumb caressing the carefully sculpted face of the automaton. More hands lingered under her chin, around her neck, grasping around a throat that didn’t need air but still breathed heavily, heating up from the inside.
The hands kept playing around her body, lowering from her face to her bare chest, her waist, her legs. Some moments, only one or two made contact, then four or five, or too much to count with how the sensations washed over her, waves of pleasure building up over and over. Lips found her mouth again, gentle like a butterfly, and she reached out for her senpai’s face, porcelain fingers through short hair, holding the woman for a kiss. A warm breath pushed through her own mouth, and Cecilia held the kiss for a little longer than it would be reasonable. Finally, her senpai pulled away, and the automaton could see Ina’s face, smiling, a little short-breathed.
She just mouthed two words, quiet in her mouth yet deafening to the ears of the kouhai.
“May we?”
Cecilia felt fingers push against her inner thigh, and silently nodded. Ina leaned over again, reaching for the porcelain lips, but Cecilia could feel her core heat up, as fingers started teasing her crotch, through the laced panties she still had.
It didn't last long, as the fingers quickly pulled that one down, nails softly raking against her thighs. More fingers immediately found their way between her legs, inside her, gently pushing and caressing against the small panel that opened to her inner workings. Despite her automaton body, she still reacted like a human, tensing as a soft finger pried open the plate, quivering as she anticipated what was to come.
The plate opened to a single small key, and Mori reached, turning a quarter to the left. Whirring sounds of rotating cogs echoed through Cecilia’s body, as the various plates that covered her internal components unlocked, opening for her senpais to see. The last barrier of intimacy Cecilia had. The fingers ceased their caresses for a moment, everyone admiring the fine clockwork that made Cecilia the living being she was, rather than a lifeless doll.
Hundreds of cogs geared into each other, creating movement, pulling on strings and cables that made movement so easy, the inner workings that allowed Cecilia to dance, sing, play the violin, to have fun with her colleagues. Exposed to the warm air of Calli’s apartment, to the eyes of four hungry senpais.
Their hands quickly found their way inside. Hesitantly at first, learning the texture of her casing from the inside, rougher, but still of delicate porcelain, with metallic frames holding the whole body together. The feeling was also different for Cecilia, more… intoxicating, in a way. She didn’t run on electricity, yet the lingering touch of the fingers inside her casing felt like a shock every time, and she let her mind drift away as the fingers started caressing the gears. The feeling of flesh, so soft and squishy against the hard and cold bronze, and the thought of one of the girls getting her hand stuck in her cogs made Cecilia hesitate for a bit, but a hand cradled her cheek, thumb running on her lips, and Bae gave her a gentle smile.
“It’ll be fine, dear. Just let us do our thing, and enjoy.”
Cecilia felt tugging on the wire near her left arm, and her finger flexed in reaction, to the delight of the nephilim who moved around and disappeared from her view. A soft and wet warmth took over her hand, as she could feel IRyS’ weight shifting on her forearm. Another tug on the wire, another flexing of the finger, inside of her senpai, this time accompanied by a soft moan.
But Cecilia didn’t have the time to focus on these sensations, as the other pairs of hands finally gathered enough courage to meddle with her gears. She noticed the connection to her legs had shut down, leaving her unable to move, yet feeling all the same, as kisses and caresses came to her inner thighs once again, this time reaching up to the cover panel between her legs. The strings pulled again in her shoulder, and the fingers curled, the moans getting louder, and louder, until she realized she was also vocalizing, accompanying her senpai in the rhythm she gave herself playing with the wires. And then, Cecilia’s voice slowed. A finger was pressing down on a cog in her chest, slowing its course, and Cecilia felt her thoughts muddle as her bodily functions weakened, the fragile machinery that animated her put to a halt. It was just that easy to stop her. A single finger, holding a single cog down, the entire mechanism put to a halt.
For a single second, that stretched to infinity, Cecilia felt everything. Every single detail, each finger against her casing, tugging on her wires, playing with her cogs. The delicate softness of lips slowly pulling away from the porcelain, leaving behind a slight damp mark, invisible, but chillingly noticed as her last conscious moment floated in eternity.
Then the finger lifted, and the cogs spun again at full speed, time resuming its normal course. Cecilia gasped, although no air entered the non-existent lungs, and noticed the smug face of Calli above her, leaning for a kiss.
And as lips made contact, the fingers held the cog back, slowing its rotation again. Lighter than the first time, making sure it took longer, a mellowing descent into fuzziness, edging the automaton for a release that wouldn’t come, as she felt the tug on her shoulder wires slow, the pull of her fingers delicately pushing inside IRyS, the hands and lips playing on her thighs leisurely brushing off the ceramic. And when she thought this would never end, these sluggish sensations unceasing, the finger left, time running again, and the overwhelming accumulation of all these feelings crashed against her last remaining scraps of consciousness like waves on a beach, and, when she finally gave up her thoughts, she just gave a long whimper, suppressed by the lips of her senpai against hers.
Then slowly, the overwhelming sensations pulled away one by one, and Cecilia was finally allowed to slowly cool down. Fingers ran across her body again, not aiming to please her, but instead delicately pushing her mechanisms and panels back in place, closing her body, consigning the insides to the dark again, and, as she finally came back to her senses, the automaton found herself dozing off on a large bed, surrounded by four senpais, gently cuddling her.
She closed her eyes again, imprinting the feelings of that night into her very core.