“M-Mett...aahhh!” Your jaw hangs open as strangled screams make their way from your throat.. You’re so close to orgasm that tears are pricking at the corner of your eyes.
Mettaton’s eyes narrow in on your bared throat. He licks his teeth, bringing his mouth right to your ear. “And only I G E T t-to F U C K Y O U...A-A L L M I N E.”
And with those clipped words, he bites at your neck, and it’s the trigger your body needs to send you spiraling into absolute ecstasy.
“Mettaton! I’m coming...c-coming!” Everything inside you bursts with the heat of release. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHH….Mettaton!”
“That’s it...C O M E F O R M E D A R L I N G,” he grunts, tearing himself from your throat to piston his hips harder and faster towards his own release. As your entire body jerks through orgasm, your muscles clench, pelvic walls massaging his cock with each fluttering kegel.
Mettaton’s arms flail around, straightening and bending against the sudden outburst of beeps in a static crescendo to, “O-O H Y E S S SSSSSsssss!!!”
As your body goes slack into the mattress, you feel Mettaton’s cock spurt its two week build-up of synthetic seminal fluid into you, and yup, it’s a lot.
Mettaton falls beside you, his eyes white as his system reboots from the aftershock of orgasm. That poor little blook ghost soul of his. Corporeal sensations can be so much for such a tiny little thing inside a 7 foot tall machine. The heart strapped inside the belt-buckle around his waist is still twitching.