Retrieve the prototype

((This mission roughly follows thread 9.2 by Latexdoll: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Stay-hidden.116844

Reading that will only spoil the adventure, though it might be funny and I am changing a few details around. I also hope that android1966 don't mind me borrowing Fox extensively.))

You decide that retrieving the prototype would probably be fun and not just fucking people up.

"Right. Less than 24 hours ago, an agent broke into Genetech and stole an invaluable prototype computer thingie - you don't need to know the details. My sources tell me that the agent is called Lynx, an elf male", a fuzzy picture of him pops up, obviously taken by a security camera in poor lighting - you download the picture into your commlink, "who is a pretty notorious operator, augmented, though you shouldn't have trouble taking him down. The problem is that he has completely vanished. And I mean completely. He was seen entering this brothel", a location marked on your GPS, "but he never came out. Genetech team combed the place and didn't find him either. By the way, this guy is their main field agent", a picture of a large blond man shows up, "name is Sebastian Krause or something like that. Augmented as well and pretty damn deadly. I would recommend avoiding him." You openly snort at that point:

"Just a human, I'll take him apart just for the fun of it. Besides, tailing him might be the best way to find Lynx and the doohickey"

Your boss thoughts for a bit but nods.

"You might be right. In any case, the prototype will knock another fifty off your debt. I have no interest in Lynx so do what you want with him", your boss informs you and cuts the connection.

You are somewhat pissed off - by the fact that you were so rudely woken up and that your boss shorted you eight grand just because he felt it. One of these days you were going to flatline him for good. But not today.

Your mood is very rapidly improved as Fox shifts in your embrace and her muscled thigh brushes your dick. Yeah, you got an armful of the sexy dark elf so life isn't that bad. Not bad at all. And if this Lynx character has gone underground hours and hours ago, ten minutes isn't going to make any difference.

So you swivel the sleeping elf around so that she's lying on her belly against you and slide her up. She barely has time to wake up and protest before your meaty tongue slides along her lower lips. With your size, there's no room for subtlety, so you go with the "wide'n'wet" treatment - lapping her entire pussy from clit to ass in one ago. Rinse and repeat.

"Oh my fucking gooood", Fox moans. Her thighs pressed against your head but that merely motivates you to lap faster. Which gets her engine revving up to overdrive and she starts moving her hips, trying to literally fuck your face by banging her pelvis against your mouth. You get worried that your tusks might scratch that oh so soft and flawless midnight blue skin, so you slap her ass once with each hand and then use them to keep her still. Which merely transfers her epileptic shaking from hips to shoulders. You're kinda glad that you're so tall and she's short enough that she can't reach your dick with her mouth - otherwise you'd probably have tooth marks down there. It's amazing how the co-processor in your head allows you to keep licking that sweet cunt unabated while your conscious thoughts wander around. Fox interrupts your musings as she bangs her fists against your thighs. Better finish this. You rub your thumb against her arsehole and that does the trick - the elf goes completely rigid, wails like a banshee and then goes limp. Whoa.

You roll her on her back and move to the side so that Fox can actually lie on the futon. She's out cold, so you crawl into the shower and wash the juices off your face. Though you bet that your ginger beard will smell like a pussy for hours.

As you grab one of the towels and dry your face, Fox stirs. She gives you an utterly relaxed smile, but one that quickly goes dangerous. Like a feral cat.

"You bastard. That was amazing", she says. You're not one for boasting, so you just burst into a stupid grin so wide that your cheeks almost split. Okay, so you might be one for boasting. Nobody's perfect. Fox gets on her hands and knees, slowly crawling towards you.

"I'm going to rock your world, mister, right here and now", she whispers. You're squatting next to the futon - remember, too tall to stand - and the seductress easily gets between your legs, her face aiming straight at your dick. One teasing lick is all it takes to crumble your idea of getting dressed - instead, you let your cybernetic wonder tool pulse and flex and swell to a respectable size. Fox hums happily as she licks it up and down, left and right, back and forth, over and under, rinse and repeat. She then kisses the tip, before twisting around and grabbing hold of her tits with both hands, her head on the very edge of the futon, her white hair on the floor.

"Fuck my face Bear", she moans, "fuck my throat". You swallow loudly but can't deny the allure. Just to be safe, you dial your cock down a bit, then place your knees on both sides of her head, carefully avoiding her hair. Then you place your hands against the floor on the other side of the futon, your entire mass now above her, trying to blindly get your dick in her mouth. Perfect opportunity for Fox to mess with you.

Luckily, she doesn't tease you but helps you out by catching your manhood between her luscious lips. You moan and drop down a bit, your cock now pushing against her throat. It's good, really good - but it's not enough. You move your hips up a bit, then bring them down, up and down. You hear gagging sounds from somewhere below you but they soon vanish, and then it's just divine warmth and moisture and pressure, as Fox puts her tongue to work.

"Oh fuck baby that's good", you moan. But she did ask you to fuck her throat. So next time to you go down, you extend the length of your cock while keeping the width the same. Fox responds by instant gagging but your body has trapped her head against the futon, so the only thing that can give is her epiglottis. She shudders and spams underneath you but only for a moment, as then the head of your cock is in her throat. You groan in passion and almost lose your balance - which would be bad as augmented or not, three-hundred-kilos of troll would pretty surely crush her to ****.

You lean on your arms and knees to secure your position, wiggle a bit - which results in another gagging sound - and then start fucking her throat for good. As turned on as you are, it doesn't take more than few minutes - 137 seconds as your Biomonitor helpfully tells you - before your balls burst. The first shot goes down her gullet but you lean back and the second shot goes in her mouth. Fox, kinda surprisingly, actively sucks on the head of your dick before you can pull it out and swallows your cumshot. Afterward, she even opens her mouth for a show. But her eyes are red and watery, and her voice sounds kinda different as she gets into the bathroom.

"Did that rock your world, big guy?"

You happily lie back on the futon and acknowledge her skills. You hear her showering quickly and then see her starting to do her makeup in front of the mirror.

"So Fox, listen. I gotta call from my boss. More work, I gotta scram, hunt down this little thief", you explain, as you start pulling your clothes on.

Fox turns around and you're momentarily stunned how beautiful she is, now fully done up with deep red lipstick, black eyeliner, black mascara and deep purple eyeshadow. She runs some gadget through her hair, drying and curling it simultaneously. From the looks of her, you would not believe that she got roughly throat-fucked mere moments ago. She then sighs.

"Yeah, I know how it is. I gotta report back to my fixer, see if I can get paid at least something and line up some more work", she explains, still sounding a bit raspy.

You finish lacing your boots and pull your combat vest on. Fox walks out of the bathroom, grabs your ears with both hands and gives you yet another toe-curling kiss.

"But you saved my life so don't think you're going to just vanish. Let me know if you need my help, Bear, you hear?" She tells you while still holding your ears.

"Yeah Fox, I hear. And you let me know if you need my help, okay? I ain't never been blown like that before", you reply. Truthfully.

She stares at you for a moment before turning around and starting to collect her things. You feel... shit, fucking complicated bullshit. You struggle your hulk outside and find your way back to the street, kicking some completely harmless hobo on the way. But at least that vented your feelings a little.

"Okay Bear, game face on. You ain't falling for the first broad you bang here. Besides, it's probably some gay dude back in the real world, who gives a shit. Let's fuck some whores and find this pansy-ass vegan faggot and kick the shit out of him until he coughs up the prototype. Yeah!" You psyche yourself up and start running. The brothel isn't far - you're on the bad side of town, to begin with - so might as well run.