She can't resist

For a moment, Zoe's soft purple lips don't move. But when you push your tongue against them, they part, allowing you in as she begins to return your kiss. Even as your tongue explores her mouth, you search her eyes, and find them filled with a cacophony of confusion, fear, and desire.

You put your hands on Zoe's tight waist, drawing her closer to you{if Futa==true}r Alpha femininity{endif}. She doesn't seem to mind, busy gazing into your eyes as you kiss, but when you slide down to her butt she frowns and gently removes your hands. You increase the intensity of your kiss, moving against her lips passionately as your tongue embraces hers, and you sense her resistance crumbling to dust. Zoe matches your passion, closing her eyes and leaning into your body. You replace your hands on her butt, and she doesn't move to stop you, even as your fingers dig into her soft flesh.

Now that you know she's yours, you don't hold back. You put a hand behind her shoulder blades and draw her close to your chest, so her huge tits {if Futa==true}mash against yours, sending bursts of pleasure from your nipples{else}press against your muscular torso through your clothes{endif}. Girl 2.0 feels your erection faintly brushing her stomach, and hooks a leg over your hip, pulling herself against you until she's practically dry-humping you through her thin armour. Her hands feel down your back, desperately tracing your powerful musculature as she tries to feel every part of your body at once.

"Take off your clothes," you murmur in her ear, even as Zoe gasps at your forceful groping of her butt. She quickly disentangles from you, and jams a finger deep into her suit's cleavage to press a button on her sternum. With a clicking sound, the armour falls from her body like leaves from a tree, {if@ Images==true}exposing her strong, shapely thighs, the six-pack that complements her narrow waist, and the elegant bra moulded to her breasts.

{else}boots releasing her feet, leaving the purple-haired beauty wearing only her bra, panties, elbow gloves and thigh-high tights.{endif} Zoe quickly steps forwards to plant a kiss on your mouth, before feverishly undoing the buttons of your suit, stripping {if Futa==true}your outer layers{else}off the jacket and waistcoat{endif} in seconds. Sharing her impatience, you pull your shirt off over your head. For a moment the once-cunning leader of Humanity 2.0 stares at your {if Futa==true}bust, instantly in love with the first set of breasts she has ever known to surpass her own.{else}chest, devouring the sight of your pecs and abs.{endif} Then she throws herself back at you, looping her arms around your neck as she frantically kisses your mouth, your cheek, your neck, mouth,{if Futa=true} breasts, nipples,{endif} nose, eyebrows, mouth, mouth, mouth...

For your part you enjoy the feel of her perfect lips on your skin, and explore the parts of her body now available to you. You squeeze her breasts, enjoying their weight, their wonderful balance between softness and firmness, and Zoe moans into your ear. Your hands feel the outline of her {if@ Images==true}abs{else}six-pack{endif}, her strong yet flawlessly smooth back, before finally moving down to grope her pussy lips.

"Fuck me," says Zoe, suddenly disengaging once again, as she {if@ Images==true}strips off the rest of her armour and {endif}frantically tries to undo her bra, before giving up and pulling it over her head, letting her big breasts sit free. "Fuck me," she growls, reaching in for another quick kiss, before awkwardly trying to pull her panties off. They get stuck at her thighs, and she struggles impatiently for a second before letting out a cry of need, and ripping them right off her body. Biting her lip, she dashes forward to try to undo your trousers, but her shaky fingers keep fumbling the button.

"Let me," you {if Futa==true}murmur{else}rumble{endif}, smoothly undoing the object of her frustration before stepping out of your pants, trousers, shoes and socks.

When you straighten up, Zoe's violet eyes lock onto your cock, pupils dilating. "Fuck," she murmurs, instantly kneeling before it. Her hands wrap around your shaft, though she can't reach all the way around, and she rubs them up and down its incredible length. She looks up at you gratefully, before shoving your monster into her mouth. Her mouth is slick with saliva, but tight enough that she has to put her hands on your ass to give herself leverage to take you deeper. With no hesitation, she impales her face on your cock. taking you right down her gullet with no gag reflex to speak of. You shouldn't be surprised - what 'Girl 2.0' would include a gag reflex?

For a moment she looks up at you, heliotrope-purple eyes sparkling with dangerous, unshackled lust. Then she begins face-fucking herself, moaning around you, eyes rolling with pleasure every time your shaft completely fills her throat. You look around, to see the entire congregation of Humanity 2.0 watching, captivated. Recoil and the rest of the men's faces show awe and no small amount of envy, tempered by their obvious inadequacy. The women are also jealous, but that feeling is clearly dwarfed by their horniness and their desire.

Zoe face-fucks herself for less than thirty seconds before her need gets the better of her. "Fuck me, Alpha," she says, a drool bridge of precum hanging from her lips before she stands up.{if Futa==true} She stands inches from you, one hand finding its way between your legs to finger your pussy.{endif} "Take {if Futa==true}your gorgeous, impossible cock{else}this fucking delicious masterpiece{endif} and shove it up my pussy until my mind breaks and I'm nothing more than your personal fuck-hole." She climbs up you, gripping your {if Futa==true}slender, {endif}muscular waist with her slim yet super-strong thighs, pressing her sensual body against yours. Her words are fast, feverish, interspersed by kisses she plants over your face, neck and shoulders. "I don't want to think of any cock again except this one. I want to think about your cock from the moment I wake up until the moment I fall asleep. I want you to fuck me so good I'll never be able to walk or sit down or do anything without feeling the ache of this moment. Please, Alpha, fuck me, I need you, I need you... - aghhhhhhhhh!"

Zoe cries out as you buck your hips, ramming your sword into her needy sheath. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," she whimpers, clutching your shoulders as you slide inch after inch of your column inside her. Pussy 2.0 is everything you imagined it would be: as hot as a furnace; ridiculously wet; fantastically tight, with just barely enough elasticity to be able to accommodate your behemoth.

You finally bottom out, feeling your tip pressing hard against her cervix, as Zoe gasps for breath on your shoulder. "Ohhhh... fffuuuuckkk," she whines, her body quivering as she tries to get used to the huge column of meat inside her. You're not holding back today - not your strength, not your roughness, and certainly not your size.

Then you begin to really fuck. You rock your hips, plunging your cock in and out of that fantastically tight pussy. Zoe, **** to take you deeper, lifts herself up and down with her powerful thighs, dropping herself onto your cock in time with your thrusts to send your shaft tearing deep into her flesh until your head bashes against her cervix.{if Futa==true}With each bounce, her breasts bash against yours, sending ridiculously pleasurable ripples through the soft flesh.{endif} Watched by an enraptured audience, the two of you stagger over to a column, which you slam her into hard enough to crack the stone - but Zoe doesn't even notice. As your mutual lust grows beyond anything you've felt before, to a place of deep, basic primality, your pace accelerates, fucking this gorgeous supermodel villainess with strength you didn't know you possessed. Girl 2.0 moans and gasps and cries into your neck, gripping you with superhuman strength that might have broken the bones of a lesser {if Futa==true}wo{endif}man. You're dimly aware of Missfire and two Gemini openly rubbing each other as they watch as they, like the rest of the crowd, are infected by the lust emanating from your coupling.

"Fuck yes," gasps Zoe. "Make me your ****, your slut, your cum addict... aaaaaahhhh!" She moans as you switch your rhythm to slower but more powerful thrusts, bruising her cervix with every thrust. "Your slut-****, your fuck addict, your cumdump, please... cum inside me, CUM inside this hot, wet cunt, I'm begging you, cum in my greedy little pussy, I need it, I neeed it, cum in me, cum in me, CUM IN MEEEEEEEE...!"

She screams as you explode right into her womb, pumping into her like a firehose until her abdomen swells with all the cream inside. The purple-haired beauty holds onto you tightly enough to bend metal as she's wracked by a colossal orgasm, her body convulsing against you, breasts mashed against your{if Futa==true}s{else} chest{endif}, her moans filling the church.

After twenty seconds you stop cumming in her, and after another ten she finally rides her orgasm out. You give a few last thrusts into her pussy, and the cracked column finally breaks behind Zoe. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Rachel reach out with a hand to telekinetically support the decaying roof, as stone chunks crash to the floor around you. Girl 2.0 doesn't care one bit, tears of joy leaking down her cheeks and onto your shoulders. She kisses you, lovingly, soulfully, gratefully, before finally a familiar gold sheen forms over her eyes.