This is a fic that about how Ketna, a human woman, and Vazaroust an alien man first 'meet' it features consensual non-con roleplay.
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The whole situation was awkward enough, but it was hard to tell what was moreso: Your roommate having heard every time you masturbated in your own room, or that same roommate setting up your hookups to assist in making those situations.. less frequent.
When you live your life as a fairly notable masked space vigilante, it becomes much harder to find casual hookups. While there's always the fallback of the secret identity, there's always the risk of that being compromised. Also being particularly neurotic about the secrecy of that civilian identity doesn't make it any easier. Even with that aside, you can't very well bring people home when your home is also your base of operations.
It's not that she didn't want to have sex, it was that having sex with another living being posed certain risks and complications, such as everything about her identity. Sure she had numerous pseudonyms and fake accounts, but attaching something so personal to it was a risk she wasn't exactly fond of taking. And then there was that whole intimacy thing she was still not sure how she felt about. But with someone else to manage the account, not to mention the encounters themselves, it was something she started to entertain.
Munin however, her robotic roommate, was offering to be the liaison between Ketna and her hookups. He would field, screen, hire and pay, and she could get laid with a significant layer of anonymity. It was the first time she had ever considered a genuine, anonymous hookup, and for the first time it sounded like something that might end up having a favorable outcome, and all the more tempting it made it. It had been on her mind some time, until she could no longer forget about it, so she relented and permitted Munin to set up the first session.
She created the scenario herself, even set up the props and hardware for it. The 'prompt' was thus: she would be laid prone, trapped in a 'failed' power armor, causing the joints to be locked in place, preventing her movement Whomever she had hired for the day, could play the part of taking advantage of her prone state. Whether or not they specifically role play the scenario would be up to them. Her hire would be given a list of preferences and things to avoid so nothing unwanted would happen while restrained. All the while, Munin would be monitoring the situation, just in case anything went wrong. The process of planning and everything leading up was rather exciting, since whom she would be screwed by was to kept anonymous even from her, the element of the unknown made it better.
Even with that anticipation, when the arranged date and time came and she found herself settling into the armor unit she designed specifically for this sexual scenario, the oddity of it all began to sink in. Who even had their first time like this? Surely she wasn't alone in this. Laying prone, legs already accessible and spread encased in the thick armor shell, that was really weird, wasn't it? But it really wasn't that bad, was it? This was, of course, ultimately safer than anything personable or intimate.
Laying there, senses partially obscured, alone and quiet, this was all making her think too much. Even as her own nervousness tugged at her, the anticipation and the unknown were arousing. She couldn't help but drift off in anxious fantasy as to what she might expect, when the sound of the door being opened reclaimed her attention.
There was clicking, it didn't seem like any device, was it coming from him? Something insectoid, or a tic maybe? After a few seconds he began to walk in. His footfalls were strong and heavy, giving an indication for his size. He was either very dense or just generally large to some degree. Bipedal, relaxed and casual in his movements- why was she analyzing this so intently?
"What have we here?"
His voice was singsong and charming, a nice middle tone, not a booming voice like she might have been expecting. Even as pleasant as it was, she found herself tensing up, nervous at her prone state despite knowing very well why she was like this and what he was here for. It was still difficult to allow herself the setting in the first place, but that's also what the lock suit was for.
She heard him walk up very close, and then around, the clicking sound following his movements. Then a hand grabbed the leg of the suit, shaking it and the suit along with it. It remained in place, as expected.
"Really, now, are you in lockdown," the hand left the leg, she heard him move from her side to her legs "how very unfortunate for you."
"I could help you get back on your feet.. however.." he grabbed the literal foot of the suit. "I don't think I want to. It's a rare opportunity to have a nuisance like yourself in such a compromised state."
Hearing the threat spoken to her by someone else gave her chills, while also feeling tense and anxious. Even knowing this was all plotted by her own preferences, his words hit awfully close to how she expected to be treated we're such a predicament to actually happened. Whomever this was he was hitting his marks far too well, for the moment at least. Or maybe she was just tense.
"Now let's see what we can do about this" his hand traveled down the leg and rested on the crotch panel. He *knocked* on it, before exploring the surrounding area for a release. Which of course, was easy enough to access being the fucksuit the armor was.
Playing her own part, she began to strain and struggle at the joints, which only gave little distress but didn't budge. The panel was popped off, leaving her partially exposed crotch open to him. Even though she had been expecting it, the first touch came as a surprise. She jerked back instinctively, not that the suit gave any give to do so, but it did yank enough to be noticeable.
