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Millions Knives was not as ignorant to the baser needs of humanity as one might first assume after examining his morals and ideals. After all, in order to beat your enemy, you must first get to know them. And, loathe as he was to admit it, he was not as perfect a being as his sisters were.
He was a plant, with impressive powers - the likes of which no mere human could hope to achieve. But the ‘independent’ part of his plant status left him with some human attributes, not as many as Vash, but more than enough to set him apart from his siblings in some fundamental ways. His appearance, for one, was far more human-like than that of his sisters, even with his plant markings and gate on display. It was also this aspect that allowed him and Vash to walk this planet, instead of being confined and worked to death by humanity like the rest of their kind. And, as far as he was aware, it was also his more human-like aspects that gave him these… urges.
His sisters did not have sexual organs. They did not mate or reproduce. Knives however… he had been blighted by this innate urge that seemed to run rampant throughout humanity. The desire to mate, procreate, seek pleasure.
At 150 years old, Knives was no stranger to sex, or masturbation. This was not the first time he had been compelled to act upon these urges of his, nor the first time he had found completion under his own hands. This was, however, the first time he would be introducing a device such as this into the mix.
He was naked, gate fully dispelled, body cooled by the air in his private chambers. Anyone who potentially could report to him while he was secluded away in these quarters had been warned not to disturb him for the day – under the threat of losing their lives, or course. He was touching himself, slowly working up the nerve to use the toy that he’d come across while snooping around after retrieving one of his sisters from the vile humans that had been overworking her. Hands stroked across his chest, gently teasing his nipples into hardness. His left drifted lower, slowly, to draw out the pleasure. He used his nails, softly scratching them down his abdomen as his arousal began to grow, breaths quickening. Knives teased himself, tracing patterns above his pubic mound, and down onto the insides of his thighs, but never quite touching his genitals.
They resembled that of a human woman, as far as he was aware. The only differences were some unnatural discolouration, and it’s tendency to look a little more… floral…than those he had seen before. His folds wove tightly together when he wasn’t aroused, sealing both his hole and his clitoris away from any external stimulation. He liked that aspect; it helped him feel more in control of his body, as well as being another area in which he was naturally superior to humans.
His left hand finally made contact with his body down there, and he sighed quietly, settling into the stimulation. He stroked around his folds gently, collecting the dampness that was starting to leak out of him, and beginning to spread it around. Knives made sure to avoid touching his clit – he wanted to save that for later, when he used the toy for the first time.
The toy itself was relatively simple, and honestly rather rudimentary looking. Still, he supposed, it got the job done for humans, maybe he could find some enjoyment out of it. It was plugged into a socket somewhere near his bed, and was resting against his side on the mattress, a solid weight helping to keep him grounded as the anticipation began to build. He hadn't ever seen one being used in person, but he had managed to acquire some...footage…of one in action, and he was eager to try it, recalling how the woman in the video had been consumed by ecstasy when she reached her peak, a device just like this one pressed between her legs, audibly vibrating. His hips twitched at the mere thought of that happening to him, causing his fingers to slip through his folds and rub against his entrance. He moaned slightly at the pressure, bucking into it further. He deeply enjoyed penetration, loved how it made his cunt clench down on the intrusion, everything feeling all wound up and tight. Slowly sliding two long fingers inside, he gasped, right hand leaving his chest to grasp at the covers near his head as his pleasure started to heighten.
The burn of the sudden penetration made him ache, and he paused to take several deep breaths, calming himself lest he get carried away before he got to try out the vibrator. Once he had his breath back he began to pump his fingers in and out of his hole, little gasps of pleasure leaving his lips every time he did so. He stretched them apart, teasing himself with the way it made him ache for more, then curled them into his g spot, making his heart race and his pussy tingle. When he felt as though he was comfortably aroused, he slowed his actions, leaving them resting inside of him. With his right hand he felt around on the covers for the device, using his own juices to lubricate the end of it when he found it. He held it in front of him, high enough up that he could look at it. Worried that it wasn’t coated well enough, he brought it down to his entrance, and rubbed it through his folds several times, bumping his fingers repeatedly and making him clench down every time he did so. The cold feeling of whatever material it was made out of made him shiver, unused to the feel of it against his most intimate parts. When he held it up this time to inspect it, the head of it glistened with his slick, and he took a few deep breaths, steeling his nerves for what came next. He brought the device back down to his genitals, re-adjusting it a couple of times to settle it against his clit in a comfortable position, trying not to move at the first touch against that part of him. Grasping the device tightly, he pressed down on the button to turn it on.
His hips jerked violently into the stimulation, toes curling instantly. He cried out from the overwhelming feeling of the vibrations against his clit. The back of the hand that was buried in his pussy began to manifest its knives, stabbing ruthlessly through the mattress between his legs. His right hand began to rub the device in sloppy circles, his sensitive clit throbbing against the stimulation. It felt incredible. He circled the fingers inside him again, rubbing harshly at the sensitive spot inside of him. Knives thighs began to tremble as he found himself rocketing towards his climax, the new sensations feeling so alien but so, so, good. He moaned brokenly, head thrown back and eyes shut in pleasure as his hips began to jerk uncontrollably against the vibrator, the direct stimulation to his clit combined with the fingers inside of him bringing him very close to the edge of orgasm. He could feel his muscles beginning to tighten in anticipation of the waves of pleasure that he knew were coming. Knives managed to scramble the last of his remaining functioning brain cells together and pressed a different button on the device, one that was supposed to alter the speed.
The vibrations racketed up a notch, device humming loudly. Knives wailed as he hit his peak unexpectedly, back arching off the bed, hips fucking mindlessly against the vibrator. His pussy clenched down on his fingers, juices gushing out of his hole around them, soaking the mattress, but he didn't care, all his pleasure was centered in his clit from both sides: the pads of his fingers bullying it from the inside, and the outside where it was twitching as it pressed against the toy. More knives sprung from his body, weaving their way into the sheets and mattress below him. He felt tears streak down his face as he lost himself to the endless waves of pleasure coursing through his body, making all of his nerve endings tingle.
Knives didn’t know how long he spent like that – it could’ve been seconds or hours, he wouldn't know. He'd never cum so hard or so quickly in his life. It was only when the pleasure stemming from his clit began to turn into painful overstimulation did he slowly pull the toy away, only having the energy to chuck it down onto the bed somewhere. His pussy was still throbbing, leg muscles still trembling out of his control. He kept his fingers inside for now, a familiar pressure helping to ground him as he came back down to earth. Spikes of pleasure kept rolling through him out of nowhere, slowly decreasing in strength. His knives slowly began to dispel also, leaving destroyed bedding behind. He panted wetly into the pillow next to him, his breathing heavy and his pulse still racing. As he began to catch his breath, wondering how many more times he could make himself orgasm like that before he was exhausted, he had to admit – sometimes humanity wasn’t entirely useless.
Knives would be bringing this technology into Eden with him; of that he was certain.