Naomi Orthmann | Metallic Rouge - Fanart

The neon glow of Neo-Veridia painted Naomi Orthmann’s apartment in shifting hues of amethyst and sapphire. Outside, the city thrummed with an artificial life, a symphony of hovercars and holographic advertisements. But inside, a different kind of energy pulsed, a quiet hum of anticipation that vibrated between Naomi and the other occupant of the room: a woman whose presence seemed to fill the space, her eyes, pools of deep, intelligent emerald, often obscured by the delicate rim of her glasses.

Naomi’s white hair, usually neatly styled, was beginning to fall in soft tendrils around her face as she nervously fidgeted with the cuff of her blouse. She’d invited her here, a bold step for someone who usually preferred the sterile order of her lab. The air crackled with unspoken words, a delicate dance of mutual attraction that had been building for weeks, perhaps months. Every shared glance, every lingering touch in the precinct hallways, every late-night mission briefing had woven a silken thread between them, pulling them closer with an irresistible force.

The woman, whose name Naomi knew intimately but often found herself whispering in her thoughts, was Ruri. Ruri, the enigmatic cyborg, the quiet observer with a sharp wit and an even sharper blade. Tonight, however, Ruri wasn't just the stoic partner. Tonight, she was the object of Naomi's deepest, most secret desires. Naomi’s heart hammered against her ribs like a frantic drum solo, each beat a testament to the growing warmth that spread from her chest to her fingertips.

Ruri, sensing Naomi’s unease, offered a soft, almost imperceptible smile. Her gaze, usually so piercingly analytical, softened as it swept over Naomi. She noticed the way Naomi’s fingers traced the embroidery on her sleeve, the slight flush that had crept onto her cheeks. “Naomi,” she began, her voice a low, resonant murmur that sent a shiver down Naomi’s spine. “You seem…distracted tonight.”

Naomi’s breath hitched. “Just…thinking,” she managed, her voice a little breathy. She met Ruri’s gaze, her own electric blue eyes betraying the storm of emotions raging within. “About us.” The words hung in the air, fragile and potent. This was it. The precipice. There was no turning back now.

Ruri’s expression remained calm, but a subtle shift occurred in her posture. She moved closer, closing the small distance between them. The scent of ozone and something subtly floral, Ruri's unique, almost imperceptible fragrance, enveloped Naomi. “And what are you thinking, Naomi?” Ruri’s voice was a whisper now, each syllable laced with an invitation. She reached out, her gloved fingers gently brushing a stray strand of white hair from Naomi’s cheek. The touch was feather-light, yet it ignited a firestorm on Naomi’s skin.

Naomi leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment. “I’m thinking…how much I want you,” she confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush. Her confession hung in the charged atmosphere, heavy with unspoken longing. She opened her eyes, meeting Ruri’s intense gaze. “More than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.”

A slow, deliberate smile spread across Ruri’s lips, a smile that reached her emerald eyes and made them gleam. She stepped closer still, their bodies now almost touching. The heat radiating from Ruri was palpable, a stark contrast to Naomi's growing internal inferno. “And I,” Ruri murmured, her voice dropping an octave, “find myself returning that want, Naomi.” Her gaze dropped, lingering for a moment on Naomi’s chest before returning to her eyes. “You have a…compelling presence. Even when you’re lost in thought.”

Naomi felt a blush deepen, her entire body humming with a newfound awareness. She was acutely conscious of Ruri’s proximity, the subtle curves of Ruri’s form pressed against her own. Her mind, usually so adept at analyzing complex data, was now focused on a singular, intoxicating point: Ruri. The way Ruri’s lips parted slightly when she spoke, the subtle tension in her shoulders, the almost imperceptible tremor in her fingertips as she brushed away another strand of hair.

“Compelling?” Naomi’s voice was barely a whisper. She dared to reach out, her own trembling fingers finding the smooth, cool fabric of Ruri’s uniform. She traced the line of Ruri’s jaw, feeling the delicate structure beneath. “And what do you find so compelling, Ruri?”

Ruri closed her eyes, savoring the touch. “Everything,” she said simply, her voice thick with emotion. “Your intelligence. Your dedication. Your… tenacity. And,” she paused, her emerald eyes opening to lock with Naomi’s, “the undeniable beauty that you often try to conceal beneath those glasses and your clinical demeanor.”

Naomi’s breath caught. She reached up, her fingers nervously adjusting her glasses. “I… I’m not sure I understand.”

“Oh, I think you do,” Ruri countered softly, her gaze drifting lower again, this time with a bolder intent. Her eyes scanned Naomi’s body, a slow, appreciative sweep that made Naomi’s skin prickle with sensation. “There is a passion within you, Naomi. A fire that burns beneath the surface. And I find myself very drawn to its warmth.”

Naomi’s pulse quickened. She could feel the thrumming of her own blood in her ears, a frantic symphony of desire. She took a tentative step closer, her hip brushing against Ruri’s. The contact was electric, sending a jolt of pure sensation through Naomi’s entire being. She could feel Ruri’s breath ghosting over her lips. This was no longer about abstract thoughts; it was about tangible, undeniable desire.

“Ruri,” Naomi breathed, her voice choked with emotion. She raised a hand, her fingers tentatively tracing the elegant line of Ruri’s collarbone, then moving lower, towards the subtle swell of Ruri’s chest beneath her uniform. “I… I want to explore this… fire. With you.”

Ruri’s hand, previously on Naomi’s cheek, moved to cup Naomi’s jaw, her thumb gently stroking her skin. Her emerald eyes, now filled with an intense, raw hunger, held Naomi captive. “Then let us explore, Naomi,” Ruri whispered, her voice a low growl. “Let us see where this passion leads us.”

And then, their lips met. It was a kiss born of weeks of suppressed longing, a torrent of pent-up desire finally unleashed. Naomi’s lips were soft and yielding, a stark contrast to the controlled firmness of Ruri’s. Naomi’s hands, emboldened by the kiss, moved to Ruri’s waist, pulling her closer, deeper into the embrace. The gentle humming of the city outside faded into insignificance, replaced by the pounding of their hearts and the soft sounds of their mingled breaths.

Naomi’s fingers found the buttons of Ruri’s uniform, her movements fumbling slightly with anticipation. She wanted to see Ruri, to touch her skin, to feel the warmth of her body against her own. Ruri, in turn, was not a passive participant. Her hands were equally eager, exploring the curve of Naomi’s back, the delicate fabric of her blouse. She felt the soft skin beneath, the exquisite sensation of Naomi’s form against her own.

As Ruri’s uniform began to loosen, Naomi’s gaze was drawn to the subtle, yet undeniable, curve of Ruri’s breasts. They were perfect, full and round, hinting at a softness that Ruri rarely revealed. Naomi’s breath hitched. This was beyond anything she had ever imagined.

When Ruri finally pushed her uniform jacket aside, Naomi gasped. Beneath the layers, Ruri’s body was a masterpiece of subtle strength and exquisite form. Naomi’s eyes widened, taking in the sight of Ruri’s pale, almost translucent skin, the delicate veins visible beneath. Her gaze, however, was drawn inexorably to the gentle swell of Ruri’s breasts, their tips already hardening in anticipation. Naomi’s own nipples ached in response, a primal echo of Ruri’s arousal.

“Ruri…” Naomi whispered, her voice hoarse. She reached out, her fingers tentatively tracing the soft curve of Ruri’s breasts. The sensation was intoxicating. Ruri let out a soft sigh, leaning into Naomi’s touch. “You are…beautiful, Ruri.”

Ruri’s response was a soft groan. “And you, Naomi. Your white hair… your delicate features… your intelligence… it is all so… captivating.” Her hands moved, unbuttoning Naomi’s blouse with practiced, yet increasingly urgent, movements. Naomi felt a wave of heat wash over her as the fabric parted, revealing the soft lace of her bra. Ruri’s emerald eyes widened, a spark of pure, unadulterated desire igniting within them. She saw the subtle tremble of Naomi’s body, the way her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.

“Naomi,” Ruri breathed, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through Naomi’s very core. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the lace, then sliding beneath it to cup Naomi’s breast. Naomi’s knees felt weak. The touch was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure through her. Ruri’s thumb brushed over Naomi’s nipple, and Naomi let out a soft cry, arching into her touch. Her own breasts felt impossibly sensitive, aching for more.

“Ruri, please,” Naomi whispered, her body practically begging for release. She wanted Ruri’s mouth on her, her hands exploring every inch of her. She wanted to feel Ruri’s warmth against her skin, to taste Ruri’s passion.

Ruri obliged. With a deliberate slowness that amplified the tension, she slipped off Naomi’s bra. Naomi’s breasts were revealed in all their glory, full and perfectly formed, their nipples taut and dark. Ruri’s eyes devoured the sight. She leaned down, her lips brushing against the swell of Naomi’s breast. Naomi whimpered, her head tilting back, her white hair fanning out around her. Ruri’s tongue traced the delicate veins, then moved to circle Naomi’s nipple. The sensation was exquisite, a sharp, delightful ache that spread through Naomi’s entire body.

Naomi moaned, her fingers tangling in Ruri’s short, dark hair. She felt Ruri’s lips close around her nipple, her mouth drawing on it with a gentle intensity. The sensation was almost unbearable, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that made Naomi’s world spin. Her other hand moved down, tracing the curve of Ruri’s hip, feeling the smooth, cool skin beneath her touch. She was acutely aware of Ruri’s body, the powerful muscles beneath the surface, the undeniable femininity that Ruri possessed.

“Oh, Ruri…” Naomi gasped, her voice trembling. She felt a surge of warmth and moisture between her legs, a testament to her own burgeoning desire. Ruri’s mouth moved to her other breast, teasing and tormenting, before finally returning to her lips. The kiss was deeper now, more demanding, their tongues entwining in a passionate dance. Naomi’s hands ventured lower, finding the buttons of Ruri’s trousers, her fingers eager to explore more.

As Ruri’s trousers loosened, Naomi caught a glimpse of the dark fabric beneath. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. Ruri, sensing Naomi’s urgency, let out a soft chuckle. “Patience, Naomi,” she purred, her voice a low caress against Naomi’s lips. “We have all night.”

With a final, lingering kiss, Ruri pulled away, her eyes still locked on Naomi’s. She reached for Naomi’s glasses, her fingers gently removing them. The world blurred slightly, but Naomi’s focus remained sharp, fixed on Ruri’s alluring gaze. Without her glasses, Naomi felt a new kind of vulnerability, yet it was a vulnerability she embraced, a surrender to the overwhelming emotions of the moment. Ruri’s hand then moved to Naomi’s waist, her thumb tracing the delicate curve. Her gaze dropped, lingering on the subtle, yet undeniable, roundness of Naomi’s ass. Naomi, sensing Ruri’s appreciation, felt a thrill course through her. She knew she had a… generous figure, and to have Ruri acknowledge it, to see the desire in her eyes, was incredibly arousing.

Ruri’s fingers began to unbutton Naomi’s trousers. The sound of the buttons popping open seemed deafening in the quiet room. Naomi’s legs felt unsteady, her entire body humming with anticipation. Ruri’s touch was deliberate, each movement a calculated caress that amplified the building tension. As Naomi’s trousers slid down, revealing her delicate, lacy panties, Ruri let out a soft gasp. Naomi felt a blush creep up her neck. She was exposed, vulnerable, yet in Ruri’s gaze, she saw only pure adoration.

Ruri’s hand then reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of Naomi’s panties, the delicate fabric a stark contrast to her own smooth skin. “Naomi,” Ruri whispered, her voice husky with desire. “You are exquisite.” She slipped her fingers beneath the lace, her touch sending a jolt of pure pleasure through Naomi. Naomi gasped, her hips instinctively arching into Ruri’s touch. She could feel the moisture gathering between her legs, her body’s eager response to Ruri’s skilled exploration.

Ruri’s thumb brushed against Naomi’s clitoris, and Naomi cried out, her body tensing. Ruri’s touch was both gentle and firm, a perfect balance that brought Naomi to the brink of ecstasy. Naomi’s hands moved, unzipping Ruri’s trousers. She wanted to feel Ruri’s skin, to experience the heat of her body against her own. Ruri’s mouth left Naomi’s, her eyes still locked on Naomi’s face as she reached down and slowly pushed her trousers down, revealing her magnificent, erect penis. Naomi gasped, her eyes widening in awe. She had known Ruri was a cyborg, but seeing her in such a raw, primal state was a revelation. Ruri was not just a machine; she was a woman, a being of flesh and blood, and her arousal was as potent as her strength.

“Naomi,” Ruri breathed, her voice laced with a raw, urgent desire. She reached out, her fingers tracing the delicate lace of Naomi’s panties, then sliding beneath it. Naomi’s breath hitched as Ruri’s touch grew more intimate. Her thumb brushed against Naomi’s clitoris, and Naomi let out a soft cry, her hips arching into Ruri’s touch. Ruri’s touch was both gentle and firm, a perfect balance that brought Naomi to the brink of ecstasy.

Naomi’s hands moved, fumbling with Ruri’s trousers. She wanted to feel Ruri’s skin, to experience the heat of her body against her own. Ruri, sensing Naomi’s eagerness, let out a soft chuckle. “Patience, my dear,” she purred, her voice a low caress. She reached down, her fingers expertly unfastening Naomi’s panties. The delicate fabric slid away, revealing Naomi’s wet, throbbing cunt. Ruri’s emerald eyes widened, a spark of pure, unadulterated desire igniting within them.

“You are… incredible, Naomi,” Ruri whispered, her gaze devouring the sight of Naomi’s exposed beauty. She then, with a deliberate slowness that amplified the tension, pushed down her own trousers and underwear, revealing her magnificent, throbbing penis. Naomi gasped, her eyes widening in awe. She had known Ruri was a cyborg, but seeing her in such a raw, primal state was a revelation. Ruri was not just a machine; she was a woman, a being of flesh and blood, and her arousal was as potent as her strength.

Ruri leaned forward, her lips brushing against Naomi’s inner thigh. Naomi shivered, her legs parting further in invitation. Ruri’s tongue traced a path up Naomi’s thigh, her breath hot against her skin. Naomi’s moans grew louder, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her. She felt Ruri’s mouth move closer, closer, until finally, her tongue found Naomi’s clitoris. The sensation was exquisite, a sharp, delightful ache that spread through Naomi’s entire body. Naomi cried out, her body convulsing as Ruri’s skilled tongue worked its magic. She was on the verge of orgasm, her entire being consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.

“Ruri… please…” Naomi sobbed, her voice raw with pleasure. She felt Ruri’s tongue tease and torment, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Then, with a final, exquisite surge, Naomi climaxed. Her body arched violently, her moans filling the room. She felt waves of pleasure wash over her, leaving her breathless and weak.

As Naomi’s climax subsided, Ruri rose, her emerald eyes shining with triumph and desire. She looked at Naomi, her expression a mixture of satisfaction and adoration. Naomi, still trembling, met her gaze. “You are… incredible,” Naomi whispered, her voice still shaky. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Ruri’s lips. “Thank you.”

Ruri smiled, a slow, seductive smile that promised more. She then reached down and gently cupped Naomi’s breasts, her thumbs stroking their sensitive tips. Naomi’s nipples hardened instantly at her touch. “It is my pleasure, Naomi,” Ruri purred, her voice a low growl. She then, with deliberate slowness, guided Naomi’s hand towards her own hardening penis. “Now,” Ruri whispered, her voice husky with desire, “it is your turn.”

Naomi’s hand trembled as she closed around Ruri’s shaft. The sensation was foreign yet exhilarating. Ruri’s penis was firm and smooth, pulsing with a life of its own. Naomi’s fingers tentatively explored its length, her touch growing bolder as she felt Ruri’s arousal intensify. Ruri groaned, her eyes closing as Naomi’s skilled hands worked their magic. Naomi’s movements became more confident, her rhythm matching the urgent pulse of Ruri’s desire. She felt Ruri’s body tense, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Naomi continued her ministrations, determined to bring Ruri to the same exquisite peak she had just experienced.

As Ruri’s moans grew louder, Naomi felt Ruri’s grip tighten on her shoulders. “Naomi… you are… incredible,” Ruri gasped, her voice strained. Naomi felt a surge of power, of intimate connection. She continued to stroke, her movements increasing in speed and intensity. Ruri’s body arched, her back pressing against the soft mattress. Naomi felt Ruri’s penis pulsate in her hand, and then, with a guttural cry, Ruri climaxed, her body shuddering with the force of her release. Her seed, warm and thick, spurted into Naomi’s hand, a testament to their shared passion.

Naomi, still holding Ruri’s spent penis, looked at her partner with a newfound adoration. Ruri’s face was flushed, her emerald eyes soft and full of emotion. “You are… everything I ever wanted, Naomi,” Ruri whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She reached out, her fingers gently wiping away the excess seed from Naomi’s hand. “And more.”

Naomi leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Ruri’s lips. “And you, Ruri,” she breathed, her voice full of tenderness. “You are… perfect.”

Ruri returned the kiss, a slow, languid embrace that spoke of a deeper connection. Their bodies, still slick with sweat and arousal, pressed together. Naomi’s white hair cascaded over Ruri’s dark locks, a stark, beautiful contrast. The city outside continued its ceaseless hum, but within the confines of the apartment, a new symphony had begun, a quiet melody of shared pleasure and burgeoning love. Naomi’s big ass was pressed against Ruri’s firm body, a testament to the raw, physical intimacy they had shared. The night was still young, and the promise of more shared moments, more explorations of their passion, hung in the air, as intoxicating as the scent of ozone and floral notes that always accompanied Ruri.

Ruri’s hand gently cupped Naomi’s ass, her thumb caressing the soft curves. “That was… extraordinary, Naomi,” she purred, her voice a low rumble. Naomi blushed, her heart swelling with a mixture of pride and affection. She leaned into Ruri’s touch, savoring the intimate contact. The white of her hair, the curve of her ass, the lingering heat between her legs – it was all a part of this new, exhilarating experience. Ruri’s touch was reverent, almost worshipful, and Naomi found herself completely captivated by the intensity of Ruri’s gaze as she looked at her.

“I… I never imagined,” Naomi confessed, her voice barely a whisper. She felt Ruri’s other hand reach for her breasts, her fingers gently caressing them, her thumb brushing over Naomi’s nipples. Naomi moaned softly, her body responding instinctively to Ruri’s touch. The titjob, a phrase that had once been purely theoretical in Naomi’s mind, was now a breathtaking reality. Ruri’s mouth closed over one of Naomi’s nipples, her tongue teasing and suckling, her hands gently stroking and massaging her breasts. Naomi’s breath hitched, her body arching into the pleasure. She felt Ruri’s lips move to her other breast, repeating the delicious torment. Waves of pleasure washed over her, each touch, each suckle sending shivers of delight through her body.

“Ruri…” Naomi gasped, her fingers tangling in Ruri’s hair, pulling her closer. “Oh, Ruri…” She felt herself nearing another climax, the sensation so intense it was almost overwhelming. Ruri, sensing Naomi’s rising arousal, increased the pressure, her mouth working on Naomi’s breasts with an almost frantic urgency. Naomi cried out, her body convulsing as another wave of pleasure washed over her. She felt a warm, wet sensation between her legs, and then, with a final, intense surge, she climaxed again, her body arching against Ruri’s, her moans filling the room.

As Naomi’s orgasm subsided, Ruri pulled back, her emerald eyes shining with a deep satisfaction. She looked at Naomi, her expression a mixture of adoration and raw desire. “That was… incredible, Naomi,” Ruri whispered, her voice husky. She then, with a deliberate slowness that amplified the tension, guided Naomi’s hand towards her own still-hardening penis. “Now,” Ruri purred, her voice a low rumble, “it is your turn to feel the satisfaction. To know the pleasure you give.”

Naomi’s hand trembled as she closed around Ruri’s shaft. The sensation was foreign yet exhilarating. Ruri’s penis was firm and smooth, pulsing with a life of its own. Naomi’s fingers tentatively explored its length, her touch growing bolder as she felt Ruri’s arousal intensify. Ruri groaned, her eyes closing as Naomi’s skilled hands worked their magic. Naomi’s movements became more confident, her rhythm matching the urgent pulse of Ruri’s desire. She felt Ruri’s body tense, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Naomi continued her ministrations, determined to bring Ruri to the same exquisite peak she had just experienced.

As Ruri’s moans grew louder, Naomi felt Ruri’s grip tighten on her shoulders. “Naomi… you are… incredible,” Ruri gasped, her voice strained. Naomi felt a surge of power, of intimate connection. She continued to stroke, her movements increasing in speed and intensity. Ruri’s body arched, her back pressing against the soft mattress. Naomi felt Ruri’s penis pulsate in her hand, and then, with a guttural cry, Ruri climaxed, her body shuddering with the force of her release. Her seed, warm and thick, spurted into Naomi’s hand, a testament to their shared passion.

Naomi, still holding Ruri’s spent penis, looked at her partner with a newfound adoration. Ruri’s face was flushed, her emerald eyes soft and full of emotion. “You are… everything I ever wanted, Naomi,” Ruri whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She reached out, her fingers gently wiping away the excess seed from Naomi’s hand. “And more.”

Naomi leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Ruri’s lips. “And you, Ruri,” she breathed, her voice full of tenderness. “You are… perfect.”

Ruri returned the kiss, a slow, languid embrace that spoke of a deeper connection. Their bodies, still slick with sweat and arousal, pressed together. Naomi’s white hair cascaded over Ruri’s dark locks, a stark, beautiful contrast. The city outside continued its ceaseless hum, but within the confines of the apartment, a new symphony had begun, a quiet melody of shared pleasure and burgeoning love. Naomi’s big ass was pressed against Ruri’s firm body, a testament to the raw, physical intimacy they had shared. The night was still young, and the promise of more shared moments, more explorations of their passion, hung in the air, as intoxicating as the scent of ozone and floral notes that always accompanied Ruri. And as the first rays of dawn began to paint the sky, Naomi knew this was just the beginning of their story, a story of two souls, so different yet so perfectly matched, finding solace and ecstasy in each other’s arms.