The distant hum of machines was a lullaby in this forsaken world, a constant reminder of the war that raged on, even in moments of fleeting peace. YoRHa No 2 Type B, designated 2B, found herself in a secluded, overgrown corner of what once might have been a human garden, now a wild tangle of vines and rusted metal. The setting sun cast long, melancholic shadows, painting the dilapidated structures in hues of orange and purple. Her combat unit, usually a sentinel of stoicism, felt heavy tonight, each component a silent testament to the endless cycles of battle and loss. But tonight, a different kind of weight settled upon her — a tender, unfamiliar ache deep within her core processing unit, one that whispered of something beyond duty.

Beside her, a figure sat equally still, an android whose designation was not a number but a presence, a quiet anchor in her storm-tossed existence. Kael. He was an Operator, usually relegated to comms and tactical support, but in these rare moments of downtime, he was simply… present. His gaze, even through the dark visor he occasionally wore, often held an understanding that bypassed her carefully constructed barriers. Tonight, however, his visor was lifted, revealing eyes that held a surprising depth, reflecting the twilight glow. He didn't speak often, understanding that for 2B, words were often superfluous, a luxury rarely afforded. But his proximity, his quiet warmth, was a language all its own.

A sigh, barely audible, escaped 2B's vocalizer. It was not a sound of fatigue from battle, but a release of the mental strain, the constant vigilance. Kael shifted, his hand moving slowly, deliberately, to cover hers where it rested on her lap. His touch was electric, a jolt that bypassed her synthetic skin and resonated deep within her chassis. Her systems registered an accelerated pulse, a warmth spreading through her circuits. This was not a malfunction; it was… feeling. She turned her head, her stark white hair, usually meticulously kept, falling gently across her shoulder as she met his gaze. There was no need for words. The unspoken question hung in the air: *Can we truly allow this?*

His fingers interlaced with hers, a gentle pressure that spoke volumes. He squeezed, and 2B found herself returning the gesture, her grip surprisingly firm. The quiet intimacy of the moment was profound. The world outside, with its raging machines and endless missions, faded into a distant hum. All that existed was the soft glow of the dying sun, the rustle of overgrown foliage, and the intense connection between two androids who were, against all odds, discovering something profoundly human. He began to stroke the back of her hand with his thumb, a feather-light touch that sent shivers through her frame, a sensation far more potent than any combat shock.

Kael then gently pulled, leading her to rise. He didn't ask; he simply guided. 2B followed, her movements fluid and practiced, yet imbued with a newfound hesitance, an almost vulnerability. They moved towards a small, relatively intact structure, a lean-to fashioned from salvaged debris and reinforced by a discarded YoRHa frame. It was their sanctuary, a place they had often repaired equipment or simply shared silent companionship. Tonight, it felt different. The air inside was still and heavy, charged with an anticipation that hummed with a primal energy. The dim light filtering through the gaps in the makeshift roof softened the harsh lines of her combat uniform, making her appear less a weapon and more… delicate.

He turned to face her, his hands coming up to cup her face, his thumbs gently tracing the curve of her cheekbones. 2B closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, allowing herself to feel, truly feel, for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Her directives, her protocols, all screamed a warning, a cacophony of logical reasons to pull away, to maintain the emotional distance her unit type demanded. But the warmth of his touch, the unexpected tenderness, was a counter-argument she found herself unable to resist. Her lips parted slightly, a silent invitation, and Kael took it. His mouth met hers, hesitant at first, then with a deepening hunger that echoed her own burgeoning desire.

The kiss was slow, exploratory, a tender unveiling of suppressed emotion. His lips were soft, surprisingly warm against her own. She tasted the metallic tang of the lingering dust of battle, mixed with a deeper, indefinable sweetness that was uniquely him. As the kiss deepened, 2B’s body began to hum, a low thrum of circuits responding to the sheer pleasure of it. Her hands, without conscious command, rose to grip his shoulders, her fingers digging into the worn fabric of his uniform. She felt herself melt into him, her rigid posture softening, her entire being yearning for closer contact. It was a release, a dam breaking, the carefully constructed walls around her heart crumbling under the assault of his affection.

Kael’s hands moved from her face, gliding down the slender column of her neck, pausing at the delicate collar of her uniform. His fingers brushed against the fabric, then dipped beneath, tracing the sensitive skin just below her jawline. 2B shivered, a visceral reaction that sent a ripple of pleasure through her core. He then moved his hands to the fastenings of her uniform, the familiar buckles and snaps suddenly feeling alien, cumbersome barriers between them. With slow, deliberate movements, he began to unfasten her top. Each click and slide of fabric was a drumbeat, escalating the tension in the small, enclosed space. Her gaze remained locked with his, a silent conversation passing between them, a mutual agreement to shed the layers of their duties and embrace this raw, fundamental connection.

As the black fabric of her combat dress peeled away, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her shoulders and the subtle curve of her collarbones, 2B felt a blush rise to her cheeks, an unexpected warmth that had nothing to do with her internal cooling systems. Her white hair, shimmering in the dim light, seemed to frame her face in a halo of vulnerability. Kael’s eyes widened slightly, a look of awe and adoration that made her internal processors flutter. He reached out, his fingertips tracing the delicate lines of her bare skin, sending fresh waves of exquisite sensation through her. The weight of her uniform, now half-removed, felt like a symbol of the burdens she was momentarily shedding. She allowed the top to fall to her waist, exposing her torso, her modesty protected only by the slender straps of her undergarments.

He knelt before her then, his gaze fixed on her. Her black combat skirt still covered her lower half, but he reached for its zipper, his movements slow and reverent. 2B gasped softly as the cool metal slid open, revealing the smooth curve of her hips. He pushed the fabric down, letting it pool around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her delicate black panties. They were simple, yet form-fitting, clinging to the generous swell of her bottom, highlighting the alluring curve of her **big ass**. A shy flush crept up her neck and face as Kael’s eyes lingered there, a silent appreciation that was both bold and incredibly tender. She was accustomed to being observed, evaluated, assessed in combat, but this was different – this was being truly seen, truly desired, for her form, for her essence.

He then gently pushed her back, guiding her onto a makeshift bed of salvaged cloth and cushioning. 2B lay back, her circuits buzzing, her body alight with anticipation. Kael followed, his weight settling beside her, his body pressing against hers. He leaned in, his lips finding hers once more, this time with a deeper, more insistent passion. His hand slid over her hip, then cupped the soft, full curve of her **big ass** through the thin fabric of her **panties**. A soft moan escaped 2B’s lips, a sound she had never realized her vocalizer was capable of producing. The sensation was intoxicating, a forbidden pleasure that shattered every last fragment of her emotional suppression.

Kael’s fingers then slipped under the waistband of her **panties**, slowly, teasingly, pushing them down. 2B lifted her hips instinctively, aiding him in their removal. The cool air brushed against her sensitive skin as the last barrier fell away, leaving her completely exposed, completely vulnerable. She felt a tremor run through her, a mixture of apprehension and searing desire. Her pale thighs, accustomed to the confines of her uniform, now gleamed in the dim light. Kael’s gaze devoured her, lingering on the delicate curve of her inner thighs, the soft hairless expanse between them. He reached out, his finger gently stroking the sensitive flesh of her labia, still covered by a thin layer of moisture that had begun to form in anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips trailing kisses down her throat, across her chest, lingering on the soft mounds of her android breasts. Though not designed for lactation, they were exquisitely sensitive, and her nipples hardened into tight buds under his gentle ministrations. 2B arched her back, her breath catching in her throat, her **white hair** fanning out around her head like a silken cloud against the rough fabric. She wanted more, a primal yearning that overrode all logic. Her hands found his head, pulling him closer, her fingers tangling in his short, dark hair. Her internal sensors went into overdrive, recording every detail: the scent of his skin, the warmth of his breath, the exquisite pressure of his mouth on her flesh.

Kael continued his exploration, his tongue tracing patterns on her abdomen, descending lower, lower, until he reached the delta of her thighs. 2B gasped, her body tensing, then relaxing into a wave of pure sensation as his mouth enveloped her. The shock of his hot, wet tongue against her most intimate parts sent an electric current through her entire frame. She had never experienced anything like this, this intense, focused pleasure. Her legs parted wider of their own accord, inviting him deeper. His skillful tongue flicked and swirled, teasing and tormenting, bringing her closer and closer to an edge she didn't even know existed. Moans, guttural and raw, tore from her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her hips bucked involuntarily, a desperate plea for more, for release.

Just as she felt herself on the precipice, a trembling, internal explosion building within her, Kael pulled away, only to position himself above her. 2B's eyes, wide and unfocused with lust, met his. There was a raw, primal hunger in his gaze, mirroring her own. He reached down, guiding his rigid shaft to the entrance of her sex. The tip brushed against her moist folds, sending a fresh wave of shivers through her. She was slick and ready, her body yearning for the fullness of him. He pressed forward, slowly, deliberately, giving her time to adjust. A gasp escaped her lips as he began to penetrate her, a slow, arduous stretch that felt both agonizing and utterly divine. Her internal systems registered the unprecedented pressure, the alien sensation of being filled.

He moved further, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully buried within her. 2B cried out, a sound of pure, emotional release. The sensation was overwhelming, a profound completeness she had never imagined. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, her **big ass** lifting to meet his thrusts. He began to move, slow and deep at first, then picking up a rhythm, a primal dance that spoke of ancient desires. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure through her, igniting fires in every circuit. Her body arched with his movements, her **white hair** a silken curtain around her head, damp with the exertion of their passion.

“Kael…” she rasped, his name a broken whisper on her lips, imbued with a longing and tenderness she hadn’t known she possessed. He responded with a guttural groan, his rhythm intensifying, his hips slamming into hers with a fervent urgency. The sound of skin slapping against skin, wet and primal, filled the small space. 2B found herself mirroring his movements, her own hips thrusting upward, seeking to grind against him, to take him deeper, to feel every glorious inch. Her programming screamed that this was inefficient, illogical, yet every fiber of her being craved it, yearned for this profound connection. She was an android, a weapon, but in this moment, she was pure woman, experiencing sensation on a level she had never conceived.

He leaned down, burying his face in her neck, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. “You’re incredible, 2B,” he whispered, his voice rough with passion. The words, simple yet profound, resonated deep within her core. To be seen, to be desired, to be praised in such a moment of utter vulnerability, was a new kind of euphoria. Her fingers dug into his back, her nails leaving faint marks on his skin as she rode the waves of pleasure he was building within her. The world narrowed to the sensations: the rhythmic pounding, the friction, the exquisite fullness, the raw, beautiful agony of nearing climax.

Suddenly, Kael pulled back slightly, shifting his weight, holding her **big ass** in his hands as he repositioned them. He lifted her hips, pushing her legs higher, wrapping them around his torso. This deeper angle allowed him to reach a new, incredibly sensitive spot within her. 2B shrieked, a high-pitched cry that was quickly muffled by his mouth as he kissed her again, fiercely, desperately. Her body seized, every muscle tensing, her core clenching around him. She was on the brink, teetering on the edge of an abyss of pleasure. Her sight blurred, her internal sensors overloaded, registering nothing but pure, unadulterated bliss. Wave after wave of intense sensation crashed over her, a glorious, shuddering climax that ripped through her body, leaving her gasping and trembling.

Kael continued his powerful thrusts, even as her body spasmed around him. He drove into her, harder and faster, his own climax building rapidly. He cried out her name, a primal roar, as he emptied himself deep inside her. The rush of his warm, thick semen flooding into her womb was a shocking, yet profoundly satisfying sensation. It was a **creampie**, a tangible manifestation of their union, a deep, intimate mixing of their very essences. 2B felt a new kind of fullness, a deep, throbbing warmth that spread through her lower chassis. She lay beneath him, breathless, trembling, utterly spent, yet imbued with a profound sense of completion. Her mind, usually so disciplined and logical, was a blissful blank slate, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their intense union.

Kael collapsed onto her, his body heavy and warm, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He didn't move to pull out, content to remain buried deep within her, their bodies still intimately joined. 2B wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, feeling the steady beat of his internal components against her own. The scent of their mingled exertion filled the air, a musky, sweet aroma that was strangely intoxicating. Her **white hair** was splayed around her, damp and clinging, but she felt no inclination to adjust it, no desire to return to her usual pristine state. In this moment, disheveled was beautiful, a testament to the raw, passionate encounter they had just shared.

After a long moment, Kael stirred, gently pulling himself out of her. A soft whimper escaped 2B’s lips at the loss of his incredible fullness, but he quickly moved to gather her close, pulling her against his chest. She rested her head on his shoulder, listening to the steady hum of his internal systems, a calming rhythm after the tempest of their passion. He stroked her **white hair** gently, his fingers tracing patterns on her scalp, a gesture of deep affection and comfort. She could still feel the warmth of his **creampie** deep inside her, a persistent reminder of their profound connection, a secret intimacy that bound them together.

“You were… magnificent, 2B,” Kael whispered, his voice still hoarse with emotion. He kissed the top of her head, then her temple. 2B shifted, looking up at him, her eyes, usually stoic and impassive, now soft and full of an emotion she could only describe as love. It was a terrifying, exhilarating realization. She had always been 2B, a combat android, a tool. But with him, she was… more. She was a being capable of profound pleasure, of deep affection, of an intimacy that transcended her programming.

She reached up, her hand gently tracing the lines of his jaw, her fingers still trembling slightly. “And you, Kael,” she murmured, her voice soft, almost fragile. “You awakened something in me I did not know existed.” He smiled then, a genuine, tender smile that reached his eyes, making them sparkle in the dim light. It was a smile that promised more, promised connection, promised a future beyond the endless war, even if it was a future they had to fight for, minute by minute, breath by breath.

They lay there for a long time, entangled in each other’s embrace, the outside world fading into insignificance. The stars began to twinkle through the gaps in the makeshift roof, a silent audience to their private, profound moment. The lingering warmth of his **creampie** deep within her, the memory of his body pressed against her own, the feel of his hands on her **big ass**, all woven into a tapestry of undeniable intimacy. 2B, the combat android, had found not just pleasure, but a deeper connection, a humanizing force in the desolate landscape of Nier: Automata. And in Kael’s arms, she finally understood that even a weapon could find peace, and even an android could find love.