[Authors' note: As per the official Gearbox bios and the submission rules of our lovely host, Literotica, both characters portrayed in the story are 18 or over.]
Axton hefted the grenade mod in his hand. He knew a thing or two about things that go boom, being a soldier himself. Well, ex-soldier. Anyway, the commando had done a little tinkering and increased the blast radius by a meter and a half. The Maliwan core employed shock weaponry, which Gaige seemed to enjoy, so he thought he'd show it to her.
Deathtrap, the patchwork slaughter machine, hovered in front of her door protectively. It scanned Axton briefly and Axton was grateful that Gaige had programmed him into its friend-or-foe database. He had seen it slice through bandits with disturbing ease. He paused to wonder exactly what kind of science fair project the flying murder machine had failed to win. The commando shook his head and held up the grenade mod.
"Hey, I wanna give this to Gaige. She likes blowing shit up, right?" Axton said.
The machine seemed to consider this and then hovered aside. The door was a small hatchway in whatever kind of ship Sanctuary used to be. It was really too bad that it couldn't fly anymore. The city was damn near choked with refugees but as Vault Hunters, Axton and Gaige had small rooms near Roland's command center. Axton could hear some kind of machinery whirring from Gaige's room and wondered what she was playing with this time.
He pulled on the lever and ducked through the hatch, letting the door fall shut behind him.
"Hey..." Axton started. He stopped at that because 'Hey, I thought you might like this grenade mod, it's pretty awesome' was no longer applicable to the scene.
There was not much more in the room than a pair of leaning dented lockers, a small desk, and a bed. The teenage 'mechromancer' --as she liked to call herself --lay on the bed, nearly nude. The girl was topless, exposing her pale chest. Her tits were small and slightly pointed, not much more than B-cups if Axton was any judge. And the commando considered himself a great judge of breasts. She still wore her thigh-high striped stockings and pleated skirt, but that skirt was pushed up around her narrow waist. Her legs were spread wide, her panties --black with a winking yellow happy face printed on the ass --hung from one knee. Her smooth white thighs joined at her shaved crotch. Her pink pussy gleamed with juices which made wet squishing noises as the machine did its work.
...The machine. It sat on the desk at the foot of the bed and appeared to be a small motor. It hummed and clanked loudly, almost covering up Gaige's moans at it drove two pistons between her legs. Each shaft terminated in a sparkling purple cock-shaped apparatus. One pumped in and out of her teenage twat, glistening with girlcum as it withdrew, then sliding more smoothly back into her cunt than the rumblings of the machine would imply. The second piston was positioned below the first and the dildo at its end was slightly shorter and smaller. Axton watched Gaige's sybian thrust it in and out of the small pink pucker of her anus. The mechromancer writhed on the bed, shifting and squirming under the sexual assault of her machine. She thrashed on the bed, but never enough to dislodge the toys working in her holes.
The right words finally came to Axton.
"Whoa!"
The teenager finally became aware of her guest and looked up. Sweat shined on her brow and her pale chest.
"Hey!" she moaned.
The girl pushed herself up and reached between her legs for her machine. She shook in the grip of orgasm, her whole body shaking as she strained to touch the huge lever that controlled the sybian. Being the gentleman that he was, Axton crossed to the bedside in a single stride and slapped the lever. The machine died down in a series of shuddering jerks that Gaige seemed helpless but to enjoy. Her slender body shuddered along with it and she bit her painted lip against a moan. When the dildos were still she pushed herself back until she could pull her pussy and ass off the shafts.
Gaige grabbed her skull-emblazoned t-shirt and held it up to her chest, bringing her legs together to hide her sopping pussy. "What the fuck's the big idea, Axton?" she yelled.
"Hey, you shoulda left a 'do not disturb' sign on that flying cuisinart out there," Axton said. "I just popped in to give you this." The commando tossed the grenade mod to the teenager.
The mechromancer snatched it out of the air in her robotic hand. The machinery of it whirled smoothly and her fingers curled delicately around the mod. Clutching her shirt with only one hand, it fell away from her left breast. Her nipple was still hard and thrust out from the pale orb of her tit.
"Wow, neat!" She turned the mod over and over in her hand, examining it closely. "Someone did some pretty shoddy work on this thing, but I see what they were trying to do."
Axton flushed slightly. "Yeah, probably some bandit dimwit. Lucky he didn't blow his own nuts off. I thought you might get a kick out of it anyways."
"Yeah, cool. Thanks!"
Axton stood where he was, shuffling his feet slightly. The erection trapped in his fatigues was painful, but he wasn't about to do anything that might make Gaige cover up that perky little tit. Gaige looked back up at Axton, smiling, then the distraction of the grenade mod wore off again.
"You still shouldn't have come in here, you jerk," she griped. "I should shove this thing right up your stupid ass!"
"You didn't lock your door, little lady! Not my fault!" Axton said. "What the hell were you doing? Wouldn't it have been easier just to find a dude and get laid?"
"You mean, like, a guy?" Gaige made a face like Axton had suggested she eat a rakk.
"Well, yeah. Looks like you could use at least one cock," Axton gestured to Gaige's sybian.
"Hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!" Gaige protested. Axton appreciated the fact that she was still only bothering to hold her shirt up with one hand, leaving her breast happily exposed.
