rpc-666-866

RPC-866 strokes the desert camouflage skin of RPC-666. RPC-666 squirms happily under the embrace of her chaotic lover. The eldritch horror shoves its tentacles deep into the helicopter's vagina. The helicopter leaks a shimmering ebony liquid all over the tentacle of RPC-866. "Oh, you like that, 666?" RPC-866 asks RPC-666. The helicopter girl nods. "You're such a dirty helicopter," RPC-866 says seductively. RPC-666 uses its rotor blades to gently stroke 866's clitoritis and a blissfully velvety purple blood sprays everywhere. RPC-666 smiles at the liquid pouring over it and slurps it up.

i shoved my massive whopping railgun into 666's demonic tight pussy-hole and i blew my load all over

oh damn
well
M: “You’re late.”

P: “W-what?”

To my surprise, I’m greeted by a woman wearing what appears to be a skimpy version of the Authority Security Officer uniform.

I can’t help but look down and…

Is she not wearing panties?

oh fuck i have a good idea that just occured randomly when i reread the fanfic
what if the fanfic was based off 2 prespectives, being an affair within a rpc office and the 666/866 fic, but we somehow tie them together

Hmm. What if they are role playing as RPC anomalies?

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