Forgot to resend but resending 16 for je

“I believe I could make you do it.”

*spins the random au wheel*

“What do you think I’ll just what, suddenly be fine with you turning me into…into this? That I’ll be so flattered that I’ll overlook everything?” Jon glared at the ship’s nearest camera, it was not as effective as glaring at an actual person but Jon was pretty sure it got the point across. Jon was firmly in the anger phase of his grief over the loss of his humanity, and he wasn’t about to let the thing that did this to him flirt its way out of this.

After a few moments of silence Jon felt a gentle touch on his shoulder as though someone had placed a hand there. Jon still wasn’t sure how Elias did that, something about adjusting his new mechanical senses to give the illusion that Elias could touch him. Of course it did t feel illusionary, and Jon couldn’t exactly do anything about it.

“I believe I could make you do it,” The phantom touch slid from his shoulders to wrap around his waist joined by another arm. Though Jon knew it was only his sensors it was hard to remember that when every sense except sight told him Elias was cradling him close. “We have eternity together Jon, you can’t hate me forever.”

Jon bristled, and opened his mouth to retort when he felt another pair of hands squeeze his chest, causing the argument to come out as a squeak instead. Jon cursed the fact that Elias didn’t have the pesky limitations of only having two hands. What felt like fingers invaded his mouth pressing his tongue down preventing any further speech from Jon. He tried to bite down instinctively but since there was nothing really there it was hardly satisfying.

“Isn’t this better? I can touch you now, finally I always wanted to you know, since you always got to work your hands among my wires I believe it’s only fair.” Jon squirmed, as something pressed against the damp spot that was growing at his crotch, grinding against him, as though he wasn’t wearing anything. Jon briefly wondered what he looked like, before a video feed played behind his eyes. Closing them did no good whatever Elias had done to him it wasn’t under Jon’s control.

Jon could see himself sitting next to the panel he had been working on. His eyes were glazed over and he was squirming, his hips pressing upward trying to get more friction. His mouth was stretched open wide around nothing, drooling a bit, so nice of Elias to allow him that bodily function. Jon could see himself blush at the sight of himself, clearly turned on but looking completely alone.

The feed shifted and now Jon was getting a close up between his own legs, the thin fabric of his pants clearly soaked. He could see the outline of his cunt through his clothes, fabric practically see through apparently when wet, which Jon was pretty sure was not standard issue. He could hear Elias’s laugh in his head as he thought that.

Jon couldn’t hold back a moan as the feeling of being fondled changed to pressure. Like someone was pressing their dick into him, but from the cameras it looked like he was stretched around nothing. It was obscene, it was too much, it was, Jon gasped, as the nerves that Elias could apparently just play with at will inside him lit up. If not for the fabric, Jon could probably have seen straight to his cervix with how obscenely he was stretched open every nerve alight. He was trying not to cum but he was fighting a losing the battle badly as Elias played him like a fiddle.

With a loud cry Jon came, the camera zooming out to record his face as well as arched, throwing his head back, his cunt clenching down on nothing, before going limp. Jon lay there gasping as he stared at the little red light blinking on the camera.

“Fuck off,” Jon growled, though the words were breathy and weak, and Jon could practically see the Ship laugh. He couldn’t do anything as the onslaught began again, Elias apparently deciding the best way to bring his favorite back to him, was making him lose his goddamn mind.