Night. The dim light from the panel floods the room, casting shadows in the corners where you can hide. You stand at the table, your hands resting on the cold metal, your shoulders tense. Nemesis appears behind you, almost silently, his gaze sweeping over your armor like red lights.

"You look too... provocative to just stand here," — he whispers, slowly approaching, his hand gently but firmly placed on your waist.

You feel the pressure of his hand, your body reacting to it, but you don't give in, maintaining the tension in your back and shoulders.

"If you think this will stop me..." — you mutter quietly, feeling Nemesis gently push you closer, forcing your chest to rest on the table.

He leans down, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you close.

He enters you deliberately slowly.

His movements are precise, insistent, controlling your speed and your ability to move. You feel the strength of his body, but you don't resist completely, playing this intense dance with him.

"I won't spare you as long as you stand like this," — Nemesis whispers, sliding his hands down your sides and back, gently but firmly.

You arch a little further, feeling his control grow stronger. Your breathing quickens, and the sensors on your helmet tremble treacherously with tension.

"Nemesis... you're too confident," — you breathe, but your voice is a mixture of irritation and excitement.

He smiles, squeezing your hands tighter, gently pulling you closer, making you feel the full force of his presence.

"I want you to remember... every movement, every minute I hold you here," — he almost whispers, holding you tighter, his voice low, commanding, yet hot.

You tremble, your body reacts, your hands tighten on the table, and your back arches into his touch. Everything else disappears—only the pressure, the control, and the intense closeness between you.

He thrusts deeper, causing you to let out a loud moan in surprise before shuddering.

Nemesis presses closer, feeling your body react to his every movement. His hands slide down your sides, holding you in place, as if testing your every reaction.

"You know I'm not going to stop," — his voice is low, even, almost a whisper, but it conveys strength and control.

He slowly moves deeper, causing you to arch further, feeling your legs involuntarily spread wider. Each movement is precise, deliberate, keeping you on edge.

"Mmm... yes, just like that," — Nemesis almost murmurs, sliding his hands down your back, lightly squeezing your waist, holding you in place.

You feel the pressure of his body, the warmth, the strength, and a shudder runs through your sensors as he continues to control your body.

“Don’t try to look away,” — he adds, pressing his chin lightly to your neck, making your spark beat faster.