He quivers and holds himself. He'll have to find someplace private to caress the place where she touched him soon.
"Yes! Oh yes yes yes!!" he cries and hurriedly makes his way to the door at the far end of the room. It slides open noiselessly at his approach and he feverishly tosses aside any obstacle that might get in the way of his Mistress.
The room beyond the door, while high-tech like the rest of the Maker's lair, stands in contrast to his other labs. Not cluttered or chaotic, it is a stack white chamber lined with medical bays and soft blue display holograms that hover near their stations.
The maker quickly moves to one of the nearby bays and at his unspoken communion with the machines there, a white cylinder rotates open, revealing the dormant Angel, Warren Worthington III. The scar at his temple can barely be seen.
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"Yes! Oh yes yes yes!!" he cries and hurriedly makes his way to the door at the far end of the room. It slides open noiselessly at his approach and he feverishly tosses aside any obstacle that might get in the way of his Mistress.
The room beyond the door, while high-tech like the rest of the Maker's lair, stands in contrast to his other labs. Not cluttered or chaotic, it is a stack white chamber lined with medical bays and soft blue display holograms that hover near their stations.
The maker quickly moves to one of the nearby bays and at his unspoken communion with the machines there, a white cylinder rotates open, revealing the dormant Angel, Warren Worthington III. The scar at his temple can barely be seen.