Ellen sat on the floor.
Her back was against the wall, one hand in the pocket of her zipped up hoodie, the other holding a styrofoam cup of coffee. She felt restless, and took another nervous sip, letting the strong burn of whiskey go down like hot ice. She coughed just once from the unpleasant sensation, then took another sip, temporarily soothed.
The hot toddy was literally half booze–and cheap stuff, at that, since alcohol was hard to come by these days–but at least there was a little cream in there to help smooth out the flavor.
The room she waited in was monumental. Tall enough to give the cyborgs clearance with their arms in the air, and the footprint large enough for two of them to lay head to foot in either direction. It would have taken her more than a minute to sprint to the other side.
But for now, she was alone, save for a video camera in each corner. The silence was unnerving. She took another drink.
It was about 10 o’clock in the morning, Ellen guessed, and not two hours earlier had the klaxons gone off to signal the materialization of an angel, which Unit 01 was promptly deployed to destroy. It had been months since this last happened– shortly before her stint as intern was abruptly terminated. At least last time there’d been the camaraderie of her fellow engineers to provide an emotional support system during such a terrifying event.
Now all she had was him.
And he’d made sure his command that she be here waiting for him when he returned was followed. And though the solitary waiting game was terrible, this was her job, she reminded herself.
“Think of the money,” she muttered. Ah, who the hell was she kidding? She continued, scowling: “And his hands, and his face, and his muscles, and his dick…”
Ellen took another drink from the near-empty cup. The effects of the whisky were already very apparent given her empty stomach, but it was either that, or pick up smoking for just these kinds of occasions. And he’d already forbade her to start as he claimed that it would ‘ruin her taste’.
A red light above her head, spaced human-ceiling height from the floor, went off then. It flashed from behind its metal cage, without a sound, but her pounding heart more than made up for it. Far off in the distance she heard the low rumble of machinery, the distant clamor of metal, and then, the faint tremor of massive footsteps that she was all-too familiar with.
“We beat it,” she whispered to herself, a smile spreading on her face. Her hand balled into a victorious fist. “Yes,” Ellen hissed.
Alcohol-fueled exhilaration was getting the better of her at this point, though, and she longed to watch him round the corner and join her in this stark white cavern.
But she had to be patient. Decontamination took another 15 minutes, and damage assessment took a few minutes more as the data from his suit was passed into Nerv computers. Automated armor repair would begin right away.
The tremors grew in strength, until the whole room gently shook with each of his footfalls. Ellen looked over to the doorway, and saw his foot as it planted itself on the floor, and in a moment, the rest of him loomed into view. Her breath caught in her throat and heart skipped a beat. His black bodysuit was torn in several places. Blood oozed out of a gash on his chest, and one on his arm. Three fingers on his left glove had been ripped off, revealing bloodied and mud-caked digits underneath. His eyebrow was split open, and as he passed her, she spied a massive bite mark on the back of his leg.
“Oh my god,” she breathed.
A single drop of blood fell from somewhere up above, hitting the floor with immense force where he’d walked, spattering into a million tiny droplets. He tracked dirt, gravel, and small pieces of asphalt behind him as he went to the far end of the room to activate the shower. The door behind him closed in a series of 5 locks.
She watched with apprehension, morbid curiosity, and vague desire as the water cascaded around him, turning a dark, ruddy brown before it hit the floor and flooded into a series of drains at his feet.
With the water still running, he began to strip, popping the seams along the back of the suit and pulling it down to his waist so that he could wash the wounds. When those were done, he pulled the kevlar garment down to his ankles and kicked it away.
It was all so cold and clinical, but she couldn’t help but watch with rapt attention.
She fidgeted as he checked over each of the ports embedded in his chest and arms, picking out a bit of crud here and there where the metal met skin. The final part of the ritual was for him to open his mouth, swish with the water, and then unceremoniously spit it out. The shower was then shut off.
He stood there, dripping wet, head down and eyes closed as he ran his hand through his hair and then rubbed at his face.
The eva opened his eyes then and shot her an unreadable look as he turned and switched on the dryers. Vents opened up in the walls about him and blasted him with air, sending little droplets of water flying about. Ellen pulled her hood up about her face and doubled over, suddenly being subjected to hurricane-level winds as he dried off.
When that was over, he pushed on a panel in the wall, popping it out, and revealing a myriad of devices that she couldn’t recognize. He grabbed a roll of what appeared to be medical tape, looped around an industrial-grade cable spool. That panel was pushed back in as he activated another, and out from the wall came a large, padded chair that he sat down in.
“Come here,” he quietly ordered.
Ellen jumped up, downing the last of her drink, and jogged over, pausing to catch her breath near his foot.
He reached down with his massive hand and roughly plucked her from the floor, setting her on his naked thigh near one of the black, shiny plugs embedded in his skin. She tried to avoid looking at his massive penis resting against his leg, balls splayed out on the chair beneath; it was difficult.
Unit 01 took up the tape, tearing pieces off and carefully placing several over the horrendous wound on his chest. Then his arm. Ellen winced.
“Can I–” she said, then stopped herself. Shit, it was that damn drink! She winced when he stopped and cocked his head at her.
“Can you what?” he rumbled with that low, deep, immense voice of his.
Ellen swallowed. “Can I… can I… help,” is all, she finished, voice trailing off as she spoke.
She expected a snort or a burst of mean-spirited laughter, but there was nothing. He just looked at her with those brilliant, terrible eyes of his, and held out the spool of tape to her. The tape, which, now that she could see it better, was a thick fabric with a spongy, sticky coating on the underside, and about 30” wide. She grasped at the edge and gave a hard pull. He let the spool unravel between his thumb and forefinger as she worked. When she’d freed a few feet of it, she looked up at him again, her expression asking where to put it.
His other hand appeared beside her–she could never quite get used to how enormous they were–and she saw now that the eva wanted her to wrap his busted fingers.
If she were sober, this would have been a bizarre scene. Her, feeling suddenly servile, and him feeling generous with his temper. It was a lot of work to wrap each digit, she realized when she was done with the first knuckle. Sure, he was helping by gently lifting his finger every time she needed to pull the dressing underneath and generally maneuvering it about as she needed, but the tape wasn’t exactly light and his fingers weren’t exactly small. His fingernail was the size of her head, after all. Speaking of…
“Should clean these,” Ellen muttered when she was finished with another wrap, scowling at the grime under his nails.
He snorted at that, and Ellen couldn’t help but think that maybe she aught to not drink before seeing him again.
“Whatever you say, kid.”
She proceeded to finish wrapping the rest of them, satisfied with her handiwork. When she was done, he lifted the spool up to tear off one more sliver of a piece and, reaching up, positioned it over his opened brow.
“What about your leg?”
“It’s not deep,” he grunted, setting the medical tape aside.
The eva spread his thighs a little wider and reached for his limp cock, coaxing it to life. It was so sudden, so nonchalant, that Ellen’s mouth dropped and she stared at the massive rod in his hands, Something about her was painfully obvious to him because he stopped and considered her, letting it go flaccid again.
“You look like you want something,” he cooed, looking down at her with a smirk. Ellen met his gaze, but the whiskey in her system protested, giving her vertigo instead.
She shut her eyes tight and bent her head down with a groan.
“The hell is wrong with you now?” Pinching her between his thumb and forefinger, he brought her to chest-level and opened his palm so that she could sit on it. Suddenly it occurred to her that he might not like that she’d–
“I can smell the alcohol on you,” he said quietly, but treacherously.
“I had some… in my coffee,” she meekly explained, staring at his chin. “I was getting nervous with the attack and…”
He frowned. “You are to be sober when you see me,” he ordered. “Unless I say otherwise.”
“Look me in the eye when you say that, roach.”
Ellen lifted her eyes to his face and found his green eyes boring down on her. She shivered. “Yes, sir,” she murmured.
He brought her nearer to his nose and took a sniff. “At least you showered this time. Still, I’m disappointed.”
Oh god, the d-word.
Unit 01 deposited her onto the rolling hills of his belly while he grabbed the tape again, tearing off two pieces some feet long, and setting it aside once again.
“Take your damn clothes off,” he ordered, and she hastily complied. When she was down to her shirt and panties: “Whatever. That’s enough.”
He pushed her down onto her back with two free fingers, the bandaged ones, and roughly positioned her arms above her head. What..? Something thick and sticky was placed over her hands and forearms. The tape. And a second later, her feet got the same treatment.
Ellen struggled, but it was obviously in vain. This stuff was meant to stick to his skin and stay there.
“Sit back,” he said with a sneer. “Relax.”
The worst came to mind– images of him standing up, or doing jumping jacks while taped to his stomach–and Ellen chewed her lip. She tried craning her neck to see his face to give him a pleading look, but she couldn’t. What she had a fantastic view of, however, was his cock. Front and center.
Monstrous hands came up from either side of her into her field of vision to tease himself. It seemed he was already getting excited at the idea of having a captive audience, though, and was hardening. His left hand cupped his balls and the right began stroking himself. She could almost hear the blood rushing to his groin; a waterfall’s worth. It fattened under his ministrations, and Ellen was transfixed, watching it slowly right itself before her, a veritable tower of rock-hard flesh.
“You know you love it,” he growled from somewhere high above, vibrating her through the musculature of his abdomen. “You love all fifteen feet of me…” he stroked himself from hilt to tip as he said that, and she watched, absolutely mesmerized. The way the veins zig-zagged their way up his shaft, the way his foreskin shifted under his touch, the way his entire length gently jerked with every word that left his mouth.
She swallowed and said nothing.
Unit 01 started really working himself at that point. Up, down, up, down…
“I’ve wanted to do this all morning,” he half-breathed, half-groaned. “Yeah…”
A dribble of pre-cum formed at his slit and Ellen made a little noise, straining against her bondage. Blood was rushing between her thighs, throbbing with want. With his thumb, the eva smeared the clear liquid around the deep pink head, pausing for a moment to let her take it in before going back at it.
He kept fisting, adjusting his sitting position. She just couldn’t get enough of the cording in his thighs. She felt her panties start to moisten. Nope, couldn’t get enough.
“Wanna hear about the battle?” he asked. But it was a rhetorical question. “Let me tell you about the battle.”
Unit 01 continued pumping. “You should have seen this ugly motherfucker,” he started. “A sin against physics,” he chuckled. “It’d already taken out a battleship, some few thousand people, by the time I got topside.” The eva stopped to let out a faint rumble. “The R-86 did the most damage this time. I fuckin’ love that thing. It’s heavy in the hands, but not too heavy. Love the way it looks– big, menacing, and cold. Once I got through the bitch’s AT field, I sunk a few Harbinger rounds into it. There was blood everywhere.”
Ellen shivered with those last words. She imagined him out on the surface, destroying entire streets with single footfalls, leveling apartment buildings like crumbling playthings. She imagined him poised in his sharp, sleek armor, demonic helm obscuring his twisted smile, looking every bit the sadistic predator that he was. The tiny human moaned and writhed helplessly against him, heart racing.
“But the core,” he went on, voice impossibly huskier than normal. “The core you have to take care of by hand.” The evangelion started stroking himself faster now, focusing his movements nearer the tip. “Practically razed some hill while we fought. Took a little while, but eventually I got my hands on its core. Redder than blood, slicker than ice… I could feel it throb with life under my fingertips. And I felt that life evaporate when I crushed it between my hands. Hot… stinking blood…”
He jacked off now at a frenzied pace, and she could feel his abs tighten underneath her.
“You like that, don’t you,” he ground out. “You like imagining me fighting… killing…”
She whined loudly, arching her back as much as she could.
“Taking lives into my hands… taking yours too. So small and pathetic.” His breaths came in short, powerful bursts, and she could feel the hot air of his frantic exhalations wash over her. “Yeah,” he growled. “Yeah, come on. Come on! Fuck!”
The evangelion stiffened under her, his swollen member jerking about, and with every spasm a spurt of hot, white come shot up into the air before careening down around her in huge sticky puddles. His belly rose and fell with each deep breath he took, and beads of sweat formed about her. He pointed his cock, just beginning to soften, toward her then, dragging the head along her tiny body to cover her with the remnants of his seed. He let it rest on her too, rubbing it on her a little as she struggled to lap at any square inch of him. But he pulled himself away before she could get the chance.
“Please,” she mewled. “Please touch me…”
The giant hunched over himself so that she could look him in the eye. Her skin was flushed, hypersensitive, and her body was begging for release.
He smiled, but his eyes were hard. “Why would I want to do that?”
“I really do get you so hot and bothered, don’t I?” he chided, reaching down to peel her off him. With one swipe from his other hand, the semen was mostly gone. He wiped it off on the wall. When he had two free hands, he peeled her arms from the sticky side of the medical tape, and she yelped as the stuff tore some of the hairs from her arms. Once free, Unit 01 held her in front of his massive face, his injured eyebrow cocked. “Now, I wonder why that is. Care to share?”
Hot, hot breath surrounded her, smelling faintly of blood. Sweat drenched her shirt, and her panties were… well, they were already soaked through. Still drunk on both whisky and arousal, she indulged him.
“You… your strength,” she quietly stammered, reaching down to touch herself as his unyielding gaze filled up her entire field of vision. But he pulled her hands away.
“I didn’t say you could touch yet. Now go on.” He closed his eyes and parted his lips, revealing two rows of glistening teeth and a gigantic tongue. It darted out to lick his upper lip, like an animal smelling a meal, and then passed over each one of her legs.
“Your body,” she breathed, closing her eyes tight too as he closed his lips around one of her legs and gave it a gentle suck. “Your hands…” Then the other leg. “Your… your voice…”
“Turn over and spread ‘em, kid,” he whispered, and Ellen obeyed, trembling. She felt his fat tongue glide underneath her lower half, taking up her entire pelvic region into his mouth. Now that was something she could arch into. He continued to suck lightly at her, flicking the pointed end of that hot, wet appendage against her inner thighs, and the folds of her cunt. “You are absolutely soaked,” he chuckled. “Now, all those things are great, but what’s the one thing about me that really keeps you up at night?” He licked her backside again. “I know there’s something.”
“Your… your size,” she quietly admitted.
He kept her close to his mouth, almost as if he were whispering into her ear. “I’m a force of nature, aren’t I?”
“And I’ve just about ruined you for any other kind of fucking, haven’t I?”
She swallowed. “Yes you have, sir.”
“Good girl,” he murmured into her, and proceeded to pick up where he left off. He sucked her panties off, and they disappeared into the chasm of his mouth.
She wrapped her arms around the base of his middle finger and buried her face in the cleft of skin there as he continued with his ministrations. Her entire lower half was in his mouth now, feet bracing against hard and jagged teeth. He made little circles, somehow, around her labia and inner thighs, paying special attention to the area where her tiny little nub was, pert and straining to feel every rough pass of his tongue.
Whimpers escaped her as he went on, his last two words echoing in her mind as electricity began to build in her hips. She gyrated against him. Grit her teeth. And then, she was pushed over the edge.
Her cries were quiet and contained–she wasn’t sure why–but she shuddered and jerked and he was already there to clean up the mess.
“Mmm,” he rumbled from deep in his massive chest. Then, without another word, he let her out of his gaping maw, and she slid back into his hand, laying there like a puddle of jelly.
Ellen caught her breath, pushing herself onto her side and bringing her knees up to her chest as little tremors passed through her like aftershocks.
How easy it was to forget that she was laying in a gigantic hand! The skin of his palm curved and folded like a human’s, but it wasn’t soft. The mounds and valleys barely yielded to her insignificant weight, though at least the flesh wasn’t calloused all to hell. Ellen wished for a brief moment that she had some talent in palmistry. What might the evangelion’s Fate Line say about him?
A cool wind rushed over her, and she quickly recognized it as smelling faintly of blood: his breath. She shivered, folding her arms tight across her chest, and looked over her shoulder at him. The titan smirked. He ran his tongue over his teeth underneath his closed lips, but stopped, and looked as though he was picking out something stuck between them. Unit 01’s bandaged hand came up to his mouth and he turned his head to the side, picking it out. His fingers re-emerged: her panties stuck to the end of his index finger.
“Take it these are yours,” he grunted, and she watched with surprise and defeat as he gave them a firm flick, landing on the floor half a football field away. Ellen sighed and collapsed back into his hand, her head resting on the base of his middle finger.
“You’re one hell of a John, you know that?” she said flatly.
“Just a John, huh?” the eva grunted, standing up. Ellen winced at the sudden ascension. “Funny, I thought you were the one that keeps crawling back to me.” He strode toward the door, hitting a panel about 8 stories from the ground, and it flew open, one lock at a time in quick succession.
“My power, my strength, my size… remember all that? Besides. I’m the one that decides if you even get paid. You ought to be calling me “boss”.”
Ellen turned beet red and looked at her feet with a little shudder at those last words. He was right, as usual. Too goddamn right.
“What about your suit?”
“It’s fucked. I’ll grab another one from storage while you meet Zero.”