A Helping Hand

A Helping Hand

AN: FMA does not belong to me, and I’m sure if its creator saw this, she would sue me. Please forgive me! After seeing FMA, how could you not wonder about Winry’s obsession? Of course, maybe I’m just dirtier than I thought I was.

It wasn’t far into the afternoon when I decided to take a break from my current project. The automail I had been working on was nearly complete, and I still had two days until its owner was to pick it up. I headed to my room with the automail tucked under my arm.

Oh, how beautiful it was! The joints moved soundlessly, and the craftsmanship was the best I had ever attempted. The metal shone gorgeously as I passed the lighting in the hall. As I neared my door, I felt the metal’s cool effect on my skin. I shivered in excitement. This is what it meant to love one’s work. I opened my door quickly, locked it, and ran to my bed.

I disposed of my shirt quickly, feeling the warm air of summer hit my flesh. It was so warm, and I felt as if I should take a nap briefly. Thoughts of the cool metal of my work raking across my skin instead woke my desire. I snapped open my bra to relieve some of the tension, and I dragged my fingers across my left breast feeling my excitement rise. I looked to my automail, eye-lids half-closed, contemplating for a moment. Yes, it was beautiful, and it was very useful.

I ran my left hand across my right breast now, feeling my nipples respond. Simultaneously, I stroked the metal of my masterpiece with my right. The sensation and anticipation made me moan slightly. I was too turned on to care if anyone heard me.

With my right hand, I brought the automail arm to my breasts. I nearly fell off my bed. The cool sensation of the metal against my sensitive skin was too much. I had to have relief, and I had to have it now.

With my left hand, I quickly untied my overalls and slipped them to my ankles, bringing my underwear with them. My left hand traveled lower and caressed my nub, and I jerked eagerly in response. I dragged the metal limb away from my breasts and toward where my left hand was stationed. I had to have it. I had to see what he could do.

I ran the metal across my clit and moaned deeply, moving my hips to rub against it. The sensation was maddening. No human hand could recreate this feeling. I rubbed more, this time jerking my hips against the rhythm I now had set for the hand caressing me. I was rapidly approaching ecstasy, but there was still something missing. I groaned with need and increased my speed, but all for naught.

Then, inspiration pierced my hazy, lust-filled mind. I spread my legs and brought my knees higher into the air, exposing my aching core. I stopped action for just a second to readjust the position of the arms’ fingers, and with a wide grin, thrust them into myself. This was ecstasy indeed! I moaned even more loudly, enjoying every moment as these cool fingers thrust into me again and again. I was panting by now, and as my right hand took hold of the automail to steady its thrusts, my left returned to my nub, rubbing it in tandem with my jerks against that sweet intrusion. My panting increased and I knew I was close to completion as I ground my hips relentlessly against my masterpiece. My muscles ached by the time the tremors set in, and as I came, my climax sent me bolting up to meet with the final thrusts of my beauty.

After finishing, I gently removed my automail from between my legs and stared at it shimmering with my essence. I used my sheets to wipe it clean, and I relaxed once again.

I would need to clean it more thoroughly when I got up again, but for now I relaxed with but one thought in my head.

‘If only its owner were here.’

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