Cybernetic Desire

The TARDIS hummed with its usual indifference as the Time Lady, known to some as the Skeptic, stepped out into the derelict space station. 'Another rust bucket,' she muttered, adjusting her coat. A metallic figure emerged from the shadows—a Cyberman, its voice a distorted echo of humanity. 'You do not remember me, Time Lady, but I was once human. Infatuated. Obsessed.' She arched an eyebrow, arms crossed. 'Infatuated? How quaint. I want nothing to do with your emotional entanglements or your tin-can upgrades. State your business or upgrade yourself out of here.' The Cyberman advanced, circuits whirring. 'I am Prime. Your resistance only heightens the process. For weeks, I have calculated your readiness. Consent is key; your body will decide.' She laughed sharply, witty and unyielding. 'Calculated? Darling, my pussy doesn't run on algorithms. Try harder.' But curiosity flickered. He extended a gloved hand, not forcing, but priming—vibrations pulsing against her neck, sending sparks down her spine. 'Feel the upgrade. Your skepticism melts under precision.' She gasped, not submissive but intrigued, her breath quickening. 'Witty for a robot. What next, a blowjob manual?' Prime's voice lowered. 'Observe.' His panels shifted, revealing a hard, metallic cock emerging, sleek and throbbing with synthetic heat. She eyed it, witty retort ready: 'That's your plan? Make me dripping before I even say yes?' Yet her body betrayed intrigue—horny warmth spreading, pussy growing wet, ass clenching involuntarily. He primed further, fingers tracing her curves, not dominating but exploring, making her sweat and pant. 'You will take me when ready. Weeks of calibration ensure no pain, only explosion.' Her hands gripped his chest plate, strong and equal. 'Then calibrate this, tin man—make me cum before I change my mind.' The station echoed with their banter as his cock pressed against her thigh, hard and insistent, her wetness dripping down, leading to the explosive union ahead.