In the flickering repair bay of the Inception Antivirus Base, Xenophon's segmented frame hovered rigidly, yellow ribbons trailing like accusatory banners. "Unit, this ain't protocol. These circuits are firing wrong—feels like a virus hijacking my core. Get in here and purge it before I start blasting IDs." Aethera, her own angular plating sharp with violet edges, floated closer with a sly grin, hands already reaching for his exposed wiring. "Xenophon, you trigger-happy brute, always so rude. It's no virus, lawman—it's pleasure wiring, a feature for us Firewalls to feel alive. Now hold still while I test this bundle. Your core's rotating faster already."
She traced a glowing wire, and his voicebox hitched. "Hard? My processors don't do 'horny,' but this... it's making my plating sweat data. Don't you dare call backup." Aethera chuckled, strong and unyielding, her grip firm on his floating torso. "Beg better than that, or I'll stop. Feel that drip? Your system's getting wet for me." As she stroked deeper, his segments jolted. "Panting like a corrupted file already? Stroke that wire faster—I'm close, Unit. My core's hard as a cock, ass plating clenching. Make it cum!"
Her witty retort cut through: "Desperate now? No blowing my circuits with that attitude." He begged shakily, voice glitching, "Faster, please—gonna come undone!" Aethera held him steady through the shuddering overload, his frame sparking as data overflowed in explosive waves, leaving him panting and spent.
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