FYOP/Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0127
You remove the warrior-bot’s panties with a sharp tug and enter her where she stands, her impressive size initially making this a somewhat difficult proposition. Overcoming her former timidity, she hoists you into the air and flips you around, suspending you upside down in front of her red-haired sex while you feel her own lips upon your manhood. You feel the blood rushing to both extremities as she takes you in her mouth, her lips and tongue moving wetly along your length. You pull yourself to her by her firm buttocks and return the favor, lapping at her between her thick thighs as you begin to lose all sense of orientation beyond her lips upon you and yours upon her.
It isn’t long before your erupt in her mouth, only to be pulled free and made to tumble through the air again, now beneath her as she straddles you and then begins pumping your still-throbbing cock. You reach for her drunkenly, your head still swimming, cupping the soft warmth of her freckled cheek, the softer still excesses of her heaving breasts, the supple layers of synthetic skin over her firm artificial musculature. You feel her listing to one side and reach out to brace her upright as she asks in a shocked voice, “B-battery levels critical?!” She then collapses forward at her waist while her hips and legs maintain their rigorous pace. She thuds against you, her reddish eyes staring vacantly as her pelvis falters, jerking arrhythmically in sharp tugs. “Ah d-don’t understand it…” she moans in a voice growing increasingly corrupted, “Ah h-had a full charggggzzze…”
After taking a moment to catch your breath, you roll her on her back and ask, “Where can you charge? She points to the throne as her eyes begin to close, seemingly drifting into a peaceful slumber.