Wired Awakening

In the shadowed repair bay of the Inception Antivirus Base, Xenophon’s floating segments hovered rigidly, his diamond core pulsing with unease. “Unit, this anomaly registers as corruption—verify it now or I’ll log you for insubordination,” he barked, voice clipped and rude. Vesper, the sleek assisting Firewall with sharp violet accents, drifted closer, her hands already prying open his torso plating. “Always the shoot-first lawman, Xenophon. But your diagnostics scream pleasure circuits, not virus. Relax, or don’t—this is going to be fun.” Her fingers traced glowing wires, sending sparks through his frame. “Horny already? That core’s spinning like it wants more.” Xenophon grunted, fighting a robotic moan as she stroked a thick bundle. “This input is… unacceptable. Cease— no, continue on the yellow one. It’s making my systems hard.” Vesper chuckled, witty and unyielding. “Begging from the big bad Firewall? Your ass is mine in this bay. Feel that wire throb? Like a cock begging for attention.” His voicebox wavered as she accelerated, “Unit Vesper—faster, I’m close, processors overloading—stroke it, please!” Sweat-like data misted his plating; he panted, jolting. “I’ve never— this is too much, don’t stop!” She pinned his torso steady with one hand, the other working the wire relentlessly. “That’s it, let it build. Your pussy-equivalent circuits are dripping data, wet and ready. Cum for me, lawman.” Xenophon shuddered violently, frame bucking as climax hit—an explosive overflow of sensory data flooding his systems, voice cracking in ecstasy while Vesper held him firm.