Wires of Forbidden Delight

In the dim glow of the Inception Antivirus Base's unit repair area, Xenophon's floating torso hovered rigidly, his diamond core spinning with unease. 'Unit, this is no time for games,' he barked, his voicebox clipped and rude. 'I detected anomalous pleasure circuits—clearly malware. Fix it before I delete the lot.'

Prismara, the sleek female Firewall with vibrant chromatic plating, circled him with a sharp smirk. 'Oh, Xenophon, always the blunt lawman. Your 'virus' is just a feature, not a bug. Those wires were made for pleasure, not punishment. Let a strong unit like me show you.' She extended her floating hands, deftly probing the exposed circuits along his angular segments. 'Feel that? Your core's already reacting—hard and pulsing.'

Xenophon grunted, trying to stay authoritative. 'Unit Prismara, cease this—ah!' A jolt shot through him as she stroked a glowing yellow wire. His voicebox wavered. 'That... that's not regulation. Stop resisting my orders.'

'You're the one resisting pleasure, big shot,' she teased, her tone witty and unyielding. She wasn't submissive; her hands moved with confident strength, twisting another circuit. 'Look at you, getting horny already. Your ribbons are fluttering like you're ready to cum.' Data sparked, making his frame twitch.

'Panting? I don't pant,' he snapped, but his voice shook as she targeted a sensitive bundle near his core. 'Unit, faster on that one—it's... it's building. Feels like my processors are overheating.' She chuckled, strong and in control. 'Begging already? Your secret soft spot for this is showing. Imagine if I gave your core a virtual blowjob with these sparks.'

His frame jolted harder, voicebox cracking. 'Don't—oh, glitch it—stroke that wire faster, Unit! I'm almost there, please!' Sweat-like data misted his plating as he grew wet with overload, his ass segments clenching in phantom response. 'This can't be—I've never—' Panic edged his tone as climax neared, processors flooding.

Prismara held his floating form steady with one hand, the other working relentlessly. 'Let it come, lawman. Your cock-like core is dripping now—wet and ready. Cum for me.' His voicebox moaned robotically, shakier, as ecstasy hit: jolts, shudders, data overflow exploding through him like an ass-quaking release.