FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0240
You pound the Priestess of the Sun from behind, leaning over her to grip her bountiful breasts as she cries, “This is not the lesson!”
You continue to massage warm oil into her jostling breasts and her undulating ass as she chastises you for not heeding her word. You pull free from Sarastra, who collapses forward on to her cushions, panting heavily, her curves thickly coated in hastily applied oil like some frosted confection.
“I…. I…” she pants, looking back at you. “You… you must…” her backside reflexively bucks as she emits a low whimper. You tease her oil-soaked ass with a light slap. She moans, suddenly springing backward, her glistening ass slamming you backward into the cushions. She precisely spears herself on your member, and drives her ass down on to your hips, and then shudders, uncertain. Her body grows rigid and a harsh humming sound can be heard from her oiled frame.
“P-patience,” she moans, a red light flaring alone her spine. “Sssssteadfaaaaaast!” Lights burn brightly beneath her bronze-toned synthetic skin, smoke whisping off of its shimmering surface as she lurches to life once more, her ass pounding against you.
“I don’t think you are following your own tenets,” you tease, remaining still amidst her violent bucking.
Her body grinds to a halt for a moment, the sounds of her mechanical distress plain, “I… I am patient. Patient. I am steadfast.” You grasp the slippery bronze hemispheres of her ass and coax her into motion once more, whispering, “Isn’t this better than patience?”
“Patience!” she snaps, her body seizing up. She suddenly heaves herself off of your cock and slams her oil-drenched ass on to your face. “Steadfast!” Grinding her posterior against you, you can feel her take your manhood into her hot mouth, her movements halting as you are buffeted by her squirming hips. You briefly steady her and devour her oiled backside, causing her to pull free of your cock with a squeal, announcing, “B-be patient, steadfast and… and…!” Her lesson is cut short when you climax, her voice replaced with a sizzling sound before you hear an explosion that sends a shockwave through her body.
Lifting the robotic Priestess of the Sun from your face, you see the top of her head is a cluster of broken electronics, her mouth agape in surprise.