FYOP/Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0022
You grip the warrior bot’s full bosom and push inside her, her question forgotten amidst a cry of pleasure. As you pound against her firm body, your hands massaging her wildly jostling tits, the voice in the air whispers, “So be it.”
Suddenly the warrior-bot’s strength seems to return and she grips you tightly, answering your thrusts with bucking hips of her own. “You’ve… ah… you’ve broken the curse!” she moans, burying your face into her pillowy bust. As her breasts softly conform around your face, you can hear the machinery within her giving off a strange, high-pitched droning sound. It disappears as she rolls you in the dirt to sit on top, her breasts bouncing in a frenzied blur as she rides you in brusque enthusiasm.
The wail from within her chest becomes audible once more, even over her own cries of pleasure. Electrical charges begin to course around her breasts as she continues to obliviously pump herself to climax. Hurling her head back, red hair whipping behind her, you feel her walls tremble with release as you climax inside her.
“Wh-what is…” she gasps, suddenly seeing the surge of electricity surrounding her quivering breasts. With a blast of concussive force, her chest explodes, leaving a gaping ruin of charred machinery. She is frozen in open-mouthed surprised, staring at the crater in her chest, her limbs still tensed as if mid-climax. Within the ruin of the broken robot’s body, you see no sign of her core.
“It’s for the best,” coos that syrupy voice from before. “You’ve wasted too much time on her already...”
You slip out from under the broken warrior-bot, whose inanimate frame falls topples roughly into the dirt, still staring mutely at her own smoldering machinery.