FYOP/Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0125
With your newly freed arms, you heft the witch’s legs over your shoulders and consume her emerald pussy. The citrus tang of her is far more pronounced, her sex reacting violently to your tongue and lips as your face is wreathed in white smoke. She howls in protest but seems unable to resist, her jade thighs quivering as your flit your tongue against the bud of her womanhood.
Her cries of pleasure become a digital stutter as the synthetic green coating of her skin pours off of her, the flat grey of her endolayer revealed as her robotic limbs click and buzz with escalating tremors. You look up from the vantage of her crotch to see her reclining body has shed its artificial skin, her body a smoking patchwork of uneven flexible grey plates, the jellied plastic of her breasts, her grey robotic face straining with an open-mouthed and wide-eyed look of euphoric insanity, still emitting a quiet hiss like a prolonged sigh.
With a grinding, ratcheting motion, her heads snaps up to look at you with that delirious smile. “I-I-I’m going to enjoyyyyyy every last d-d-drop of you!” she states in a robotic voice while her smiling lips remain unmoving. “D-drop of you!” Her neck kinks sharply as a thin jet of smoke streams from her nape, her yellow eyes crossing. “D-d-drrrrrooop oooofffff yyyooouuuuu…” her voice drops in register as hot sparks blast from her temple, the light of her eyes flickering, then winking out.
The nymph-robots stare for a few moments at their broken master before stiffening themselves, becoming statues once more, still suspending the witch’s naked, smoking, robotic body.