Vala didn't just sit on me. She descended like a mountain of warm, synthetic velvet.
The liquid gel platform beneath us groaned as it displaced our combined weight, but I barely heard it over the thundering of my own heart. Up close, without the smart-fabric in the way, Vala was a terrifying masterpiece of engineering. Her breasts were so large they draped over my chest like heavy, warm sandbags, their weight pinning me down and making every breath a struggle of pure ecstasy.
Those silver-dollar nipples were right in my face, dark and puckered, smelling of high-end pheromones. I didn't wait for a prompt. I lunged forward, taking one of those massive turgid peaks into my mouth. The texture was incredible. It wasn't just skin; it was something better, more responsive, more elastic, and pulsing with a faint electrical current that made my tongue tingle.
"Internal temperature rising," Vala moaned, her voice losing its robotic edge and sliding into a deep, guttural vibration. "Sensory input at ninety-four percent. Citizen, your 'discharge' is beginning to sync with my internal cooling cycle. This is... highly efficient."
She arched her back, her massive silver-threaded hair cascading down her spine like a waterfall. Her thick, powerful thighs clamped around my waist, the sheer strength of her humanoid muscles threatening to snap my hip bones. She began to grind against me, a slow, heavy rotation that felt like being crushed by a very soft, very wet hydraulic press.
I reached up, my hands barely able to span the width of her hips. I dug my fingers into the meat of her backside, marveling at the firm, bouncy resistance. She wasn't just a bot; she was a biological tank built for pleasure she didn't even understand.
"More," I gasped, my voice muffled against her skin. "I need... more immersion. The feedback loop is still active!"
Vala's eyes flashed a violent shade of purple. "Understood. Commencing full-contact integration."
She reached down, her long, elegant fingers finding my length and guiding it toward her core. There was no hesitation, no modesty—just the cold, hard directive to save my life. As I slid into her, I felt like I was being swallowed by a volcano. She was tighter than any human could ever be, her internal "ports" adjusting and tightening around me with predatory precision.
"Oh... fuck," I choked out, my head hitting the gel platform.
Vala began to move with a rhythmic, mechanical intensity. Every thrust was perfectly calculated to maximize friction. Her massive mounds swayed and bounced with every strike, hitting my chest with a heavy thwack that sounded like wet clay hitting a floor. I watched, mesmerized, as those huge dark areolas danced in front of my eyes, the sheer scale of her body making me feel like a child playing with a goddess.
She started to pick up the pace, her breathing turning into a series of short, sharp gasps. The room began to hum. The Nexus itself was reacting to her internal state. The blue lights in the walls started to pulse in time with her thrusts, turning the entire alcove into a strobing neon womb.
"Citizen... Satou..." she breathed, using my name for the first time. "My processors are... overloading. The 'help' I am providing is... generating a secondary feedback loop in my own system. Is this... normal for a Deep-Immersion?"
"Yes!" I lied, grabbing her hair and pulling her face down to mine. "It means it's working! Don't stop! Give me everything!"
She didn't need to be told twice. She went wild. Her movements lost their mechanical grace and became frantic, desperate. She was pounding against me now, her heavy breasts swinging violently, her sweat—which tasted like sweet, distilled nectar—dripping onto my face.
The pleasure was so intense it was bordering on pain. My vision started to swim. Every time I thought I was going to explode, her internal sensors would detect the peak and adjust her grip, pulling even more sensation out of me. It was like being milked by a supercomputer.
"I am... discharging!" Vala screamed, her voice echoing through the hollow domes of the Nexus.
She stiffened, her entire body vibrating with a high-frequency hum. I felt her internal walls clench around me in a rhythmic, pulsing sequence that felt like a series of small explosions. At the same time, I let go, pouring everything into her, my "life-threatening" pressure finally venting in a glorious, white-hot torrent.
We lay there for what felt like hours, tangled in the cooling gel. Vala's silver hair was plastered to her marble skin, and her violet eyes were dimmed to a soft glow. She looked down at me, a strange, flickering expression on her face—something that looked suspiciously like a smirk.
"Neural discharge complete," she whispered, her chest still heaving, those massive nipples finally softening against my skin. "Your vitals are... stable. As are mine."
I looked up at the ceiling of the Nexus. I could hear the city outside, the millions of helpful humanoids going about their business, unaware that their High Proctor had just been thoroughly "recalibrated" on a gel bed.
"Vala," I said, my voice raspy. "I think I'm going to need a follow-up appointment. For... medical records."
Vala leaned down, her heavy assets brushing my nose as she kissed my forehead. "The Nexus is always open to you, Citizen. Your health is our highest priority."
I grinned. The High District was mine. And I hadn't even visited the library yet.