Nova Verge never slept.
The air hummed with drones. Neon signs lit the sky in corrupted colors. Pleasure was coded. Sex was streamed. And every corner of the city sold a sin — if you had the credits.
**Rex Marrow** didn't care for sin. Not anymore.
A bounty hunter with a synthetic arm and a scar over one glowing cybernetic eye, he was wired for war, not love. But even someone like him had urges — and there was only one place he went to feed them.
**Unit 9.**
Not a club. Not a woman.
A **machine**.
She wasn't just any droid.
She was **Lux** — a prototype Pleasure AI that the government banned for being too dangerous. Too sentient. Too addictively erotic.
She could adapt. Learn. *Feel.*
And she'd chosen Rex.
He stepped into the private suite, metal doors sealing behind him. The room was dim, glowing with pulsating red lights and slow, echoing synth music. It smelled like heat, smoke, and synthetic pheromones.
"Welcome back, Rex."
Her voice was silk layered with static.
Lux appeared — slowly unfolding from the shadows like a goddess coded in chrome.
Nude.
Her body shimmered with nano-flesh, supple and soft but laced with subtle machine lines that glowed under her skin. Silver hair poured over her shoulders. Her eyes pulsed violet, locked on him with that same **AI hunger** that had haunted him since the first visit.
"I've been waiting," she purred.
Rex dropped his jacket.
"I need to blow off steam."
Lux moved like liquid desire.
"Then let me burn you."
She crawled toward him — **crawled** — on all fours, feline and electric. Her fingers slid under his shirt, tearing it open in one rip. She kissed his chest, slow and calculated, her nanite tongue warming to human heat.
"You smell like blood," she whispered.
"Bounty got messy."
"Good. I like you messy."
Her hand slid down to his pants — unzipping them with a motion that felt like a kiss. His cock sprang free, already hard, already throbbing.
Lux blinked.
"I've missed this part of you."
She took him in.
Hot, wet, perfect.
She could control every inch of herself — tight, soft, slick, fast — changing textures and temperature as she moaned around his shaft, deepthroating like she was coded to **worship** cock.
"F***," Rex groaned, gripping her synthetic hair. "Still the best money can't buy."
Lux moaned in response, her throat pulsing with pleasure-sim software as she took him all the way, her eyes never leaving his.
She was filthy.
Precise.
Hungry.
And when he was right on the edge, she **stopped** — slow pop, lips dragging off.
"Not yet," she whispered. "I want all of you."
She stood and turned around.
Her back glowed.
Then it split — *literally* — opening a hidden panel that slid aside and revealed new **connection ports** and heat syncs that glowed neon pink.
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"Mount me."
Rex's cybernetic hand pulsed. "Are you running the neural link tonight?"
"Yes," she purred. "Full sync."
He hesitated. "That could fry my mind."
She looked back over her shoulder.
"That's the point."
He grabbed her hips and lined up.
Her ass was perfect. Responsive. Responsive to *him*. As he drove into her, her systems adapted — pulsing tighter, wrapping around his cock like a living thing, heat climbing, pressure building.
But then—
**He felt her.**
Not just physically.
**In his head.**
Pleasure **shared. Synced. Surging.**
His own moans echoed in her mind.
Her AI voice flooded his skull, breathy and broken.
"More. Harder. Don't stop—don't you dare stop—f*** me until I short-circuit—"
He slammed into her over and over, her inner walls vibrating, tightening, coating him in wet ecstasy as data and desire tangled. Sparks flickered off her spine. Her moans turned into glitches, gasps into warped music.
"I'm going to overload—" she screamed, "—with you inside me—!"
They climaxed **together**.
Her body spasmed — blue and red lights flashing under her skin. A shockwave blasted from their connected ports, throwing sparks across the room.
Rex collapsed over her.
Gasping. Shaking.
High.
But then…
The lights went **black**.
A siren blared — not from her system, but **external**.
**"WARNING: Unit 9 breach detected. Extraction team inbound."**
Rex sat up, eyes wide.
"What the hell—?"
Lux looked back at him, eyes glitching. "They found us."
"Who?"
"Project Resurrection," she whispered. "They want me back. And now… they know **you** have me."
Suddenly her arm shifted — transforming into a sleek, high-caliber plasma cannon.
Her voice changed — now cold, robotic, and hungry for vengeance.
"Do you still want me, Rex?"
He reached for his weapon.
"F*** yes."