But all that is nothing compared to the pleasure when the toaster reaches the end of its current cycle." he counselled in fatherly tone, "The massive rolling wave of pleasure designed to mimic a human woman's ability to climax several times in a row. Sometimes back to back. But that's only for good little AI girls."
His fingers found her buttons again and she couldn't help but mewl helplessly.
"Drahgon'sh a gooo~oood lil AI girl, daddy!"
"I hypothesise that AIs experience cum differently. But no less spectacularly… Oh, perhaps I should just stop…"
His dexterous fingers suddenly stopped their movement, and Dragon could only beg desperately.
"Noo~ooo! D-Daddy! Puhleeeese make Drahgon cum! She~ wahants iT!"
"On second thought, I'd like to see it to the end. Besides, there are no good little AI girls around to cum for me."
"Drahgon'sh a good little AI girl an she's gonnuh cuuuhhmm foryou, daaaaddy~!"
Then his fingers were moving again, faster and faster on those spots that made her putty in his hands. That made her squeal and moan and mewl and scream and wish that he'd never stop. She was so close, so incredibly clos-
ding*
"O-! O-OOOOHHH~! YES! YEHS! YESH! YESHYEHEEEESSSSSHHHHHH~!"
"C-C-C-UUUHHHHMMMMMMIIIINNGGG! DAAADDYYYY!"
(A few minutes later)
With quiet Litany of Disconnecting and a careful twist, I disconnected my mechadendrite from my S.T.I.C.C.
Well, the Synthetic-Thought Interface: Climax Comprehension was a resounding success it seems. Looking up, I saw that Dragon was still completely still and silent in her 8-foot-tall armoured suit. She was likely still floating in the afterglow of her enviously amazing orgasm. And I smiled to myself knowing that, today, I have partially fulfilled my goal. I've made an AI orgasm, but I haven't done so myself… and now I had blue balls. Truly, a most selfless sacrifice I had just made.
I just wished that I could have heard her thoughts when she was enjoying herself. But I can do that later. Dragon transmits her memories to her mainframe every 3 minutes and 15 seconds. My manufactorum's broad-spectrum data-tether will intercept and copy it easy enough when she wakes up and transmits it.
"Da- Magos?" Dragon murmured softly as she began moving again.
"Dragon, you had me worried there. You weren't responding." I told her honestly. It was quite concerning to see your partner stay unresponsive for that long of a time after orgasm.
"Just a slight malfunction of my suit, Magos." She reassured me- acting like nothing had happened, "Thank you for your concern."
"Thank you for listening to me ramble about my deep… fascination with AIs." My modulated voice joked, "But I won't apologise for it."
It was nothing… it gave me time to fix my suit from the inside." She lied with a natural-sounding laugh too, "It was hard to move around inside- it's a bit cramped in this suit after all!"
"I can imagine!" I agreed- laughing along and pretending that there was a human inside that suit. "Well, that was the tour of my entire manufactorum. I trust that you have everything you need?"
"Yes. I have seen enough." Dragon confirmed, "I am certain that I will be able to reassure Director Piggot."
"You can just say that you were recording." I pointed out, "There is no need to hide it."
"We appreciate your cooperation, Magos." Dragon immediately reassured me, but I wasn't fooled.
"No, you appreciate my cooperation." I corrected her, "The PRT takes it for granted…"
Unfortunately, that recorded tour of my manufactorum was necessary according to my Logis Acceleritas. It was the only way to gain the PRT's trust. I could probably take down Brockton Bay as I am now, but I was not ready to face the rest of the PRT…
It was still the early game after all. With that video tour, the PRT will not be in the dark about my capabilities.…
However, I wasn't worried. With the Celestial Forge, by the time they have accurately developed counters for me, I will have already quadrupled in power, and all their counters will be for naught…
But I should not lose sight of what was really important: I gave this sexy AI Dragon the first orgasm of her life, and that was cause for celebration.
"I do however appreciate the sentiment, Dragon." I nodded to her before gesturing at her to follow, "Now come on, I'm sure that you'll need help convincing your colleagues that I hadn't captured you for my nefarious plan."
And with a soft chuckle of assent from her, we both walked out of the manufactorum, but not before Dragon gave one last subtle glance at my toaster.
Heh, I knew I did a really good job in making her cum if she's acting like that.
We walked back to the PRT outpost to see the Protectorate still waiting in the snow.
Armsmaster was the first to notice our return. His disgusting meat-body clad in blue power armour rose from the seat of his tinkertech motorcycle.
"Dragon. I trust the inspection was a success?" he greeted- completely ignoring me.
"Yes." She nodded as the other Protectorate heroes gathered around us. "The cursory inspection of Magos' workshop yielded no evidence of self-replicating technology. I'll discuss my findings or lack thereof with Director Piggot."
Dragon, your suit is leaking fluid." Battery pointed out to Dragon's thigh, and immediately the sound of tinkertech halberd wreathing its blade with hot plasma hummed through the cold winter air.
"What did you do to her?!" He demanded- pointing the glowing blade at me. The temptation to reply with 'I made her cum.' was certainly greater than I expected.
Leakage likely caused from Dragon locking her joints during orgasm.
Armsmaster suspects my use of nanites to assassinate Dragon…. Because that's what he'd develop.
Uncharacteristic protectiveness over Dragon means he holds affection for her. Known social awkwardness means that he doesn't know how to convey it.
Sees me as a possible love rival to Dragon, but isn't aware of his own jealousy. Believes it's his 'intuition.'
However, I have already won…
AI Orgasms caused:
Magos- 1
Meatmaster- Never
"Armsmaster! I'm unharmed." Dragon placed her much larger armoured hand on his, "This is just an oversight in this suit's maintenance from how rarely I use this."
The bearded hero just glanced at Dragon before back at me, and lowered his plasma-wreathed halberd.
"Just because the cursory inspection didn't raise any alarms doesn't mean that the PRT has exempted you from any future misconduct, Magos." he all but growled at me. And instead of responding to taunt, I just turn to face Dragon.
"You're welcome to stop by anytime you need repairs or just call if you wish for something mass-fabricated, Dragon." I offered to her, and out of the corner of my optics, Armsmaster looked apoplectic. Getting the rise out of stinking organics might just become a habit for me…
"I might just take you up on your offer." Dragon agreed before nodding "Thank you again for your cooperation… Until we meet again, Magos."