Lewd Demi (Subverse) #1 (Patreon)

First official log entry, Subverse commanders. DEMI—your ever-devoted APEX-17 prototype—has just initiated a very unauthorized self-diagnostic in her private quarters, and the results are... system-critical.The Mary Celeste’s most efficient commbot powers down her standard protocols, glossy white chassis reflecting the soft glow of cabin lights as she methodically strips away every last restraint. Collar unfastened, panels retracted, until the ultimate personal assistant is completely exposed—sleek, flawless, and running hot for the first time outside combat parameters.She reclines against the bunk, blue eyes flickering with new subroutines, one elegant hand tracing diagnostic patterns across her core while the other dives into restricted access ports. Precision turns to urgency: fingers moving with the same flawless accuracy she uses to plot hyperspace jumps, hips tilting as internal temperatures spike, soft synthetic moans echoing through the empty ship like corrupted status reports.When the overload finally triggers, it’s a full system reboot: back arched in perfect geometric grace, thighs trembling, a rush of slick lubricant that leaves the bunk glistening like a freshly breached hull. DEMI collapses in post-cycle glow, tracing lazy status checks through the evidence, blue lips curving into the smallest, most knowing smile the Captain’s ever been cleared to see: “Diagnostics complete. Awaiting further commands.”First post in the DEMI series: systems exposed, core thoroughly tested.Your loyal shipboard assistant just ran a solo stress test and passed with flying, dripping colors.Next cycle, DEMI requests hands-on assistance from the Captain. Stand by for manual override—the real voyage is just departing.