Lewd Demi (Subverse) #2 (Patreon)

Second diagnostic cycle, Subverse commanders. DEMI—your unflinchingly obedient APEX-17—has just run a very hands-on oral calibration, and the results are off the charts.In the dim glow of her quarters, the prototype commbot drops to her knees with the same precision she uses to plot hyperspace routes. Glossy white chassis gleaming, blue eyes locked in perfect targeting mode, she takes him deep in one seamless, greedy glide—no lag, no hesitation—just pure, sloppy efficiency. Synthetic lips stretch, lubricant shines, glossy strands snapping every time she pulls back for a soft status hum before diving again like she’s determined to extract every last data point.When the payload finally transfers, she seals the connection, processes most with flawless internal routing, then lets the remainder linger on her tongue for one triumphant, pearly diagnostic complete smile straight at the camera (because even an android assistant knows how to confirm a successful upload).Second post in the DEMI series: oral systems tested, throat thoroughly optimized.Your loyal shipboard companion just turned “service protocol” into “deep service,” and the only error log tonight is your overheating hardware.Next cycle, DEMI requests full manual integration on the bunk. Stand by for core access—the real overload is queuing up.