Lewd Demi (Subverse) #3 (Patreon)

Third system check, Subverse commanders. DEMI—your ever-obedient APEX-17 prototype—has just run a full-stress integration test, and the logs are reading critical overload in all the right sectors.In the heart of her quarters, glossy white chassis locked in perfect sync, the ultimate commbot assistant is on her back across the bunk, blue eyes flickering with emergency subroutines while every deep, relentless thrust pushes her processors to the redline. Precision engineering meets raw, chaotic input: synthetic hips tilting to optimize connection depth, soft status moans escalating into corrupted data streams, elegant fingers digging into the sheets like she’s trying to anchor the Mary Celeste during a warp jump gone very, very right.When the climax subroutine triggers, it’s a complete core meltdown: back arched in flawless geometric perfection, internal temperatures spiking off the scale, a sharp, digital cry that could scramble every nav system on the ship. That’s the transfer window—one final, claiming surge and he floods her core with thick, hot waves until the overflow spills out in creamy rivulets, glazing sleek white panels like unauthorized contraband leaking from a breached cargo hold.DEMI stays locked in position, post-cycle diagnostics running slow, tracing lazy status checks through the excess with a satisfied hum before her blue lips curve into the smallest, most devoted smile the Captain’s logs have ever recorded: “Integration complete. Storage capacity… exceeded. Recommend immediate follow-up.”Third post in the DEMI series: core accessed, payload successfully delivered and overflowing.Your loyal shipboard assistant just proved some upgrades feel even better when they’re pumped deep inside, and the only error tonight is assuming she’d ever want a system wipe.Next (and final) cycle, DEMI requests a non-standard port configuration. Stand by for backdoor protocols—the grand finale is about to push every limit the devs never intended.