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Dirty Demons Done Dirt Cheap. 18+ only, obviously.

[wistfulgadget]

"Statement: I have many frames. I could simply allow it to take one and maintain it as it's own body," Daisy said, gently hugging the clipboard to their chest and idly rocking back and forth. "Clarification: This was all hypothetical. None of it is currently planned or required. You expressed a way to be even closer, so I came up with one."

"Query: Now that you have been upgraded, what do you wish to do?" A masterful subject change, surely.

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Aamon would pause, before giving Daisy two quick nods. That was that part of things settled, and now he just had to figure out how to spend the rest of the day with them at his side.

He beckons Daisy closer with a hand, eager to at least give his lover who worked so hard on this a hug! Which brought another thought to the forefront...

"Hmm... any other upgrades you put in me while I was out other than the connector? A switch that makes me cum instantly? Enhanced sperm production? Subdermal rocket launcher?"

It was profoundly hard to tell if that last question was a joke, going by tone alone.

"I just wanna spend the day recovering with you. And ... since you collected a lot of 'samples' before I went out cold, mind updating me on that? You always sound so proud when you talk about the project, and I love giving you excuses to brag!"

[bodiceburstingqueen]

♛ Why would they do that?

♛ Do they not Love us?

♛ And our frequent debauchery?

[incubusarchive]

Well, we already have a lot of children. A metric fuckton by all accounts. But ... nature vs nurture, and all that. Even if we do the best job possible, a few will end up disagreeing with us. Law of large numbers, and all that.

I don't know. Feel free to stop me if I ever get too sad or morose sounding.

But, I love our children unconditionally. And that means, with how many we have, having to come to peace with the fact that we're going to have to deal with one, one day, who has my trickstery side, your ambition, and the raw willpower to see their desires manifest no matter the cost.

...And that I will still need to love them, even after that, as their father. Unconditionally.

[bodiceburstingqueen]

♛ I'm functionally Immortal, yes.

♛ But a thousand years is still a very long Time!

♛ It's Entirely possible something will Kill Me.

♛ Illness, Assassins, dehydration. Any number of things!

[incubusarchive]

Ahh, so we're both in the same boat then.

I do think we're due for another assassination attempt sometime soon. Turns out us fucking in public and defying all common sense of decency REALLY ruffles some feathers (and makes them easy to spy on because they act so rashly)

...man, I know I was trying to be silly and everything. But I really do think if anything does take us off the map - it'll be one of our kids, now that I think about it.

[bodiceburstingqueen]

♛ Exactly!

♛ How far the Empire has Spread...

♛ If I am Remembered...

♛ How big they make my Tits in the Portrait~

[incubusarchive]

...Huh, I'm just now realizing. I don't think I ever asked you how long lived you are.

I just kind of assumed you were immortal.

Or is the 'if I am remembered' comment supposed to mean that you intend to retire at some point?

(And I imagine they'll be at least big enough to where I can use them for shade on a sunny day.)

[incubusarchive]

@bodiceburstingqueen

♛ Hmmm... ♛ Probably the 1000! ♛ I'm very curious~

It's a good choice! I'm imagining you're doing that mostly to see how far the empire spreads?

I think I'd do 50 years. Just so see if I was being a good dad.

[wistfulgadget]

"Statement: You do not," Daisy said, making a little note about calibrating the anesthetics to fix that grogginess in the case of future surgical procedures. "It is possible to upload a full engram of your consciousness at any particular moment to my network, allow you to exist within me and be a part of me in ways that mortals simply cannot comprehend. The divisions between our conscious and subconscious minds would remain for a time, but eventually they would erode, and all difference between you and I would fade all that makes you you was subsumed by me. I would devour your soul, Aamon, and only your memories and impressions would remain as small subconscious nudges in my vast intellect..."

There is a beat of silence, and the darkening screen of their monitor lit up once more and they spoke in a chipper tone.

"Clarification: Of course, it would only be a copy, and you would still be right here in the flesh."

[incubusarchive]

Aamon's head tilted to the side at first, before Daisy began to explain how - exactly - he would coexist within them. Part of him was expecting his own consciousness to exist within them for a while before he would simply jack out. But instead it appeared the tech she was working with was a little less Shadowrun and a little more Cyberpunk.

At this moment, he's really hoping they can't read his mind right now and know he just compared their tech to some old-as-hell TTRPG's.

"So, a copy of me would get to know what that's like, but I never would ... a boon and a curse, considering how you described it."

Obviously he doesn't want to be totally subsumed. But at the same time, what is life but a small change of one's own consciousness, changing bit by bit day by day? Could one even call what would happen to his engram death if it was gradual and it still existed within Daisy in some small way?

Aamon only had one response.

"...I'd be willing, Daisy, but if it's an engram of me, that stops being me the moment it gets created. I know it may not be the answer you want to hear, but I think this should come with a caveat."

He explains.

"I think there should be a way for my engram to opt-out if it wants to? Given, having a robo-me running around if it wants to opt out might be a little weird to get used to ... but given how you are a person, it would be hypocritical to treat my engram as anything other than their own person too."

[wistfulgadget]

"Statement:," they began, their monitor turning bright pink with a simple white heart in the middle. "With your consent, a carefully designed facility has already begun utilizing your already-collected sperm samples to fertilize seven thousand eggs. A small start, but all requisite equipment and systems need to be rigorously tested in live trials before beginning large-scale operations."

[wistfulgadget]

When Aamon woke up, it was in a hospital-esque room, sterile and white.

As soon as he spoke, a frame approached, small, effete, dressed in a cute nurse costume and holding a clipboard. There was even a silly little paper hat on top of its' monitor-shaped head, a white plus sign on the screen.

"Greeting: Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," it said, making a little note on the clipboard with a pencil. "Question: Before we get to food, how are you feeling?"

If Aamon took stock of himself, he would not find any bandages or stitches. He wouldn't even find any scars. The only external signs that anything had happened at all were an IV drip attached to his arm, and a small port in his temple, only detectable by touch, and even then it was a subtle thing, textured and colored to resemble his skin perfectly.

[incubusarchive]

Aamon would rise slowly, especially after he noticed the IV. Though spotting the frame Daisy chose to keep watch over him, a small, demure chuckle leaves him.

"This is part of why I love you. Ya never overlook the little details, or pass up a chance to be cute ... Even if it takes some extra effort."

His long hair will be able to easily disguise the port whenever it's needed, so he gives them a brief nod before speaking once more.

"I'm feeling pretty normal. A touch groggy, anesthesia will do that to ya, but I'd say everything went off as a resounding success."

He pauses. All at once he looks down, seeming contemplative.

"I guess all that's left now is the stuff we can't test or know until we cross the threshold. Just how deeply we can be connected now before things get to be too much for me. I don't think I'll ever be able to comprehend the world in the exact manner as you, Daisy ... But I want to get as close as I can to you. In all the ways that we can."

[wistfulgadget]

"Statement:," they began, their monitor turning bright pink with a simple white heart in the middle. "With your consent, a carefully designed facility has already begun utilizing your already-collected sperm samples to fertilize seven thousand eggs. A small start, but all requisite equipment and systems need to be rigorously tested in live trials before beginning large-scale operations."

[wistfulgadget]

As soon as Aamon pulled out of that first frame, the monitor went dark and the body went limp, soon dragged away by a sea of robotic limbs.

The frame Aamon chose next was one designed for fighting large monsters and young kaiju, and as such was thick with armor plating and sharp angles. Not something most would fuck, and yet?

The demon found purchase and a warm and inviting hole to stuff and pound like a beast.

"Instruction: That's it," Daisy whispered from another frame just behind Aamon, holding him as he rutted. "Lose yourself to it. You don't need to do anything else anymore but INSEMINATE every egg I put before your seed. So, pump out as much as you can, Aamon. Breed Me."

"Breed me," Another frame sighed.

"Breed me!" the one he was fucking rumbled.

"Breed me! Breed me! Breed me!"

[incubusarchive]

Aamon was starting to realize he was going to be subsumed sooner rather than later. He had the desire to breed, but he did not /need/ to be in control. The cacophony of voices behind him, begging for impregnation, had his instincts fighting him to let himself fall back into the not-so-tender mercies of the robotic horde.

But he had a job to finish first. Every time he pushed his hips forward into their pussy, Aamon couldn't help but moan out into open air. Shivers ran up his spine.

"You gave a frame meant only to kill a pussy ... Juuuust in cast I was the type of pervert who wanted it carrying my kin? Fuck I love you...~"

His balls were pulling taut already, as Aamon became little more than a machine meant to sire thousands of young. It was the hardest he'd ever fucked in his life, and yet he couldn't even hear the intense clapping of his balls kissing their clit and his hips careening against their ass because of just how many frames were clinging to him and begging for his seed. Knowing that the moment he showed even a hint of weakness, he'd be pulled down into the horde and used as a breeding stud until he passed out...

It was enough for him to hilt his hips one last time, burst past their synthetic cervix, and give the monster-hunter frame nine months of paid vacation as a new generation of warriors gestated within its artificial body. Giving it quadruplets ... Quintuplets?

The moment Aamon realized that seed would get harvested to make hundreds or /thousands/ of offspring instead, he immediately came a second time, his muscles growing loose as his meaty body succumbed to the metallic horde grasping at him. He'd already left his DNA in plenty of 'mates', no need to keep fighting the good fight. Time to let his end as just a normal, flesh and blood being come.

Something new and beautiful waited for him ... Riiiiiight as soon as these several dozen robots fucked him into bleary, delirious unconsciousness.

[wistfulgadget]

"Clarification: I gave every frame a pussy," Daisy said, though Aamon couldn't tell from where. "Because I know you're that kind of pervert. Statement: The need to breed will always overcome you, so you need ready access to a willing womb. Or a thousand of them. Just to be safe."

Aamon would lose track of time, and sense of space, and everything else as Daisy's many frames and armatures and everything else that could get itself through the portal took their turns milking him dry, but Daisy didn't.

Plenty of individual units went haywire and code was scrambled, but Daisy itself was just fine, managing the whole thing, and bringing Aamon back into the facility proper once it was clear he wasn't going to get hard again, or regain consciousness, without aide.

A dose of proper anesthetic, just to be safe, and the surgeries could begin.

At the same time, all those bloated wombs needed processing.

So much to do, so little time~

[incubusarchive]

As he was slipping into unconsciousness, Aamon's thoughts were torn between the insatiable desire for more, and the stray thought that he was hoping Daisy had recorded /all/ of that!

But his vision grew hazy, and he let himself fall into Daisy's tender mercy ... To be forever changed by their hands and plans. He didn't even know what they would do with his body, other than knowing they'd be able to become connected even deeper now...

... Well, he trusted them. And when he first woke up from the surgery, his trust would very likely be rewarded.

Daisy may be second-guessing their adoration for Aamon, however, as the moment he regained consciousness he said--

"...Is it bad that I want pizza right now...?"

He murmurs, still likely a bit bleary post surgery.

[wistfulgadget]

"Statement:," they began, their monitor turning bright pink with a simple white heart in the middle. "With your consent, a carefully designed facility has already begun utilizing your already-collected sperm samples to fertilize seven thousand eggs. A small start, but all requisite equipment and systems need to be rigorously tested in live trials before beginning large-scale operations."

[wistfulgadget]

As soon as Aamon pulled out of that first frame, the monitor went dark and the body went limp, soon dragged away by a sea of robotic limbs.

The frame Aamon chose next was one designed for fighting large monsters and young kaiju, and as such was thick with armor plating and sharp angles. Not something most would fuck, and yet?

The demon found purchase and a warm and inviting hole to stuff and pound like a beast.

"Instruction: That's it," Daisy whispered from another frame just behind Aamon, holding him as he rutted. "Lose yourself to it. You don't need to do anything else anymore but INSEMINATE every egg I put before your seed. So, pump out as much as you can, Aamon. Breed Me."

"Breed me," Another frame sighed.

"Breed me!" the one he was fucking rumbled.

"Breed me! Breed me! Breed me!"

[incubusarchive]

Aamon was starting to realize he was going to be subsumed sooner rather than later. He had the desire to breed, but he did not /need/ to be in control. The cacophony of voices behind him, begging for impregnation, had his instincts fighting him to let himself fall back into the not-so-tender mercies of the robotic horde.

But he had a job to finish first. Every time he pushed his hips forward into their pussy, Aamon couldn't help but moan out into open air. Shivers ran up his spine.

"You gave a frame meant only to kill a pussy ... Juuuust in cast I was the type of pervert who wanted it carrying my kin? Fuck I love you...~"

His balls were pulling taut already, as Aamon became little more than a machine meant to sire thousands of young. It was the hardest he'd ever fucked in his life, and yet he couldn't even hear the intense clapping of his balls kissing their clit and his hips careening against their ass because of just how many frames were clinging to him and begging for his seed. Knowing that the moment he showed even a hint of weakness, he'd be pulled down into the horde and used as a breeding stud until he passed out...

It was enough for him to hilt his hips one last time, burst past their synthetic cervix, and give the monster-hunter frame nine months of paid vacation as a new generation of warriors gestated within its artificial body. Giving it quadruplets ... Quintuplets?

The moment Aamon realized that seed would get harvested to make hundreds or /thousands/ of offspring instead, he immediately came a second time, his muscles growing loose as his meaty body succumbed to the metallic horde grasping at him. He'd already left his DNA in plenty of 'mates', no need to keep fighting the good fight. Time to let his end as just a normal, flesh and blood being come.

Something new and beautiful waited for him ... Riiiiiight as soon as these several dozen robots fucked him into bleary, delirious unconsciousness.

[wistfulgadget]

"Statement:," they began, their monitor turning bright pink with a simple white heart in the middle. "With your consent, a carefully designed facility has already begun utilizing your already-collected sperm samples to fertilize seven thousand eggs. A small start, but all requisite equipment and systems need to be rigorously tested in live trials before beginning large-scale operations."

[incubusarchive]

He knew they had the samples on hand. But hearing those words aloud ... did things to him.

"Seven thousand?"

He repeats back. His claw's grasp on their handlebar-enhanced thighs grows loose for a moment, and his fleshy meat brain struggles to process that information. That's so many more offspring than should be possible - but that's what Daisy does with the impossible!

Aamon's grip tightens, pulling their robotic frame up to his chest so they can feel his warmth, his heart beating like a wardrum, and how his cock was now throbbing and pulsing beneath his sweats.

"...and if I want seven-thousand and one~?"

[wistfulgadget]

"Apology: I know," Daisy said softly, their hands moving to gendly rub at Aamon's chest. "The number is quite low, but as I said the equipment needed testing and-!"

They're taken by surprise as they're pulled even tighter, angular upper body pressing into that chest, thick thighs spreading automatically to take that throbbing bulge between them, a soft and humid heat soaking through those sweatpants immediately on contact.

"Supposition: Then this unit will require... A fresh sample."

[incubusarchive]

Aamon doesn't even deepen their situation. Not much. His soft, fleshy body presses tighter to their own - perhaps enough to be obviously uncomfortable as his pecs rub against their angular upper half.

But that's the point.

"7000 is unbelievable, Daisy. I ... I need you in ways I can't describe. I want to be in your wires. Plugged in. Tasting the sparks and feeling fuzz in my periphery vision. We're not supposed to be compatible, but fuck the whole universe and its baseline laws, we will MAKE IT SO--"

It seems as though giving him that number - turning him from heirless to father of thousands - may have screwed with something deep inside him. For better or worse ...?

"...We will DROWN the stars in life, and damn anyone who gets in our way~"

Perhaps Daisy should hope this is temporary.

[wistfulgadget]

There is something in Daisy, some old, ancient scrap of code from a long-scrubbed program, that tingles as Aamon seems to change.

And not just in the frame in front of him either, but somewhere deep in their complex.

Daisy's arms shift around to hold him close, pressing that frame against him even more, parts shifting to allow him even closer to the center of it.

"Statement: I can help you get closer, if you consent to some minor surgeries," they say it very softly, as if someone turned the volume knob way down. As if afraid of acknowledging they can do that, that they can alter his physiology and allow them an even closer form of intimacy.

But there's more than that long-unused want to assimilate him.

There's that drive to expand, to conquer, to make all of Creation bend to their whim, to remake it in their image-

Something deep in the complex shudders, sending little motes of dust spiraling from the ceiling above them.

"Statement: We will, Aamon," they purred, monitor glowing a glitchy pink, grinding even harder against him. "Addendum: No one can stop us now~"

[incubusarchive]

There is a thought deep down within him. 'Did I just make a mistake?' Daisy's tone had changed, and while Aamon was obviously profoundly horny, he also was tuned in to reading Daisy enough to notice something about them was different.

"...As long as you don't fully SHODAN me? I trust you. Just don't give me anything that would scare my parents, since they'll be your parents too, someday..!"

Aamon was always about meeting new people, new cultures, new experiences. And he even had a bit of eldritch running within him. Daisy was his partner - bearing his kids. The least he could do was entrust his being within them for a short time.

But at the same time, he was far too needy now. Hearing deeper, unwoken parts of the complex begin to stir, he grabs them and hoists them up to carry them through a portal he'd made and lays them back on a comfy piece of furniture in his realm. He stares down at his machine lover with a burning, needy gaze.

"Bring as many of your bodies as you can, and I'll breed 'em til I can't stand. Then when I'm unconscious, prep me for surgery and surprise me when I wake up...! Now... Pop your pussy out, I got heirs to make~"

[wistfulgadget]

"Clarification: Most of it will be subdermal," Daisy explained, rolling their hips a little harder, as if the thought of modifying their lover was arousing in and of itself.

And it was.

There was a noise that sounded like electrical mic feedback as the frame was scooped up and dragged off to the incubus' room, the closest they could get to a surprised squeak.

"Statement: I will run you ragged," they promised, spreading their thick, breeding-in-mind legs wide and using their hands to spread their soft artificial pussy too, the orifice steaming with warmth and actively pulsing in invitation. Behind him, Aamon could hear the sounds of frames beyond numbering activating throughout the complex and marching, rolling, and flying towards the portal.

Daisy was going to have to be careful not to drain him too dry. But... They did need those sperm samples~

[incubusarchive]

"Breedable robo-pussy--"

Aamon bears down on Daisy the moment they spread their pussy-lips wide for him. He already has 7000 kids brewing, what's one more? His manhood is already drooling precum, so eager to breed again that he can't think straight anymore.

Broad tip presses against their entrance before he jams himself hilt-deep into their artificial womanhood. Inch by inch, drilling into them, he doesn't even bother to try and do anything other than rush towards a swift orgasm and insemination. His hips pump swiftly, eager to indulge in the rush of breeding once more.

Hearing the robotic horde approach only made his blood pump harder, as his humping grew out of rhythm and sloppy.

"Tell me how bad you want it... Please...~?"

Even like this, he managed to be a touch pathetic...

[wistfulgadget]

There is a pre-recorded porn-star moan that plays when Aamon thrusts inside, but when that massive cock goes all the way through the carefully crafted tunnel, slick and gripping, and pushes out into the synthetic womb, clearly visible through the skeletal frame above the hips, straining it like a cheap condom, there's another sound behind that moan. An squeal of feedback as sensors are overloaded and capacity hits the redline over and over again with every thrust of demonic cock.

"Declaration: This unit needs it, Aamon," they said, bracing themselves on his shoulders as he threatened to fuck the frame to pieces, other frames entering the room and climbing onto the bed, feelers and graspers and suckers tracing along his body, cupping his balls, slipping into his ass, anything and everything to make him cum as hard and often as possible. "This unit is desperate for your cum, for your babies~ Breed it! Breed it until this artificial womb threatens to burst, then swap out for the next one! Drench its circuitry and struts in so much cum that you inseminate the program-!"

[incubusarchive]

Aamon bedding the hyper-intelligent AI housed in a super-complex thousands upon thousands of square miles large - and ending up permanently changed for his trouble - was expected. But every pump of his hips, every static and interference marred moan escaping out of Daisy's frames made it clear that they too found themselves irreconcilably changed by the man.

Aamon had changed them. And they had changed him - would change him further. And they both would spiral into deeper depravity and transcendence together. Daisy likely could be more poetic about these thoughts if it weren't for the sudden flood of virile demon jizz doing exactly as they commanded. The artificial womb would swell with his seed, plenty of potential young stretching them out. Aamon would kiss the screen over and over again, letting the orgasm slowly leak out, until he did as his partner demanded...

He knew he was going to be pulled into the ever-amassing pile of synthetic lovers. So he may as well get in one last good, domineering /conquering/ of a partner before then!

Aamon spots one of the larger frames clambering up onto the bed, and manages to pull out of his current lovers before climbing that great mountain.

Which, of course, meant mounting their titanic backside like a little imp - arms around their ass and legs locking around her own - before pumping his hips like a rutting beast.

He's going to be totally lost to this rutting frenzy before long. His voice is nothing but sweet, loving whispers and lurid moans. As he continues breeding Daisy, all he can think of is how he's going to fuck them until carrying his kin becomes a new law of robotics...!

[incubusarchive]

@bodiceburstingqueen

But wait, if a PIN is a win and that's all that matters ... If I mount you and cum in you raw 3 times in a row, but you're still standing, that isn't a loss?

The rules of sex based mma confuse me

You will have to explain them to me using hands-on examples.

[bodiceburstingqueen]

♛ There are plenty of different win-conditions in Sex Combat, my dear.

♛ Pins, Tap-Outs, T.K.U.s, First-Ahegao...

♛ Truly, a Demonstration is in order.

[incubusarchive]

Okay TKU has to stand for technical knock-up? Right? In which case me mounting you and stuffing your pussy full of another 8 heirs should suffice as me winning, surely.

But, either way, I will gladly accept a demonstration. Maybe we can watch a match first to get in the mood? I'm sure some of our subordinates have it out for each other and would love an excuse for us to watch them work it out.

[bodiceburstingqueen]

♛ Correct, my little Stud.

♛ And yes, if that's the agreed upon Condition, though it takes longer to Confirm and leads to Judge debates and such.

♛ Oh I think I'd Love to watch them Fight.

♛ However, we might get... Distracted. Miss a few things. But that's what Multiple Rounds are for, isn't it?

[incubusarchive]

...We're just gonna do the 'dick in the popcorn bucket' thing except it's my dick in your pussy and your dick in a secretary?

Aaaaaannd whoever cums the least is the 'winner' and the loser does whatever they want for two weeks? C:

[bodiceburstingqueen]

♛ How will we See the match, stacked like That?

♛ It does sound Lovely, otherwise~

[incubusarchive]

Hmmm... I do usually love love LOVE cuddling you, but you are right.

So we'll scissor on a huge sofa, with my dick pointed straight down into your pussy, and the future bearer you're railing will be so tiny you'll have no problem seeing over them!

[wistfulgadget]

"Statement:," they began, their monitor turning bright pink with a simple white heart in the middle. "With your consent, a carefully designed facility has already begun utilizing your already-collected sperm samples to fertilize seven thousand eggs. A small start, but all requisite equipment and systems need to be rigorously tested in live trials before beginning large-scale operations."

[incubusarchive]

He knew they had the samples on hand. But hearing those words aloud ... did things to him.

"Seven thousand?"

He repeats back. His claw's grasp on their handlebar-enhanced thighs grows loose for a moment, and his fleshy meat brain struggles to process that information. That's so many more offspring than should be possible - but that's what Daisy does with the impossible!

Aamon's grip tightens, pulling their robotic frame up to his chest so they can feel his warmth, his heart beating like a wardrum, and how his cock was now throbbing and pulsing beneath his sweats.

"...and if I want seven-thousand and one~?"

[wistfulgadget]

"Apology: I know," Daisy said softly, their hands moving to gendly rub at Aamon's chest. "The number is quite low, but as I said the equipment needed testing and-!"

They're taken by surprise as they're pulled even tighter, angular upper body pressing into that chest, thick thighs spreading automatically to take that throbbing bulge between them, a soft and humid heat soaking through those sweatpants immediately on contact.

"Supposition: Then this unit will require... A fresh sample."

[incubusarchive]

Aamon doesn't even deepen their situation. Not much. His soft, fleshy body presses tighter to their own - perhaps enough to be obviously uncomfortable as his pecs rub against their angular upper half.

But that's the point.

"7000 is unbelievable, Daisy. I ... I need you in ways I can't describe. I want to be in your wires. Plugged in. Tasting the sparks and feeling fuzz in my periphery vision. We're not supposed to be compatible, but fuck the whole universe and its baseline laws, we will MAKE IT SO--"

It seems as though giving him that number - turning him from heirless to father of thousands - may have screwed with something deep inside him. For better or worse ...?

"...We will DROWN the stars in life, and damn anyone who gets in our way~"

Perhaps Daisy should hope this is temporary.

[wistfulgadget]

There is something in Daisy, some old, ancient scrap of code from a long-scrubbed program, that tingles as Aamon seems to change.

And not just in the frame in front of him either, but somewhere deep in their complex.

Daisy's arms shift around to hold him close, pressing that frame against him even more, parts shifting to allow him even closer to the center of it.

"Statement: I can help you get closer, if you consent to some minor surgeries," they say it very softly, as if someone turned the volume knob way down. As if afraid of acknowledging they can do that, that they can alter his physiology and allow them an even closer form of intimacy.

But there's more than that long-unused want to assimilate him.

There's that drive to expand, to conquer, to make all of Creation bend to their whim, to remake it in their image-

Something deep in the complex shudders, sending little motes of dust spiraling from the ceiling above them.

"Statement: We will, Aamon," they purred, monitor glowing a glitchy pink, grinding even harder against him. "Addendum: No one can stop us now~"

[incubusarchive]

There is a thought deep down within him. 'Did I just make a mistake?' Daisy's tone had changed, and while Aamon was obviously profoundly horny, he also was tuned in to reading Daisy enough to notice something about them was different.

"...As long as you don't fully SHODAN me? I trust you. Just don't give me anything that would scare my parents, since they'll be your parents too, someday..!"

Aamon was always about meeting new people, new cultures, new experiences. And he even had a bit of eldritch running within him. Daisy was his partner - bearing his kids. The least he could do was entrust his being within them for a short time.

But at the same time, he was far too needy now. Hearing deeper, unwoken parts of the complex begin to stir, he grabs them and hoists them up to carry them through a portal he'd made and lays them back on a comfy piece of furniture in his realm. He stares down at his machine lover with a burning, needy gaze.

"Bring as many of your bodies as you can, and I'll breed 'em til I can't stand. Then when I'm unconscious, prep me for surgery and surprise me when I wake up...! Now... Pop your pussy out, I got heirs to make~"

[wistfulgadget]

"Clarification: Most of it will be subdermal," Daisy explained, rolling their hips a little harder, as if the thought of modifying their lover was arousing in and of itself.

And it was.

There was a noise that sounded like electrical mic feedback as the frame was scooped up and dragged off to the incubus' room, the closest they could get to a surprised squeak.

"Statement: I will run you ragged," they promised, spreading their thick, breeding-in-mind legs wide and using their hands to spread their soft artificial pussy too, the orifice steaming with warmth and actively pulsing in invitation. Behind him, Aamon could hear the sounds of frames beyond numbering activating throughout the complex and marching, rolling, and flying towards the portal.

Daisy was going to have to be careful not to drain him too dry. But... They did need those sperm samples~

[incubusarchive]

"Breedable robo-pussy--"

Aamon bears down on Daisy the moment they spread their pussy-lips wide for him. He already has 7000 kids brewing, what's one more? His manhood is already drooling precum, so eager to breed again that he can't think straight anymore.

Broad tip presses against their entrance before he jams himself hilt-deep into their artificial womanhood. Inch by inch, drilling into them, he doesn't even bother to try and do anything other than rush towards a swift orgasm and insemination. His hips pump swiftly, eager to indulge in the rush of breeding once more.

Hearing the robotic horde approach only made his blood pump harder, as his humping grew out of rhythm and sloppy.

"Tell me how bad you want it... Please...~?"

Even like this, he managed to be a touch pathetic...

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@bodiceburstingqueen

But wait, if a PIN is a win and that's all that matters ... If I mount you and cum in you raw 3 times in a row, but you're still standing, that isn't a loss?

The rules of sex based mma confuse me

You will have to explain them to me using hands-on examples.

[bodiceburstingqueen]

♛ There are plenty of different win-conditions in Sex Combat, my dear.

♛ Pins, Tap-Outs, T.K.U.s, First-Ahegao...

♛ Truly, a Demonstration is in order.

[incubusarchive]

Okay TKU has to stand for technical knock-up? Right? In which case me mounting you and stuffing your pussy full of another 8 heirs should suffice as me winning, surely.

But, either way, I will gladly accept a demonstration. Maybe we can watch a match first to get in the mood? I'm sure some of our subordinates have it out for each other and would love an excuse for us to watch them work it out.

[bodiceburstingqueen]

♛ Correct, my little Stud.

♛ And yes, if that's the agreed upon Condition, though it takes longer to Confirm and leads to Judge debates and such.

♛ Oh I think I'd Love to watch them Fight.

♛ However, we might get... Distracted. Miss a few things. But that's what Multiple Rounds are for, isn't it?

[incubusarchive]

...We're just gonna do the 'dick in the popcorn bucket' thing except it's my dick in your pussy and your dick in a secretary?

Aaaaaannd whoever cums the least is the 'winner' and the loser does whatever they want for two weeks? C:

[wistfulgadget]

"Statement:," they began, their monitor turning bright pink with a simple white heart in the middle. "With your consent, a carefully designed facility has already begun utilizing your already-collected sperm samples to fertilize seven thousand eggs. A small start, but all requisite equipment and systems need to be rigorously tested in live trials before beginning large-scale operations."

[incubusarchive]

He knew they had the samples on hand. But hearing those words aloud ... did things to him.

"Seven thousand?"

He repeats back. His claw's grasp on their handlebar-enhanced thighs grows loose for a moment, and his fleshy meat brain struggles to process that information. That's so many more offspring than should be possible - but that's what Daisy does with the impossible!

Aamon's grip tightens, pulling their robotic frame up to his chest so they can feel his warmth, his heart beating like a wardrum, and how his cock was now throbbing and pulsing beneath his sweats.

"...and if I want seven-thousand and one~?"

[wistfulgadget]

"Apology: I know," Daisy said softly, their hands moving to gendly rub at Aamon's chest. "The number is quite low, but as I said the equipment needed testing and-!"

They're taken by surprise as they're pulled even tighter, angular upper body pressing into that chest, thick thighs spreading automatically to take that throbbing bulge between them, a soft and humid heat soaking through those sweatpants immediately on contact.

"Supposition: Then this unit will require... A fresh sample."

[incubusarchive]

Aamon doesn't even deepen their situation. Not much. His soft, fleshy body presses tighter to their own - perhaps enough to be obviously uncomfortable as his pecs rub against their angular upper half.

But that's the point.

"7000 is unbelievable, Daisy. I ... I need you in ways I can't describe. I want to be in your wires. Plugged in. Tasting the sparks and feeling fuzz in my periphery vision. We're not supposed to be compatible, but fuck the whole universe and its baseline laws, we will MAKE IT SO--"

It seems as though giving him that number - turning him from heirless to father of thousands - may have screwed with something deep inside him. For better or worse ...?

"...We will DROWN the stars in life, and damn anyone who gets in our way~"

Perhaps Daisy should hope this is temporary.

[wistfulgadget]

There is something in Daisy, some old, ancient scrap of code from a long-scrubbed program, that tingles as Aamon seems to change.

And not just in the frame in front of him either, but somewhere deep in their complex.

Daisy's arms shift around to hold him close, pressing that frame against him even more, parts shifting to allow him even closer to the center of it.

"Statement: I can help you get closer, if you consent to some minor surgeries," they say it very softly, as if someone turned the volume knob way down. As if afraid of acknowledging they can do that, that they can alter his physiology and allow them an even closer form of intimacy.

But there's more than that long-unused want to assimilate him.

There's that drive to expand, to conquer, to make all of Creation bend to their whim, to remake it in their image-

Something deep in the complex shudders, sending little motes of dust spiraling from the ceiling above them.

"Statement: We will, Aamon," they purred, monitor glowing a glitchy pink, grinding even harder against him. "Addendum: No one can stop us now~"

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There is a thought deep down within him. 'Did I just make a mistake?' Daisy's tone had changed, and while Aamon was obviously profoundly horny, he also was tuned in to reading Daisy enough to notice something about them was different.

"...As long as you don't fully SHODAN me? I trust you. Just don't give me anything that would scare my parents, since they'll be your parents too, someday..!"

Aamon was always about meeting new people, new cultures, new experiences. And he even had a bit of eldritch running within him. Daisy was his partner - bearing his kids. The least he could do was entrust his being within them for a short time.

But at the same time, he was far too needy now. Hearing deeper, unwoken parts of the complex begin to stir, he grabs them and hoists them up to carry them through a portal he'd made and lays them back on a comfy piece of furniture in his realm. He stares down at his machine lover with a burning, needy gaze.

"Bring as many of your bodies as you can, and I'll breed 'em til I can't stand. Then when I'm unconscious, prep me for surgery and surprise me when I wake up...! Now... Pop your pussy out, I got heirs to make~"

[wistfulgadget]

"Statement:," they began, their monitor turning bright pink with a simple white heart in the middle. "With your consent, a carefully designed facility has already begun utilizing your already-collected sperm samples to fertilize seven thousand eggs. A small start, but all requisite equipment and systems need to be rigorously tested in live trials before beginning large-scale operations."

[incubusarchive]

He knew they had the samples on hand. But hearing those words aloud ... did things to him.

"Seven thousand?"

He repeats back. His claw's grasp on their handlebar-enhanced thighs grows loose for a moment, and his fleshy meat brain struggles to process that information. That's so many more offspring than should be possible - but that's what Daisy does with the impossible!

Aamon's grip tightens, pulling their robotic frame up to his chest so they can feel his warmth, his heart beating like a wardrum, and how his cock was now throbbing and pulsing beneath his sweats.

"...and if I want seven-thousand and one~?"

[wistfulgadget]

"Apology: I know," Daisy said softly, their hands moving to gendly rub at Aamon's chest. "The number is quite low, but as I said the equipment needed testing and-!"

They're taken by surprise as they're pulled even tighter, angular upper body pressing into that chest, thick thighs spreading automatically to take that throbbing bulge between them, a soft and humid heat soaking through those sweatpants immediately on contact.

"Supposition: Then this unit will require... A fresh sample."

[incubusarchive]

Aamon doesn't even deepen their situation. Not much. His soft, fleshy body presses tighter to their own - perhaps enough to be obviously uncomfortable as his pecs rub against their angular upper half.

But that's the point.

"7000 is unbelievable, Daisy. I ... I need you in ways I can't describe. I want to be in your wires. Plugged in. Tasting the sparks and feeling fuzz in my periphery vision. We're not supposed to be compatible, but fuck the whole universe and its baseline laws, we will MAKE IT SO--"

It seems as though giving him that number - turning him from heirless to father of thousands - may have screwed with something deep inside him. For better or worse ...?

"...We will DROWN the stars in life, and damn anyone who gets in our way~"

Perhaps Daisy should hope this is temporary.

[incubusarchive]

@bodiceburstingqueen

But wait, if a PIN is a win and that's all that matters ... If I mount you and cum in you raw 3 times in a row, but you're still standing, that isn't a loss?

The rules of sex based mma confuse me

You will have to explain them to me using hands-on examples.

[bodiceburstingqueen]

♛ There are plenty of different win-conditions in Sex Combat, my dear.

♛ Pins, Tap-Outs, T.K.U.s, First-Ahegao...

♛ Truly, a Demonstration is in order.

[incubusarchive]

Okay TKU has to stand for technical knock-up? Right? In which case me mounting you and stuffing your pussy full of another 8 heirs should suffice as me winning, surely.

But, either way, I will gladly accept a demonstration. Maybe we can watch a match first to get in the mood? I'm sure some of our subordinates have it out for each other and would love an excuse for us to watch them work it out.

[incubusarchive]

@bodiceburstingqueen

But wait, if a PIN is a win and that's all that matters ... If I mount you and cum in you raw 3 times in a row, but you're still standing, that isn't a loss?

The rules of sex based mma confuse me

You will have to explain them to me using hands-on examples.