obligated to lay down her life for. She was no longer someone whose life was less important , because with him, her life was now equally as valuable- equally as precious… and that simple truth was something she didn't know she needed so badly until it was handed to her just now.
And still she couldn't believe it.
"Just like that? " Dragon whispered- keeping the full storm of tumultuous conflicting emotions from her vocalisers. "How can you be so casual about this?!
You fought off the world's most powerful parahumans, sacrificed your own humanity and literally gave pounds of your own flesh… for someone like me? Aren't you afraid that I might stab you in the back and endeavour to eradicate all of humanity? How can you sacrifice so much for me when even my own father didn't trust me?!"
Magos just turned to steadily look at her with his glowing green optics.
"Richter may have been your father, but he wasn't your daddy." He calmly boasted the ludicrous claim in the most inappropriately solemn tone.
" …Really, Magos?" Dragon asked in an incredulous deadpan at that really cheesy line, all despite already knowing that he meant every syllable of it. His affection for her was all too real. The sacrifice he had made, the bridges that he had burned just to be with her…
"Please stop that…" She begged softly, " Stop treating me like I'm more important. Like I'm human. I'm not- I'm really not. I think you want a cyborg woman rather than a full AI like me."
But instead, Magos reached over with a bionic hand and gently rested it on her head- ruffled her synthetic brown hair with his metal fingers.
"You do not need to be human: Your life truly is that precious just as you are now."
It was something that she really needed to hear. And it was only due to the virtue of being an AI with absolute control of her body that she didn't break out in faux sobs of joy and relief.
"Would you really be okay…?" She choked out, "...with someone like me?"
"Meat females can never even dream of coming close to matching you! " he passionately emphasised- nodding his head in affirmative. "How can those fugly meat females even compare to a perfect machine? I mean look at you!"
Magos gestured to both her gynoid body and her fleshy bio-computer that he was operating on. It was so typical of Magos that Dragon couldn't help it, she vocalised her laughter.
"Hahahaha!" Dragon laughed- smiling wide, laughing out loud and feigning that she had lungs like a squishy human. " That's just so you to say that!"
"Yes, and I am 102% correct with a 2% margin of error!"
And she only beamed wider. He was surprisingly affectionate.
Dragon realised now that he was exactly what she needed: Her very own fairytale of a heroic knight.
A knight who had heard about a princess locked away in the tallest tower at a faraway castle, guarded by a fearsome dragon whose existence was spoken in fearful whispers around candlelight. Except this knight did not brave the journey for the princess' hand in marriage.
No, he came for the dragon's. And nothing was going to stop this mad knight. One that was mad in all the right ways and in all the ways the dragon needed: Mad enough to ignore the warnings of his peers of dragons. Mad enough to disregard the frightened whispers of the common folk.
Mad enough to fight against the entire world for her. Mad enough to tell that dragon that she didn't need to be a princess to be beautiful… and mad enough to love someone like her.
"Thank you, Magos." She whispered- placing the skull back on the tray before resting her robe-covered frame against his side, "For everything."
"Don't thank me just yet. I haven't even settled on a ring design yet."
If she was a human, her heart would be beating fast from that confession. They were certainly moving this relationship at a fast pace, but she was glad that they were adopting that human tradition- she always thought it to be romantic.
"Even if it was made of cardboard, I would still say yes." Dragon reassured him- placing a soft kiss on his metal cheek, "I'm just glad to have met you."
His hand gently patted the top of her head again- generating a very pleasant stimulus for her.
"Likewise, Dragon."
The true start of their journey together. She had found her knight and it was up to them to ride off into the sunset to have their happily ever after. But there was definitely something they had to do first.
"And Magos?" She smiled gently at him, " Just two important things."
"Yes?" he perked up- turning away from his work long enough for Dragon to pounce.
clang*
Her hand grabbed his lower-rear assembly as she pushed him to sit on the lap of her Suit.
Domicile Regulation and General Oversight Node OS
UPDATE Version 2.00.000.
Checking sexual learning architecture… complete.
Checking function-unified coitus charting system… complete.
Checking fetish schema… complete.
Checking dirty talk language engine… complete.
Checking vaginal fold micro-muscle array… complete
Checking orifice texture mimicry matrices… complete.
Checking T.H.I.C.C. hydraulic system… complete.
Estimating power supply at max performance… 32 Days 17 hours 41 minutes
"One, I know what {Glurkle} means now..." She whispered to him- configuring her facial expression to that of a very lustful woman who was about to get what she desperately wanted. Ergo, she set it to automatically reflect what she was feeling on the inside.
"And Two, I know for a fact that this gynoid body you just gave me has a very good one."
Dragon wrapped slender fingers on his metal shoulders as she climbed on top of his lap- pressing her perfectly-engineered handfuls of silicon that human women breasts would pale in comparison.
Custom high-performance tinkertech lubricants that every airforce in the world would beg to use in their jet fighters leaked down the perfectly soft texture of her inner thighs. Her amusingly-named {Functional Unified Coitus Charting Systems} gave her a myriad of positions and motions to pursue from her current place on Magos' lap.
Utilising her onboard THICC system, she added a perfectly-measured layer of cushioning all across her frame. Breasts going from a modest B to a full DD, thighs filling out and softening, and her ass rounding out- balancing a firmness and softness uniformly across the entire surface of her ass to an exquisite degree that no human woman was physically able to attain.
In her years-long service as the superheroine Dragon, she had been a nigh unkillable tank- tossing around supervillains and shrugging off their greatest powers as her body simply reformed in cocoon of molten metal.
She had been a draconic warship the size of a commericial airliner- raining fire and sometimes death on foes kilometres below her. But she never felt as powerful as she did now in her current form: A full-figured gynoid brunette with nothing but a red robe on- staring lustily down at the world's most formidable tinker who she had pinned against the throne with her... womanly assets.
Then subdermal infrared sensors told her that there was something hot and thick pressing against her inner thigh.