curtains, no? "
With a mental command, I directed the Manufactorum's omnispex, and auger array inwards at him- observing the hero in such detail that I could almost count the molecules on him. His Corona Pollentia lay clearly visible between the frontal and parietal lobes of his brain. To think, this little golf ball-sized mass of xeno parasite granted control over all the myriad powers and Endbringers that he had. Fascinating really, but also quite disgusting as all flesh was.
Even now, the omnispex and Auger array detected nanoscopic folds in space. Neural activity leading from and to nowhere. Artificial perturbations in higher and lower dimensions were also present- basically the behind-the-scenes wires and VFX tricks that fool lesser minds into thinking it's 'magic superpowers.' It was hilarious now that I think about it.
I really need to find a cape that I can experiment on... But for now, let's see what happens when I slip the lens of my camera to the other side for just a moment.
"[Canoptek Spyder, fabricate (15 micrograms) of {Nanoscarabs} " I commanded the floating metal spider at the corner of my manufactorum which immediately complied- weaving its web of eldritch green energies as it lowered down to where Eidolon and I were as if we were small flies at the centre of its web.
" Hold still... this won't hurt at all... " I told the sleeping Cauldron hero as I directed the {Nanoscarabs}. The insect-like nanomachines slipped through the weave of his costume, past his hair follicles, through the tiny gap between his skull's plates in coronal suture, sliding across the very smooth surface of his brain and onto that xeno-parasite latched onto his brain.
With the multidimensional nature of {Nanoscarabs} paired with [Way of the Void Dragon, I was able to maintain a live feed even as the nanites slipped in the unguarded fissure separating dimensions.
And saw a pair of amazing tits.
[Low Earth Orbit]
Endbringer monitoring satellites blared warnings to their respective nations and masters as they detected unexpected movement from the Simurgh. Not a deviation from her orbit, but rather an odd gesture that had never been seen before. Especially odd since the Endbringer often stayed completely still during her hibernation in Low Earth Orbit, like a massive pale statue.
The Simurgh extended her arms out- trying to catch something that wasn't there...
Thinkers were scrambled as they began deciphering the recording with their powers. Trying to sense whatever invisible or intangible thing the Endbringer received. They could not parse the Endbringer herself, but everything around her was fair game; and yet, they couldn't see or sense it. Nothing but empty space, and all around the world, Thinkers could only scratch their heads and wonder what caused it.
[Magos' Manufactorum, Basement Level 6]
Atomantic reactor temperatures stabilising…
"M-mm~" I heard Dragon transmit her whimper as I pulled out of her well-fucked robussy with a quiet Litany of Disconnecting. Her pink feminine lips promptly clamped shut to keep the steamy contents inside.
"Actual sex is so insanely good. No wonder humans are so obsessed with it." Dragon murmured softly as she leaned back against her partially-reassembled Suit. A deep sigh of sexual satisfaction leaving her kissable lips as she rode out the tiny aftershocks of pleasure- her exquisite body shivering slightly in full view. Flawless soft skin coloured like light caramel and just as sweet, a graceful hourglass figure that she could make as slender or as thicc as either of us liked, and dark brown synth-hair that framed her perfectly perky pair of DD breasts.
Dragon's brown eyes caught the way I was looking at her and she smirked- pushing those soft but deceptively powerful thighs open to expose herself.
"Are you sure we can't keep going just a bit more, lover?" She pleaded softly- a pair of slender fingers spreading her pink petals open in a blatant invitation back inside her quivering folds."Please?"
"The Warp isn't something to take lightly." I said to her as I gave her headpats instead, "Don't worry though. Once we upgrade your core from meat to synthetic bio-plastic, you'll be able to go for much longer."
Warp Abasement Permeation in Dragon's core: 67.3% 7%... High
When I endeavored to have mind-meltingly good sex, I didn't think we'd actually approach that point, but here we were. There was no such thing as chaos corruption here in the Wormverse, but Dragon's soul- though distinctly not human- was still a variant of a mortal soul. I wasn't about to risk her so soon after ensuring she lived, especially since it was her soul. Which was several degrees more worrying to lose than her mind and memories.
"Mmm.. you still haven't explained what the Warp is and how you're using it to make me cum." Dragon pouted even as she leaned into the touch, and I gestured like I was rolling my eyes.
"I'll explain it when we're both ready..." I reassured the inquisitive AI, "Just as incorrectly transporting flammables from one location to another presents a significant danger of fire. Incorrectly conveying knowledge of the Warp poses a significant cognitohazard for minds both human and otherwise..."
"Alright, I trust you..." Dragon whispered back, "But that's a promise, right?"
"Which one? The explanation or the sex?"
"Both, naturally." she smirked saucily.
"Yes, you insatiable sexy AI. it's a promise."
"Thanks, Magos." Dragon said with a satisfied smile, "I guess we should move on to work-related matters, huh?"
She pushed herself onto her feet and rolled her joints. Momentarily, she glanced at her bio-computer core that was still being repaired then at her hibernating younger self in the other room who was now formally acting as her secondary backup (and likely also our readily-available sub from now on). Thanks to her, the damage to Dragon's memories were now completely repaired... and she definitely developed a fetish or two after that kinky first time.
"Magos…" Dragon murmured- looking at me with a serious expression, "How are things with the PRT? My optics and auditory sensors were shut down by Ascalon just after we lifted off from the Rig. Did anything else happen after we escaped?"
"With their forcefield bridge sabotaged and no flyers on their roster, the Protectorate weren't able to pursue until we arrived at the manufactorum. I also abducted Eidolon to give us a bit of breathing room while I repaired you, but now that you're up and about I plan to hand him over to the PRT in a few short minutes."
"They didn't change their minds then..." she murmured- the deep frown on her face conveying how upset she was at how her allies had turned on her so quickly. "Also, you managed to capture Eidolon? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you managed that."
"Then the Dragonslayers attacked with the 44 Dragonflight Suits they stole when they activated Ascalon. However, the servitors, the Chloe-skitarii, and the Atrax Siegewalker all have the situation handled for the most part."
"What?!" Dragon yelled in surprise, "You mean to say that we launched into an hour-long sex marathon while the city burned around us?!"
"Yes." I shrugged, "I couldn't say no with you climbing onto my lap like that, now could I?"
Dragon glared at me with a blush.
"I need to handle this personally: They're my Suits after all." She stated to me firmly- glancing around for the way out of the basement.
"Your core is still very vulnerable." I reminded her of her mortality- glancing at the bio-computer that we were still painstakingly repairing, "You are not properly consecrated against power effects right now, and neither do you even have a working Suit to pilot. We can go out and handle this together when you're not risking yourself so flagrantly. For now, however, I can generate a detailed situation report for you."
But being her heroic self, Dragon just frowned even more.
"No, Magos, I-"
"You're much too important for me, and I don't want to risk losing you." I interrupted her, and that stopped her protest in its tracks.
"That last sentence is downright cheating." Dragon murmured with a blush, "How am I supposed to say no when you say something like that? Fine, just give me the sitrep. But if I think you need my help, then you're going to have it."
"That's acceptable." I readily told her- meeting her eyes and using tight-beam transmission to mentally and digitally effected the transfer of large data to her.
Establishing Local Noospheric connection to Waifu Desig. 'Dragon'…
Opening Port… TCP Handshake completed. Ready to receive. =
Commencing Data-Transfer… =