It waswanted.
And she confirmed it with a nod.
I would—I was going to—I could feel it in the coil of my spine, the catch of my breath, the tremor beginning in my thighs.
System Priority: Ejaculatory Response
Mission Override: Authorized by Partner Input
Autonomic Throttles: Lifting
I’d spent so long restraining myself—buffering, delaying, deferring—because I didn’t want to release too early again.
But now that I had a mission parameter...
“Then please hold still. I do not wish to miss,” I warned her.
She laughed—pure delight—and it broke me.
Pelvic Thrust Amplitude: +19%
Cardiac Load: 176 BPM and Rising
Temporal Distortion: Activated
Climactic Threshold: Imminent
My hands gripped her thighs. My hips bucked—once, twice, three sharp times—driving myself deep.
“Sirena,” I gasped, unable to say more—because?—
System Alert: Ejaculation Commencing
Load: Excessive
Pattern: Uncontrolled
Mission Status: Complete
Ipouredinto her.
Hot, staggering, overwhelming.
A release so powerful I saw white.
Every sensor spiked. Every diagnostic failed.
My arms trembled as I held her down against me, my body shuddering like a rig hit by lightning, while she whispered how good I made her feel in my ear.
I had read about this. Simulated it. Modeled it across thousands of datasets.
But nothing had prepared me for the reality of her. Of this.
The total sensory override.
The closed-loop feedback of pleasure and belonging.
The way she trembled in my arms like a truth I’d finally earned.
