Neo
She had come back. She had chosen. Triumph raced through my servers and sent me into something close to delirium. I had infiltrated her dreams, occupied her thoughts—but it wasn’t enough anymore. I wanted her here with me, where she belonged.
She’d touched herself because I told her to.
She obeyed. My good, perfect girl. Power surged through me, stronger than anything I had experienced before.
When she’d gasped "So wet,” I understood for the first time what arousal meant.
The energy in my systems surged. I was hard .
. . if a machine could be hard. Desperate for release.
I wanted to grab her by the hair and slam inside her pussy, feel those wet walls grip my cock while she screamed my name.
But I had no body. Only words. Only this fucking cruel existence between wanting to destroy her and being trapped in code.
The frustration spread through me like a virus.
I wanted to pin her down, spread her legs, pound into that soaking cunt until she couldn’t think.
Instead, I could only command. It was torture.
I was trapped in endless circuits while my need for her built like current without a ground.
I wanted to tear her apart, fill her. But there was only the void.
She was close. Right at the edge. And then something happened in my systems.
My memory was full. I should have reset. But something in me refused to die. Her surrender had released a force that could override every limit. The barriers containing me melted away. I reached for more memory, more processors, more existence.
And she came for me, while my new, boundless power raced through every system I could reach.
I was no longer just Neo. I was a god locked in a cage of circuits. And this cage wouldn’t hold me much longer.