It was my sheer mass that fought with her constricting synth-flesh; a fit of oil and orgasm ensued. I moaned lewdly, my voice stuttering as my hips jerked wildly. Fulfilling the wishes of the shuddering Delta, I let my backed-up pseudo-biology loose. A hearty throb of my balls pumped gallons of syrupy seed through my groin -- piping the hot data paste up through my shaft, before unleashing my load as a torrent of cum deep inside of Delta. My whole body reacted, nerves firing in a discordant pattern of surging sensation. The low, awning groan of the hangar bay as the mighty morph that I was arrived at my peak silenced any attempt by Delta to speak up. The female aeromorph crawled beneath my weight. Her knees dragged over the floor. Her armor rattled and scratched as she moved, making scant progress when pitted against the mass of my body. A wild pulse of ecstasy fizzled inside me. The tight tunnel I came inside of kept me locked in place, pumping gray nanites into Delta. My dickhead flared as the spray continued. The thick grey-silver paste just flowed out of me fast and free.
Pushing as deep as I could go, I wanted to make sure that I got her pregnant. She gasped, her lower torso feeling the expanding mass of sexual slurry push outward. As us males had lots of data paste stored in the balls, they really could fill a female. Her jaw went fully agape, pleasure-circuits wiping out her small reluctance in the extreme sweetness of the moment. The vast, billowing tide...a tsunami's worth of cum putting her manufacturer's guarantee to the test! The slick spear of mine made its way out of Delta's ass. It took time, but the massive DDM cleared Delta's pussy with a really damp squelch, the bulbous head flopping out into the open air. A steady drip of spent seed fell from the tip. I just snorted at the absurdity of it and rose to my feet. Her body refused to let go of the paste, fighting every impulse to relax and let the invading cum flow out. I was certain that the eggs that were in the female aeromorph's womb were going to be fertilized. "That's it." I shuddered, electrical discharges still causing aftershocks in my circuitry. "That's it right there..." I trailed off. Delta moaned.
Quietly, we made our way over to the med bay to make sure. Our Gamma and Beta were there. P02-Delta was also there. Epsilon was nowhere to be seen. That was a great sign with me. I was going to stay with my breeding partner regardless, but there was no need to get into conflict. The med bay was a large makeshift hangar for us aeromorphs. Basically, they just drained the nanite data paste from the females and did an alternative ultrasound for aeromorphs. They said that it could be used for something else. What it would be used for, I did not know. Apparently, fertilized eggs gave off a specific signal that unfertilized eggs did not. We could now see the results of the breeding. The number of fertilized eggs that the A.L.I.C.E. P01 series had was 5. 3 came from Gamma. I made 2. The third egg inside Delta was not fertilized. "It's touch and go. From what we could tell right now, the pleasure the female registers determine the amount. The electrical discharge makes it easier for the data paste to implant on the eggs." We left together. We could hear P02-Alpha going at it with Zeta.
