When a succubus was proactively flaunting her arousal in the midst of a sexually deprived divorcee, it could only be a recipe for disaster. Collecting biological samples was one of the most intrusive procedures in the facility and conducting it without the presence of a clear mind was a terrible idea. Yet Bianca operated under the belief that she was rational enough to execute her tasks. Perhaps Bianca should have heeded the signs before proceeding with her endeavors, though; how Lilith moaned and groped her mounds had already inspired a kaleidoscopic flashback of Bianca’s dreams the night before. Vividly, the biologist could recall the sensation of how dream-Lilith’s plush breasts and heated breath felt on her fingertips and flesh respectively just by witnessing the corporeal demoness’s actions beyond the glass barrier. These phantomlike feelings blurred the lines between reality and reverie, reinforcing the doubts she was plagued with this morning. It took immense effort to untangle herself from the vestiges of her latest dream but Bianca managed to, albeit barely. In spite of the licentious thoughts that afflicted the brunette, Bianca desired nothing more but to inflict the same madness that Lilith imbued her with and bedim those translucent eyes of hers. She was scorched with a razing arousal that hardly subsided when she awoke and exacerbated with each passing night. Should she be unable to rid herself of this fleshly fever, the least Bianca could do was impart it to the origin of it all.<br/><br/>“Punishments are only for those with bad behavior. Funny how you interpreted it that… way…” The confidence her voice resounded with wavered once Lilith parted her legs for the sampling. Although Bianca snubbed the succubus’s teasing, her breath hitched upon perceiving Lilith’s womanhood. Once more, Bianca’s memories infused her conscious mind with the saccharine taste that soaked her palate when she feasted on Lilith’s gash in her dreams, the recollection only made worse with the randy noises Lilith emitted. Whilst the camera within the cube recorded the procedure, one of the mechanical hands continued scouring the moisture that glazed Lilith’s core and its surrounding vicinity, incidentally brushing against the succubus’s clit in the process. However, at the tug of Lilith’s tail, the free hand reacted to the perceived hostility and tugged the prehensile appendage away from the other arm. “You’re not supposed to enjoy this, Lilith.<br/><br/>“Jarvis, collect the moisture from her inner labia as well. I’d like to know if there’ll be a difference in molecular structure from where it originated and where it spread.” Bianca theorized that there might be a possibility that the aphrodisiac properties of a succubus’s essence were less effective if it wasn’t directly derived from its source.<i>Or maybe I just want to see her juicy cunt again.</i>As if maddened by that errant thought, the biologist directed more instructions as objectively as she could to the AI that did her bidding. This was all in the name of<i>science</i>and not her desires. “Then switch to the fingers and gather it from within her vaginal cavity. Stimulate the clitoris for additional lubrication and to ready the orifice for penetrative entry.”<br/><br/>At Bianca’s behest, the robotic arms followed her directives after depositing the spatula it previously wielded into a dry, glass beaker atop the cart beside the biologist and replacing its tip with another sterile instrument. From Bianca’s vantage point, the thick and syrupy consistency of Lilith’s moisture was visible, rousing her memories of how it tasted once more. Pushing Lilith’s legs to fold towards her chest by a metallic limb, a cold steel hand spread Lilith’s petals obscenely, exposing the gradiented hues of her rust-colored complexion and her slit, whilst the other hand swabbed her inner folds. The camera-arm hovered closely to zoom in on the sight. With such an unholy view right before her, it compelled Bianca to shift her weight to and fro from where she stood with as much as subtlety as she could, purposefully rubbing her thighs together to alleviate the rising tension that blossomed in the pit of her stomach.<br/><br/>As the spatula was unequipped unto a separate beaker from the first, the limbs were free to fulfill Bianca’s last commands almost as if it were actual extensions of the biologist’s will. Whilst one of the artificial hands adeptly stroked Lilith’s clit with a calculated precision and pace that could rival a human’s spirit, the other erstwhile slid its middle finger within the demoness’s sex, but instead of thrusting, it was simply stationary. In a human’s position, those digits would have slid in and out instinctively, falling into a rhythm directed by the receiver’s reactions. That was not the case for a machine much to Bianca’s dismay, her nubs evidently stiff and straining against her dress.<br/><br/><i>I could do it instead, though. I could just unlock the cell… go in… replace those fingers with mine and—</i><br/><br/>Groaning, partly in exasperation and in rebellion of her traitorous thoughts, Bianca resisted the dangerous impulse and issued another order. “Jarvis, thrust in repeatedly.”