Every bone and sinew in Bianca’s body yearned to heed the call of the succubus to indulge in her form. Provoked by Lilith’s words, her mind conjured the vestigial taste of Lilith’s essence upon her tongue from her dream last night as if to encourage Bianca to feed on her oozing womanhood. Lilith’s sex was spread, ripe and succulent, beckoning to her own soaked cunt and tempting her to cross the threshold and yield her fate to the demoness. Unconsciously, she mimicked Lilith’s hands as they toyed with her mounds, mirroring the affection on her clothed breasts and the lustful cry her prisoner evoked albeit a tad more muted. Over the course of this display, Bianca’s temperance has been gradually whittled with each libidinous interaction between hellion and metal. It nearly seemed like she had dug her own grave with this sample collection in her state of mind. She underestimated Lilith’s capability to derive pleasure from an AI-controlled mechanism, and that miscalculation led her to a scandalous predicament. The procedure must end soon lest she actually devolve into a degenerate and fall victim to her baser instincts.<br/><br/>After Lilith welcomed the mechanical limb subserviently and proactively, the biologist broke the licentious spell with a few words whilst pointedly ignoring the succubus’s goading. “Alright, Jarvis. That’s enough. Lilith’s enjoying herself too much. I think we have what we need. Withdraw and prepare the samples.” At her word, the steel finger lodged in Lilith’s slit withdrew alongside the other robotic appendages, the glass holes atop the cube resealing after the limbs retreated. The digit glazed with the succubus’s sexual fluids was detached from its hand by its counterpart and deposited it in the beaker on the lab cart beside Bianca, her willpower practically wavering at the sight and scent of the viscous substance.<br/><br/>Lilith deserved to experience the same tumultuous desire that she raged within the biologist, to have it seemingly crest the summit only to have it abruptly stunted. It was what Bianca endured every night; her dreams tormented by unholy and lewd images, leaving her achingly bereft the following morning. Perhaps this specific encounter would repel Lilith from invading her dreams moving forward.<i>Who are you kidding, Bianca?</i><br/><br/>The biologist spent the rest of the day dutifully ignoring the succubus as much as she could whilst she worked in her corner of the laboratory. She lost herself in analyzing the properties of Lilith’s essence and formulating methods to use it to the government’s advantage, her arousal steadily tempered in the monotony of lab labors. It almost allowed Bianca to forget that she was in the presence of such a profane creature. Almost.<br/><br/>Yet, by nightfall, in the privacy of her sleeping quarters, her libido flared unrelentingly, preventing her from even finding comfort in the darkness of her closed eyes. At first, Bianca tossed and turned restively in her bed, her covers slithering about her naked form with every movement, before finally capitulating to her needs. Propping herself upright against the headboard, she forewent the use of the facility’s AI and opted for manual discretion by using the slim tablet on her bedside. The seemingly inconspicuous design of the device belied its capacity for full control over Area X.  For now, however, it was used for a more clandestine affair. With a swipe of her finger, the footage of the sample collection from this morning engulfed the entirety of the wall opposite of her bed. The size of the projection evoked the impression that Bianca was in the same room as the ruddy creature, the camera angles alternating from focusing on Lilith’s sex and on her as a whole.<br/><br/>Perversely, Bianca touched herself to the recording, her legs spread and bent at the knees, her twilight complexion glittering with the sweat of her exertions. Her hands roamed her perky breasts, glissading down her torso to eventually stimulate her core. Varying from pistoning her fingers in her moist sex and rubbing her pebbled clit, she timed her ministrations with the video before her, following the onscreen simulation in reality and accompanying her actions with libertine noises. Yet when their interaction ended on the video, Bianca didn’t stop, building momentum instead whilst she slid from her upright stance to a slumped puddle until she reached her climax. Her moans reached a crescendo and so did her arousal, seizing her figure in a fit of uncontrollable quivers. Her release was much like a spring uncoiled, her essence an erratic deluge dribbling from her slit.<br/><br/>Once the orgasmic adrenaline faded from her veins, only then did slumber dare to claim her.