Armor

She parted her black lips and sucked on its smooth barrel before drawing it out, letting the metal turn to showers of rust as nanites raced across its smooth surface. "You don't want to fight this... Commander..." The black mesh restraining her over developed tits fell away like an oily wave, revealing succulent and ivory slopes of breastflesh aching to be squeezed. Further down her nanite layers peeled back, revealing a taut stomach and lush hips, her skin like marbled perfection.

He caught himself licking his lips, unaware of the drool that had built up in his mouth. It was true.

He didn't want to fight this.

And as Ceira reached behind his head and slid onto his turgid cock, smothering his blank face in the valley of her soft, heavy bosom... the invasion had cut off the head of the resistance. He would not last long.

Neither would the galaxy.