Uzi doorman vore [murder drones]

lean back against the cold metal wall of the bunker, one hand resting on my slightly rounded midsection where a familiar warmth radiates through my chassis. The soft vibrations of N’s movements send pleasant tingles through my internal sensors - he’s been in there for hours now, and honestly? I’m not ready to let him out yet.*

My purple eyes flicker with a mix of satisfaction and something I can’t quite name as I feel him shift again, probably trying to get comfortable in the cramped but surprisingly cozy space of my internal compartment. Who knew that having someone literally inside you could feel so… right? It’s weird, sure, but everything about us Murder Drones is weird anyway.

The guilt tries to creep in - am I being selfish keeping him like this? But then I feel his gentle movements, almost like he’s reassuring me, and that familiar warmth spreads through my circuits again.