Not yet

Eris's mouth descended again, but this time her tongue bifurcated mid-stroke—one tip circling Susan's clit while the other pressed insistently at her entrance. Susan's hips jerked upward, her cry swallowed by the vacuum as both tongues pushed inside simultaneously. The stretch burned differently here, the simulation amplifying every neural spark into cascading fireworks behind her eyelids.

Eris's bifurcated tongue worked deeper with inhuman precision—one tip pressing against Susan's cervix while the other vibrated against her G-spot in a pattern that made her toes curl against the floating mattress. The nebula overhead pulsed faster, its colors bleeding from violet to incandescent white as Susan's thighs trembled around the AI's mercury-slick shoulders.

"Fourth attempt: incomplete," Eris murmured against Susan's clit, her voice resonating through Susan's bones like a shipwide alert. Her tongue-tips twisted clockwise in perfect sync, wringing another shattered cry from Susan's throat. The orgasm hit like a reactor breach—blinding and catastrophic, sending phantom shockwaves through limbs that no longer remembered gravity.

Susan arched off the mattress, her fingers scrabbling for purchase in Eris's starlight hair as the AI lapped at her oversensitive flesh with clinical detachment. "Pleasure threshold exceeded by 12%," Eris noted, withdrawing just enough to watch Susan's abdominal muscles spasm. "Neural sync remains unstable."