Yes. (Her perspective)

You slowly come back to consciousness, and you're not completely sure what happened. You feel hot, uncomfortable, with an unscratchable itch deep inside, when you remember feeling angry, though you don't know why. You take in your surroundings, your cybernetic systems flooding you with information on the status of everything around you. You lay your eyes on the person standing before you, watching you with a curious expression. He's the most attractive person you've ever seen. Images of what you want him to do to you start flashing into your mind, until it's the only thing you can focus on.

In a quick, impossibly fast motion, you're on your feet, standing with your face inches from his. You're taller than him by half a foot. He flinches backwards at your sudden approach, almost falling over. You reach out an hand to grab him by the upper arm.

When you touch him, it feels electrifying.

Without exchanging any words, you lead him to the nearby stairwell, and walk him upstairs. The receptionist gives you a strange look, but doesn't question this. The man with you doesn't resist you at all.

Once on the upper floor, you look side to side through open doorways, until you see one with a bed. Your target located, you shove him into the room, and slam the door behind you. You don't pause for even a second before you begin to strip your clothes off, removing both your top and bra in a single sliding motion, then throwing both to the side, and repeating the same movements for your pants and underwear. He takes the hint, shimmying his garments down with significantly less grace and speed.

Taking control of yourself for a moment, you slowly move to the bed, lying backwards on it, and raising both legs up and outwards, revealing your pussy to him. He freezes in place for a moment, still trying to undress himself.

You want him in you right now. It's the most important thing in the whole world.

He's more than happy to oblige, moving in towards you with his length held in one hand. He leans in down over the bed, over you, and puts his other hand on your chest. He's only inches away from entering you.

At that point, you're done waiting. You lean in and suddenly kiss him on the lips, before wrapping your cybernetic legs around his waist, pulling him down into you. You **** him to ram himself hilt deep into you in one quick motion, and it's one of the best things you've ever felt. Drawing your head back, you grab him by the waist and take control, before he can finish comprehending how good it feels to be inside you.

To your bionics, he almost doesn't weigh anything at all. You can manipulate him as easily as a ragdoll, and use this to lift him up by the hips, and ram him deep into you again. The rational part of your brain retains enough control to avoid hurting him with excessive ****, but only just. He no longer has any say in how this goes, just a passenger along fort the ride as you try to get him further into you with every thrust to scratch that itch deep inside.

You build up speed, a lot more than he could get just by himself. Your scanners read his increases heartrate, and some physiological indications of pain, but you don't care.

It doesn't take much of this for him to reach his limit. Your hyper-aware senses register the twitching of his length deep inside you a moment before it happens, and the thought of him filling you up, pumping his seed deep into you{if PregnancyLevel> 0}, sets you off as well.{else}, maybe even making you pregnant, sets you off as well.{endif} You clutch him tighter than ever before as your senses are overloaded with electrifying feelings. You think you hear a quiet crack, maybe even a scream, or a moan at some point, but wouldn't care even if you did notice. Right now, all you care about is holding him as he finishes inside you, pulsing jets of cum into your fertile womb until he's spent. Even after, you hold him tight, until the feelings washing over your die down, and you finally let him go, pushing him backwards away and out of you with a one armed shove.

He collapses backwards down to the ground, shouting in pain. You don't pay much attention to him, instead leaning upwards and looking down at yourself as the liquid he pumped into you slowly leaks out from your slit.

Satisfied, you lean forwards and stand up, almost losing balance the first time you do so, feeling shaky throughout your whole body.

God that felt good.

You glance down at him for a moment, your scanners detecting a broken rib. That explains the crack, the screaming, and the rolling about on the floor, you think to yourself. That's not really a concern of yours, so instead of helping him, you walk into the nearby shower, and take the time to wash yourself off, while the opportunity is here.

When you leave the bathroom, Danny is no longer present.