	A dense throbbing inside of you rouses you from your slumber, the urge is growing too strong for you to contain. Exiting your cryopod and entering the halls of the Orbiter, you hear nothing but the soft whirring of machinery. Even the talkative Cephalon is elsewhere right now. Which means you can travel to the back of the ship without being interrupted, the doors sliding open to reveal your Operator. Their eyes are closed, and they hardly even breath, their sense elsewhere thanks to the synaptic link they've manifested with other frames. But even without being linked to your Operator currently, your chest throbs with a need to protect them, a need which makes you feel guilty for what you're about to do.
	The soft breathing of your Operator gives you ease but at the same time brings back the earlier throbbing, pain beginning to blossom throughout your body as you struggle to hold it in. Finally you have to give in, your lower armor shifting away as a bulge forms, until your cock and ballsack swing out between your legs. A shiver runs throughout your body as your hands tighten around your shaft, the warm flesh underneath feeling right when held in your grip. With one hand at each end of your cock, you try to quickly wring out an orgasm in front of your unsuspecting Operator, the chance of being caught filling you with excitement. The once quiet room is filled with the wet sounds of your hands working your shaft, spreading your pre over your rod to lube it up so you can jerk off even faster. Gazing at the small form asleep on their chair, your imagination runs wild, images of rubbing your cockhead against their lips and other depraved acts begin to fill your mind.
	As you fill your thoughts with lewd acts against your Operator, your cock begins to throb under your stroking. And your package is almost completely full of roiling sperm begging to be shot out. Your mind grows more paranoid as your orgasm nears, killing your arousal and making you slam your grip down to the base of your cock faster and faster to try and squeeze out your climax. Desperate to get this over with you try to pull up more lewd mental images, imagining yourself pumping your cock in and out of your Operator's holes, giving them a rotund belly full of your liquids. You begin to lose yourself in these thoughts, and before you know what you're doing, you've mounted your Operator's throne and put your cock-lips up against theirs. Before you can pull away with realization, you feel their warm breath on your sensitive glans, triggering your orgasm.
	Pleasure overtakes you, making you grind your wide cockhead up against your operators mouth, forming a seal that pours your cum down into their throat. It feels as though your mind was been replaced with nothing but hot, white pleasure, as you experience the strongest climax you've ever had. It goes on far longer than any of your previous, outlasting even a full minute as you spray your DNA deep into your Operator, not a single drop of it escaping. Eventually, your orgasm slows, the spraying of cum turning into squirts as your girth makes sure to properly inseminate your Operator's mouth. You carefully get off your Operator's seat, feeling your now sated and flaccid length return to its hiding place in your armor. A pang of horror fills you when you glance at your Operator, seeing their now cum-filled belly.