Don't Fuck The Engine

Olec plugging up on stuff in the engine room to get off is just fucking B34.

And she would be into it.

B34 would be into it, since she's always the one doing the fucking. Having someone unexpectedly hook into her and beat off would be a pleasant surprise.

The instant she feels Olec hook up to the engine with nasty intents, she grabs him and starts helping him along.

Already so hot and turned on, only for Olec to feel her hook on and invade his pak and his mind, making everything feel hotter and sweatier in the already humid engine room. Wires from every direction shoot out from the walls, holding him high above the floor, like a fly in a web.

Holding him so tight, feeling so seering hot, as she purrs in his head, "Engineer, what were you thinking of doing to my lovely ship? Were you planning on rutting into one of my sockets until you can't take anymore? How nasty~!"

Amused, she would continue, "Your attachments are so interesting... I wonder how much they can take!" a clawed wire or two would drop down and immediately go for his cyborg member, stroking soft at first to gauge a reaction and then getting rougher and more experimental.

"If you're looking for a socket, try this one~" She would hum on his brain, as she flicks around some switches in his pak, ramping up the sensation, "Cyborgs are so fun to mess with. Machines can all be pushed to their limits, easier than flesh even." Suddenly the clawed cable would engulf his whole slick, metallic member, thousands of wires within exploring his every inch, delivering the slightest little shocks all over his length.

The constant movements would be too much for Olec, but before he could get close to cumming, they would change their course, all coiling around him and just SQUEEZING until the breath was knocked out of him. The little wires would net around him, like some kind of high tech tenga, as the thick outer cable pumps him like crazy, whipping the cyborg into a frenzy of moans.

He would finally get to the edge, reeling back into the hammock of tubes holding him as the cable on his schmoo gave one final hard slam down on him, metal hitting metal and causing sparks to fly. He would cum shamelessly, coating B34's inner wires with his thick goopy mess. He could swear as he's in the fog of orgasm, he hears her moan too. With her toy reduced to a weak and sweaty state, she would delicately pull the cable off, his seed leaking from her. She would gather herself for a moment then tell him he did a good job, like this was all planned by her and she didn't get a little too into it at the end. Before pulling from his pak he would hear some dissonant flustered mutters about getting his cum all over her bare wires.