That early morning pull from sleep in Judy's apartment? It tugged at V like a subtle quickhack easing into her system—gradual, insistent, her body stirring before her mind fully booted up, the remnants of the previous day's passion and rescue lingering like a warm afterglow mixed with the faint ache of exertion. She yawned deep and wide, her crimson lips parting as she stretched her arms above her head, the soft sheets shifting around her legs in a tangled mess that reminded her of the way she and Judy had ended up entwined the night before, bodies slick and spent from their intimate explorations. Alone in the bed for the moment, V felt that human grogginess weigh heavy on her, a vulnerability that no amount of chrome could fully erase in this sprawling metropolis of endless nights and brutal days. Her voluptuous form came alive in that lazy, sensual way—those full, heavy breasts rising prominently with each deep breath, pressing against the thin, sweat-damp fabric of the loose tank she'd slept in, the material clinging just enough to outline their perfect, rounded shape and the faint peaks of her nipples perking up in the cool, recycled air of the room. The apartment's ambient lights, set to a soft dawn simulation by Judy's tech rigs, cast gentle shadows across her pale skin, highlighting the subtle glow of her subdermal tattoos that flickered like distant cherry blossoms when her pulse quickened from dreams of chases and close calls. V's narrow waist twisted slightly as she arched her back, feeling the subtle soreness from yesterday's romp—Judy's hands had been everywhere, groping and squeezing with that mix of tenderness and wild hunger—and her wide, hypnotic hips settled back down, her ass—firm and rounded from countless rooftop leaps and merc hustles—sinking into the mattress with a soft give that made her sigh contentedly, a human sound in a world that often demanded she be more machine than woman.
She blinked slowly, her Kiroshi optics humming faintly to life with that familiar blue glow, adjusting to the low light as they reflected off the scattered tech on the bedside table—a data shard here, a neural interface cable there. The room was still that cozy haven Judy had crafted: walls adorned with vibrant holo-art depicting swirling braindance sequences that pulsed faintly like captured emotions, shelves crammed with modern technical equipment for her BD editing job—the rigs humming softly with idle processing power, screens flickering with raw footage of highs and lows from virtual worlds. The air carried a faint scent of coffee brewing automatically in the kitchenette, mixed with the lingering musk of their passion from the night before, stirring a low heat in V's core even as sleep's fog clung to her. V rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, feeling that human stiffness in her neck from sleeping in an unfamiliar bed, a yawn escaping her again as she sat up more fully, the sheets pooling around her waist to expose more of her curves—the tank riding up to reveal a sliver of her toned midriff, her black jeans from the night before still halfway on, hugging her thighs like they were reluctant to let go after the way Judy had peeled them down in fervor. Her long ebony hair fell in those messy waves, brushing her shoulders as she tilted her head, framing her face in a way that made her look both vulnerable and fiercely beautiful, that mix of merc edge and human softness that drew people in like moths to a plasma flame.
Safety first—always, in this city where threats lurked like viruses in the net. V's merc instincts kicked in sharp and immediate, her optics whirring as she quickhacked into the secret cam she'd installed outside the building the night before, a discreet little device tucked high into the eaves of the rooftop access, directly linked to her cyberdeck for real-time feeds and analysis. She'd set it up sneaky and swift, just in case—paranoia wasn't a flaw in Night City; it was a survival tool, especially after the Maelstrom kidnapping that had left Judy bruised and shaken, her lithe body bandaged but her spirit unbroken. Sipping from a water bottle on the nightstand to chase the dryness from her mouth, V monitored the feed intently: the camera's AI overlay popped up in her vision, flagging movements with red highlights, analyzing patterns with cold efficiency. At first, the street below was deceptively quiet—early morning traffic humming by in sporadic bursts, a few salarymen shuffling to their corpo cages with heads down, the sprawl's smog hanging low like a perpetual hangover. But then the anomalies started pinging, making V's gut twist with that human knot of suspicion and worry, her heart rate spiking as adrenaline trickled in.
A couple of Maelstrom vehicles—rusted vans tricked out with jagged spikes on the bumpers, glowing red optics embedded in the grilles like demonic eyes, and armor plating scarred from countless turf wars—cruised the block slow and deliberate, circling like sharks that had caught the scent of blood in the water. The cam zoomed in automatically, its AI dissecting the scene: one van's occupants—chrome-bulging gonks with facial implants whirring and red eyes scanning—craning their necks toward Judy's apartment windows, pointing with mechanical arms that glinted under the morning light, optics locking on potential entry points like the fire escape or the rooftop access. "Fuck," V muttered under her breath, her voice low and tense, that human rage bubbling up alongside the fear—Misty's rescue was still fresh in her mind, the way those chrome-freaks had strapped her friend to a table for twisted mods, and now they were sniffing around Judy? The thought of them laying hands on the cute Mox editor, with her fierce spirit, tech-smarts, and that hidden futanari heat that had V's thoughts wandering to last night's passions, stirred a protective fire in V's belly that made her mantis blades itch beneath her skin, ready to shink out and carve vengeance. No way in hell she'd let them touch Judy; the bubbling romance between them felt too new, too promising to risk, that human flutter in her chest demanding action.
Decision crystallized fast—V couldn't sit on this; the Maelstrom scouts were probing, testing defenses, and an attack felt imminent, their vehicles looping the block again on the feed, engines idling menacingly as optics swept the building. She dressed with purposeful efficiency, her body a canvas of grace and power in motion: slipping out of the tank and jeans from the night before, her naked form reflected in the mirror—those full, heavy breasts hanging free and swaying with her movements, nipples still sensitive from Judy's eager mouth the night prior, her narrow waist leading to wide hips that flared out invitingly, her ass round and firm as she bent to grab fresh gear from her bag. Tank top back on, black and snug, straining over her ample bosom in a way that made her breasts look even more pronounced as she adjusted the neckline for comfort. Black jeans next, tight and flexible, sliding up her toned legs and clinging to her wide hips and ass like they were custom-fitted for seduction and survival, the material worn soft from use but durable enough to handle a chase or a fight. Leather jacket over it all, heavy and protective, with hidden pockets stuffed with extra shards, her Malorian holstered on her thigh, and sneakers laced tight for mobility—no heels today; she needed speed if things went south.
Padding quietly to the bedroom where Judy still slept, V felt that pang again—that human tenderness mixing with urgency, her heart twisting at the sight of the Mox editor curled under the sheets, her lithe form peaceful in repose, bandages peeking from under her loose tank, the faint rise and fall of her breathing stirring something protective in V. God, Judy looked so vulnerable there, her cute face relaxed, hair tousled, that subtle bulge in her shorts a reminder of the wild passions they'd shared, but the Maelstrom threat loomed like a dark cloud. V shook her gently awake, her hand lingering on Judy's shoulder, feeling the warmth through the fabric. "Hey, sleepyhead—rise and shine. Got bad news, and we need to move."
Judy stirred with a cute yawn, stretching out like a cat, her tank riding up to expose a sliver of her midriff and the edge of her bandages, her eyes blinking sleep away as she sat up, that fierce Mox spirit kicking in despite the grogginess. "V? What's up? You look like you're ready to blade someone—everything flat?" Her voice was husky from sleep, but concern flickered in her eyes as she noticed V's serious expression, her lithe body shifting closer, hand brushing V's arm in a way that sent a little spark through her, that budding romance making the moment feel intimate even amid the tension.
V explained quick and direct, her voice leaving no room for debate as she pulled up the cam feed on her agent, projecting the holo for Judy to see—the vans circling, gonks pointing at windows, the AI overlays flagging threats with red warnings. "Maelstrom's scouting. They've been looping all morning, optics on your place. After the factory? This is revenge—they want you back for their sick BD mods or worse. We're not waiting for 'em to hit. Pack light—we're moving you to that new spot in Corpo Plaza temporarily. Best security in the city: biometric locks, AI guards, no gonk gets in without clearance. It's not a suggestion, Judy; I won't risk you getting hurt." V's tone was firm, that human worry knotting her gut tight, her protective rage simmering just below the surface, mantis blades humming faintly in her arms as if eager for blood.
Judy's face paled at the feed, that human fear flashing in her eyes—memories of the kidnapping still raw, her body tensing under the sheets—but her Mox fire kicked in, nodding with resolve as she swung her legs out, standing close enough that her tank-clad breasts brushed V's arm, that subtle bulge shifting in her shorts. "Shit... okay, if you say so. Didn't think they'd come sniffing so soon. Thanks for watching out, V—you're like my guardian angel with blades." They moved fast together: Judy stuffing essential tech into a duffel—editing shards, a portable rig, clothes—with V helping, her curves flexing as she hauled the bag, breasts bouncing slightly under her tank, hips swaying as she double-checked windows and doors, hacking the building's systems for extra alarms. The day dragged tense and watchful—V monitoring the feed obsessively, spotting more Maelstrom creeps lurking, engines idling as they cased the place with increasing boldness, optics sweeping for vulnerabilities. Suspicion hardened into certainty; they were planning an attack, revenge for the factory raid bubbling like toxic boosters in their veins, and V's human dread for Judy's safety fueled a quiet rage that made her fingers itch on her Malorian's grip.
As night fell like a heavy curtain over the sprawl, V decided on the plan—open exit, no sneaking shadows; let 'em see the move, draw 'em out if they dared, turn their aggression against them. "We leave bold," V told Judy, her voice steady as they loaded the Quadra in the underground garage, Judy's duffel in the back, V's sniper and extra ammo tucked close. Judy slid into the passenger seat, her lithe body tense but trusting, hand brushing V's thigh for comfort as the engine roared to life. "You sure about this? What if they follow?" Judy asked, voice soft with worry, her eyes searching V's face in the dim light, that human vulnerability making V's heart twinge.
"Positive—they will, and we'll lose 'em. Hold on tight; I've got you." V revved out openly, headlights cutting the dark streets like blades, tires screeching as they hit the main drag. Sure enough, shadows stirred—two Maelstrom vans peeling from alleyways, engines growling low and menacing as they tailed close, red optics glowing in the rearview like demonic eyes. V's heart pounded hard, that human adrenaline surging through her veins like Glitter on overdrive, her grip tightening on the wheel, jeans clinging damp to her legs from the sudden sweat of tension. "Here they come—brace!" The attack hit fast and furious—one van accelerating with a roar, ramming V's bumper with a jolting crunch that shook her curves, breasts bouncing under her tank as she swerved sharp, tires screaming on pavement.
"Fuckers!" V snarled, quickhacking the lead van's systems mid-drive—her cyberdeck firing a daemon that fried their engine in a shower of sparks and smoke, the vehicle sputtering and veering wildly as gonks inside cursed. The second van pressed harder, windows rolling down to reveal chrome-bulging freaks with red optics locking on, firing wild bursts—bullets pinging off V's armored Quadra, one shattering the side mirror in a spray of glass that made Judy duck with a yelp. V's rage boiled over, that protective fire for Judy making her moves precise and lethal—she grabbed her silenced Tsunami Nekomata sniper from the back seat, window cracking down as wind whipped her hair wildly, her body twisting in the seat, ass flexing against the leather as she aimed steady. "Keep driving straight!" V barked, optics zooming for the shot—crack, the sniper barked muffled, bullet shattering the lead driver's glass and exploding his chrome skull in a gory mix of blood, sparks, and brain matter, the van swerving driverless into a wall with a metallic crash.
Judy gripped the wheel white-knuckled, her lithe body tense, eyes wide but fierce as she floored it. "They're still coming!" The second van rammed again, closer now, gonks leaning out with shotguns blasting—pellets ricocheting off the rear, one grazing V's jacket in a burn that stung but didn't slow her. V hacked the attacker's brakes mid-thrust—daemon spreading like poison, tires locking with a screech as it spun out, crashing into a streetlight in a twist of metal. Gonks spilled from the wreck, firing bursts in rage; V returned fire from the moving car, sniper precise—leg shot dropping one in agony, his chrome limb sparking as he writhed, headshot zeroing another with a wet pop, body slumping limp in a pool of blood. "Lose 'em—alley now!" V shouted, Judy veering sharp into a dark side street, V killing the engine mid-slide—silence falling heavy as they held their breath, hearts pounding like eurobeat drums, the Maelstrom roar fading past, engines dopplering into the night. Safe—for now.
They sighed heavy in unison, the adrenaline crash hitting like a wave, laughs bubbling up raw and relieved from their chests— that human release after staring down death, making the moment feel alive and electric. "Holy shit, V—you're incredible, a total legend," Judy gasped, turning to her with eyes shining bright in the dark, her lithe body still trembling from the rush but leaning close, hand squeezing V's thigh through the jeans. Surprise hit V like a quickhack when Judy closed the gap, lips crashing onto hers in a fierce, adrenaline-fueled kiss—tongues tangling hot and urgent, Judy's hands groping V's breasts through the top, squeezing the heavy weight with grateful passion. "Thank you... for everything, for keeping me safe," Judy whispered against her mouth, biting V's lower lip softly, the kiss deepening as V moaned, pulling her closer, that human flutter of attraction blooming hotter amid the danger's afterglow.
They drove on cautious to Corpo Plaza—the towering bastion of security gleaming under night lights, scans and AI guards clearing them in with cold efficiency, no room for gonks to slip through. Judy's new pad was sleek luxury: panoramic views of the sprawl twinkling like fallen stars, minimalist decor with high-end tech ports for her rigs, the air fresh and secure. Tension finally eased as they locked the door, V's body still buzzing from the chase, her tank soaked in sweat, breasts heaving with lingering adrenaline. "Shower?" V suggested, voice husky, shedding her jacket, that protective edge softening to desire as Judy nodded, eyes dark with want.
Water cascaded hot in the spacious bathroom, steam filling the air as they stripped—V's top yanked off, breasts spilling free, heavy and inviting; Judy's tank and shorts dropped, revealing that fat cock, thick and veined, hardening under V's gaze. Bodies pressed slick under the spray, intimacy building slow: Judy's hands groping V's ass, squeezing the firm cheeks as lips met deep, tongues battling with passion, bites on necks drawing gasps. V arched as Judy's mouth descended to her breasts, sucking one nipple hard, tongue swirling until it ached, teeth grazing while her hand kneaded the other, thumbs pinching peaks. "God, you're perfect," Judy murmured, fingers dipping between V's thighs, stroking slow as V moaned, grinding into the touch.
Passion exploded—Judy turning V against the wall, entering slow from behind, that fat length stretching her wide, filling completely as V cried out. Thrusts built rough: deep, hard pounds slapping wet skin, Judy's hands everywhere—spanking ass red, then up to grope tits, pulling V back onto her for deeper penetration. "Take it all... feel how you make me crazy," Judy growled, biting V's shoulder as she drove harder, V's curves jiggling, breasts bouncing with each slam. Climax hit shattering—V clenching hard, screaming as waves ripped through, Judy filling her hot in shuddering pulses.
Sleep came deep, bodies tangled; morning, Judy set up her mini workstation, rigs humming. V got Rogue's text: "Relic job details—meet soon." New storms brewing, but for now, safety and spark.