[ It's a good thing he doesn't read her mind. When she's like this, in her dissociative state? He's an object. A means to an end. A thing to get her what she wants. Nothing more. While there is something like affection hiding under all that apathy, it's the patronizing, condescending kind, like watching a helpless animal bumbling around while a predator lurks in the shadows, waiting to pounce. What a poor thing. So weak. So unworthy of her true affection, when death's so inevitable.
If only she realized, sometimes those helpless animals fight back violently when they're cornered.
Until she learns that, she continues focusing only on herself and her wants. He gets a smile at the look in his eyes--no matter her state of mind, she loves being admired like that--then another appreciative stroke under his chin after he nods. Such a good pet, the fly that'd wandered into her parlor.
And like a good little pet, he devours her without hesitation. She moans in satisfaction, clutching his temples. The aphro combined with indulging in the side of her that loves to hurt has had her teetering on the edge, apt to crumble as quickly as he had. Even the lightest press of his tongue makes her tremble. He's not keeping things light, though, not with how eagerly he's accepted his reward.
Panting, whimpering, she sneaks a glance down at him. His face is already a mess, a slurry of their fluids, a disturbing palette over the canvas of his skin. It excites her further. Then he gives the best touch of all. He praises her, treats her like the exalted being on high she believes she is. ]
Fuck--
[ Her usual self leaks back out. She's so special. He's saying this, just to her. He wants her. He craves her. He needs her.
She cries out, her hips jerking against his face, harder and harder. It's not long before she's practically riding him. It's likely making it a struggle to keep tasting her, but she doesn't care. He's an object. A means to an end. Nothing at all.
He's everything.
Nails dig into his skull as if she's intent on cracking it, and she shouts more praise, screams his name. She'd be disappointed later at how quickly he'd done this to her, but it's hard to care now when she's enveloped in pure pleasure. Her pussy pulses against him, her orgasm coating his face, dribbling down his chin and neck.
Barely a day, and she missed this. She wants it, again and again. ]
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If only she realized, sometimes those helpless animals fight back violently when they're cornered.
Until she learns that, she continues focusing only on herself and her wants. He gets a smile at the look in his eyes--no matter her state of mind, she loves being admired like that--then another appreciative stroke under his chin after he nods. Such a good pet, the fly that'd wandered into her parlor.
And like a good little pet, he devours her without hesitation. She moans in satisfaction, clutching his temples. The aphro combined with indulging in the side of her that loves to hurt has had her teetering on the edge, apt to crumble as quickly as he had. Even the lightest press of his tongue makes her tremble. He's not keeping things light, though, not with how eagerly he's accepted his reward.
Panting, whimpering, she sneaks a glance down at him. His face is already a mess, a slurry of their fluids, a disturbing palette over the canvas of his skin. It excites her further. Then he gives the best touch of all. He praises her, treats her like the exalted being on high she believes she is. ]
Fuck--
[ Her usual self leaks back out. She's so special. He's saying this, just to her. He wants her. He craves her. He needs her.
She cries out, her hips jerking against his face, harder and harder. It's not long before she's practically riding him. It's likely making it a struggle to keep tasting her, but she doesn't care. He's an object. A means to an end. Nothing at all.
He's everything.
Nails dig into his skull as if she's intent on cracking it, and she shouts more praise, screams his name. She'd be disappointed later at how quickly he'd done this to her, but it's hard to care now when she's enveloped in pure pleasure. Her pussy pulses against him, her orgasm coating his face, dribbling down his chin and neck.
Barely a day, and she missed this. She wants it, again and again. ]