[ Her gasp of air comes out more like a sob. Finally, she can breathe. She lies there, body heavy and numb at the same time, focusing only on keeping her lungs filled. The effort's doing nothing to help her roiling stomach, swirling with his blood, his seed, and discomfort from how much it'd protested him fucking her mouth and throat. Even when he shifts down, she hardly moves, despite it adding to her discomfort. She just wants reprieve. Just let her recover...
But of course not. More signs of life leak out when he moves her, whimpers and a louder groan obvious once she's flipped onto her stomach and the unyielding floor of the elevator. The sounds turn fearful once his arm hits her neck, then another time when he switches arms. No, no. Not after she'd just been able to breathe again!
To think she was so eager last night, so eager to tempt him with the idea of doing this to her in his actual body. Could she actually survive it? Or...would it be just as good as this, even if she didn't?
She's so fucked up.
He gets the weakest of laughs, her throat shifting under his arm as she swallows thickly. God. How is he still so damn hard? Maybe it's the same reason she's still so damn wet. ]
S-So. Romantic.
[ Another groan. Her body squirms at his threat to push inside, to take her in a way he has yet to do. She almost hates how much she throbs against him and gives away how ready she is for it, even after the ways he'd degraded her. Her nails scrape across the floor as her hands ball into tight fists. Just go on and do it already--!
Her eyes go wide. He's moved. Oh God, he's moved. Even the pressing feels like too much. That's all she needs to get the energy she needs to move, or at least do her damnedest to try. Monika cries out, because what he's threatening? Not romantic. Way, way too much. Where the hell is she supposed to go, though? If he wants her to stay in place, he's made it abundantly clear he can do so. ]
Soundwave, please. [ Ugh. So raspy. She can barely talk. ] Not like that.
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But of course not. More signs of life leak out when he moves her, whimpers and a louder groan obvious once she's flipped onto her stomach and the unyielding floor of the elevator. The sounds turn fearful once his arm hits her neck, then another time when he switches arms. No, no. Not after she'd just been able to breathe again!
To think she was so eager last night, so eager to tempt him with the idea of doing this to her in his actual body. Could she actually survive it? Or...would it be just as good as this, even if she didn't?
She's so fucked up.
He gets the weakest of laughs, her throat shifting under his arm as she swallows thickly. God. How is he still so damn hard? Maybe it's the same reason she's still so damn wet. ]
S-So. Romantic.
[ Another groan. Her body squirms at his threat to push inside, to take her in a way he has yet to do. She almost hates how much she throbs against him and gives away how ready she is for it, even after the ways he'd degraded her. Her nails scrape across the floor as her hands ball into tight fists. Just go on and do it already--!
Her eyes go wide. He's moved. Oh God, he's moved. Even the pressing feels like too much. That's all she needs to get the energy she needs to move, or at least do her damnedest to try. Monika cries out, because what he's threatening? Not romantic. Way, way too much. Where the hell is she supposed to go, though? If he wants her to stay in place, he's made it abundantly clear he can do so. ]
Soundwave, please. [ Ugh. So raspy. She can barely talk. ] Not like that.