[The threat of cutting her air off is ever present, but he wonders if he could actually commit to it? It goes against not wanting to hurt Monika, though already hurt her via deepthroating, but at the same time, he hasn't fully got back at her for all the injuries she did to him. One of his arms- his upper arm at least- is all painted in glowing purple, along with some burn marks from her terribly merciless uses with the stun gun.
Not to mention her smacking clawing earlier... The scrapes and marks are visible on his thighs and waist. He should be getting back at her for those. But... Wanting to hurt her for what she did. Wanting to not hurt her because she is quickly becoming a precious friend. It's a conflict in his own head. fighting back against his darkest desire while the pleasurable haze is pulling him towards it. For someone with the ability to read minds, he can't even untangle his own....
And... Romantic?
How odd. He doesn't see himself a romantic and he wonders just what it is that has her think that? Though he chuckles all the same at Monika's frustration.]
Like what?
[He teases, gently nipping her lobe, then along the shell, humming as if he's trying to figure out just what is it that gets Monika annoyed. .... Of course, he already knows the answer. A little more nips to her ear, and then flicking her lobe with his tongue, further to delay the inevitable.]
You know how much I want to be inside you, but.... I am still unsure about you.
[Another press. Another poke. Further to frustrate Monika. Still, he isn't entirely cruel like Monika was. He'll give her some other outlets to enjoy herself at least. While denying her the pleasure of penetration, his still bleeding palm hovers over her face, open for her to lick the "sweet" liquid coming out of the fresh wound. And, with a low grunt, he shifts slightly up so Monika has some space to wiggle and squirm under him, to press herself against his cock.
He wonders... Just how needy she is for his cock to be in her? Soundwave is needy for her, but he can hold himself back just to see how frustrated she'll become.]
Go on. [His tone is familiar. Monika should be familiar with it, as it is the exact same tone Monika used to make him beg pathetically and desperately for her taste.] I know you can do better than please, my Monika. Beg.
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Not to mention her smacking clawing earlier... The scrapes and marks are visible on his thighs and waist. He should be getting back at her for those. But... Wanting to hurt her for what she did. Wanting to not hurt her because she is quickly becoming a precious friend. It's a conflict in his own head. fighting back against his darkest desire while the pleasurable haze is pulling him towards it. For someone with the ability to read minds, he can't even untangle his own....
And... Romantic?
How odd. He doesn't see himself a romantic and he wonders just what it is that has her think that? Though he chuckles all the same at Monika's frustration.]
Like what?
[He teases, gently nipping her lobe, then along the shell, humming as if he's trying to figure out just what is it that gets Monika annoyed. .... Of course, he already knows the answer. A little more nips to her ear, and then flicking her lobe with his tongue, further to delay the inevitable.]
You know how much I want to be inside you, but.... I am still unsure about you.
[Another press. Another poke. Further to frustrate Monika. Still, he isn't entirely cruel like Monika was. He'll give her some other outlets to enjoy herself at least. While denying her the pleasure of penetration, his still bleeding palm hovers over her face, open for her to lick the "sweet" liquid coming out of the fresh wound. And, with a low grunt, he shifts slightly up so Monika has some space to wiggle and squirm under him, to press herself against his cock.
He wonders... Just how needy she is for his cock to be in her? Soundwave is needy for her, but he can hold himself back just to see how frustrated she'll become.]
Go on. [His tone is familiar. Monika should be familiar with it, as it is the exact same tone Monika used to make him beg pathetically and desperately for her taste.] I know you can do better than please, my Monika. Beg.