[ He gets what he wants. She gets what's coming to her. It makes her scream.
In one fell swoop, the defiance dies, fading into the ether with a protracted whimper. She's successfully subdued, her stuttered gasps barely making their way into her chest when she's pressed so crushingly to the floor. There's no pleasure of her own to worry about now. Just his. Only his.
If only she had the awareness to realize how often she fell into this trap--the trap of believing she's some untouchable being that would always get her way. No one was supposed to fight back. Everyone was a puppet to parade across her twisted stage whenever she desired it. Ah, but the real world. The real world was different. There, the puppets could fight back.
Was this the real him? Was she right to always harbor that fear in the back of her mind that, perhaps, all those cliches about aliens being hostile had some truth to them?
Monika shakes hard under him, clawing weakly at the floor. Her gasps have become whimpers of pain, pleas for relief. Just like when he'd fucked her throat, there'd be none to come, not unless he deemed her worthy of it. Still, her body reacts involuntarily, twitching, convulsing...another uncomfortable blow. So, so much was out of her control now. While she's lost her fighting spirit, she can't lose her anger at that. That power was hers, and he stole it. ]
S-So...
[ It's a miracle she can get any words out, as hard as it is to breathe and focus through the overwhelming everything of his cock buried deep inside of her. That's her, though, always defying the odds. Also her? Refusing to show more of her pain than she already has. ]
This is how you treat your Monika, huh?
[ He can be dark all he wants. She can spitefully call it out. ]
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In one fell swoop, the defiance dies, fading into the ether with a protracted whimper. She's successfully subdued, her stuttered gasps barely making their way into her chest when she's pressed so crushingly to the floor. There's no pleasure of her own to worry about now. Just his. Only his.
If only she had the awareness to realize how often she fell into this trap--the trap of believing she's some untouchable being that would always get her way. No one was supposed to fight back. Everyone was a puppet to parade across her twisted stage whenever she desired it. Ah, but the real world. The real world was different. There, the puppets could fight back.
Was this the real him? Was she right to always harbor that fear in the back of her mind that, perhaps, all those cliches about aliens being hostile had some truth to them?
Monika shakes hard under him, clawing weakly at the floor. Her gasps have become whimpers of pain, pleas for relief. Just like when he'd fucked her throat, there'd be none to come, not unless he deemed her worthy of it. Still, her body reacts involuntarily, twitching, convulsing...another uncomfortable blow. So, so much was out of her control now. While she's lost her fighting spirit, she can't lose her anger at that. That power was hers, and he stole it. ]
S-So...
[ It's a miracle she can get any words out, as hard as it is to breathe and focus through the overwhelming everything of his cock buried deep inside of her. That's her, though, always defying the odds. Also her? Refusing to show more of her pain than she already has. ]
This is how you treat your Monika, huh?
[ He can be dark all he wants. She can spitefully call it out. ]