[ She's beneath him again, but she feels she's firmly seated back on her throne. Her dear, sweet Soundwave is allowed to taste her thumb, nip at her--a reward for submitting to her once more. It grants her a taste of her own, reminding her how good he is at tasting the pussy he's currently pounding. So fucked up, she thinks again, somewhere in a vague corner of her mind.
Good. Maybe that's how this was supposed to be. ]
You couldn't stand to be without seeing my face, could you? [ Her thumb slides across his cheek, a streak of purple left in its wake. ] Ahaha. Made of metal, but you're a giant softie inside.
[ She has to pause once he hooks her legs, mostly because she wasn't expecting it. Once her hips tip back, up, off the floor, she rasps out his name in turn, her mouth caught open at how much of a difference that change made. The change seems to satisfy their watcher, too, mainly because Monika's growing noisier again while forced into such a vulnerable state.
Still, she will rule. As she's been learning, it doesn't matter what position she's in. She'll always find a way to stamp him into submission...as long as he never peeks into her mind or senses her emotions. That'll be one hell of a difficulty spike.
A future problem. Right now-- ]
H-How do you feel? The, ah. The real you.
[ She's never seen the real him in this state. She wants to imagine it. That's why she'd kept joking about it the night before, getting off on the idea that she held power over two parts of him at the same time. Her walls throb and throb around his cock as her imagination goes wild already. Combined with him fondling her chest, granting her hardened nipples blessed friction, covering her with more of his essence, it's getting increasingly difficult to hold out. She wants more. She doesn't want it to end. She wants to scream in ecstasy, just for him. Give her everything.
Monika drags him down for a kiss, unfocused and sloppy, too caught up in pleasure as she tilts her hips back as much as possible, letting him go deeper than he's ever been. ]
C'mon. Tell me. Keep being a good little robot for me.
[ He'd said to be careful with using that word before. It'd slipped out unintentionally. Or had it? Maybe wrapping it up in her own gift of praise will soften the blow and encourage more praise for her. If not? Maybe the anger would only make him fuck her harder. In her eyes, it's a win-win situation. ]
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Good. Maybe that's how this was supposed to be. ]
You couldn't stand to be without seeing my face, could you? [ Her thumb slides across his cheek, a streak of purple left in its wake. ] Ahaha. Made of metal, but you're a giant softie inside.
[ She has to pause once he hooks her legs, mostly because she wasn't expecting it. Once her hips tip back, up, off the floor, she rasps out his name in turn, her mouth caught open at how much of a difference that change made. The change seems to satisfy their watcher, too, mainly because Monika's growing noisier again while forced into such a vulnerable state.
Still, she will rule. As she's been learning, it doesn't matter what position she's in. She'll always find a way to stamp him into submission...as long as he never peeks into her mind or senses her emotions. That'll be one hell of a difficulty spike.
A future problem. Right now-- ]
H-How do you feel? The, ah. The real you.
[ She's never seen the real him in this state. She wants to imagine it. That's why she'd kept joking about it the night before, getting off on the idea that she held power over two parts of him at the same time. Her walls throb and throb around his cock as her imagination goes wild already. Combined with him fondling her chest, granting her hardened nipples blessed friction, covering her with more of his essence, it's getting increasingly difficult to hold out. She wants more. She doesn't want it to end. She wants to scream in ecstasy, just for him. Give her everything.
Monika drags him down for a kiss, unfocused and sloppy, too caught up in pleasure as she tilts her hips back as much as possible, letting him go deeper than he's ever been. ]
C'mon. Tell me. Keep being a good little robot for me.
[ He'd said to be careful with using that word before. It'd slipped out unintentionally. Or had it? Maybe wrapping it up in her own gift of praise will soften the blow and encourage more praise for her. If not? Maybe the anger would only make him fuck her harder. In her eyes, it's a win-win situation. ]