[ Ahhh. So she got the anger! She openly cackles, though her moans cut through each one. What a fun bonus, getting confirmation that he definitely doesn't like having "robot" directed at him. It's something she'll have to tuck away for the right moments. The impact will lessen if she overdoes it.
...Or if he smashes her in the bad way. That's also a possibility. ]
Forgive me, my sweet little underling~ [ Is that better? Probably not. ] This isn't the most romantic setting, so I guess it's easy to forget to be that way~
[ Did much of that make sense? Almost every syllable was followed by an ah! or hn! He's making being dominant harder by fucking her so hard. This won't stop her taunting, of course. It'll simply take more effort. ]
Are you jacking off without me, then? Stroking your cock?
[ He'd challenged her earlier over saying things the dirtiest way possible. He's not getting away with "relieving himself" now. It doesn't take mind-reading to see how much she already loves to make him squirm. Thank you, Soundwave, for giving her another new kink!
(Again, this taunting is probably losing most of its oomph. She's barely got enough oxygen to talk, for the second time in this cursed elevator.) ]
I bet you've been thinking of that the whole time we've been together! When we had food, when I sat in your lap, when we took a bath... [ The snicker she manages is weak, but it's there. ] Poor Soundwave, lying next to me all night, wishing I would be the one to stroke his cock for him~
[ He really shouldn't have admitted this to her. It's the worst possible ammo to hand over. Granted, she probably won't be able to use it when she's not a doped-up aphro fiend, but she's done crazier things. Anything's possible when you want to hurt someone enough, when you're insane enough to hurt yourself to destroy someone else.
Monika groans through her other hurt, the carnal ache inside. He's hammering at her core and pulling her under with him, giving him plenty to see bouncing beneath him. Her thighs tighten around him, her legs yearning to wrap around him and bury him deeper than ever. Later on, once they're free and recovering, washing off their shame, won't his marks on her remain? Not just from his hands crushing into her chest, but will she ever be able to see him as anything other than a bloody mess? Won't she see his essence staining her face forever? ]
F-Fuck, I'm so close...
[ One eye opens in time to see the curve of his lips. Hers curve up, too. She's temporarily losing control, but it's good to see him this way. It's good to know she's the one giving him this pleasure. No one else.
Now, for the final blow. Something to really get him hooked on her for good. She waits for just the right moment, right when she's got plenty of air in her lungs, when there's the slightest lull in the loud slapping of their bodies slamming together. Not that it's necessary to do so, as good as his hearing is. But he'll hear these words, see them leave her lips, loud and clear. ]
Ah. Haha. To make up for messing up the...romance. Is this the part where I say to the big softie th-that--that I love him?
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...Or if he smashes her in the bad way. That's also a possibility. ]
Forgive me, my sweet little underling~ [ Is that better? Probably not. ] This isn't the most romantic setting, so I guess it's easy to forget to be that way~
[ Did much of that make sense? Almost every syllable was followed by an ah! or hn! He's making being dominant harder by fucking her so hard. This won't stop her taunting, of course. It'll simply take more effort. ]
Are you jacking off without me, then? Stroking your cock?
[ He'd challenged her earlier over saying things the dirtiest way possible. He's not getting away with "relieving himself" now. It doesn't take mind-reading to see how much she already loves to make him squirm. Thank you, Soundwave, for giving her another new kink!
(Again, this taunting is probably losing most of its oomph. She's barely got enough oxygen to talk, for the second time in this cursed elevator.) ]
I bet you've been thinking of that the whole time we've been together! When we had food, when I sat in your lap, when we took a bath... [ The snicker she manages is weak, but it's there. ] Poor Soundwave, lying next to me all night, wishing I would be the one to stroke his cock for him~
[ He really shouldn't have admitted this to her. It's the worst possible ammo to hand over. Granted, she probably won't be able to use it when she's not a doped-up aphro fiend, but she's done crazier things. Anything's possible when you want to hurt someone enough, when you're insane enough to hurt yourself to destroy someone else.
Monika groans through her other hurt, the carnal ache inside. He's hammering at her core and pulling her under with him, giving him plenty to see bouncing beneath him. Her thighs tighten around him, her legs yearning to wrap around him and bury him deeper than ever. Later on, once they're free and recovering, washing off their shame, won't his marks on her remain? Not just from his hands crushing into her chest, but will she ever be able to see him as anything other than a bloody mess? Won't she see his essence staining her face forever? ]
F-Fuck, I'm so close...
[ One eye opens in time to see the curve of his lips. Hers curve up, too. She's temporarily losing control, but it's good to see him this way. It's good to know she's the one giving him this pleasure. No one else.
Now, for the final blow. Something to really get him hooked on her for good. She waits for just the right moment, right when she's got plenty of air in her lungs, when there's the slightest lull in the loud slapping of their bodies slamming together. Not that it's necessary to do so, as good as his hearing is. But he'll hear these words, see them leave her lips, loud and clear. ]
Ah. Haha. To make up for messing up the...romance. Is this the part where I say to the big softie th-that--that I love him?