[ She doesn't say much of anything after her onslaught of taunts. Why should she? It'd be easier to watch him bury himself when every fresh stab slowly sinks in. She hopes it's increasingly infuriating, the way her smirk never seems to disappear, as she observes his descent into madness.
Hmm, actually...it might be better to agree with everything. If he didn't want to be a robot, she could be one for him! (If only she knew how close that was to the truth.) ]
Yep. I'm so trapped! I can barely speak!
[ Which is true. He'll probably have to fight her to get her in a position like this again, too. She won't allow him to overcome her so easily again. Or, so sayeth her delusional mind. ]
You weren't thinking about fucking me at all, either. [ When did she word it like that? Oh, right. She didn't. Which is why she figures it'll fluster him more. ] I'll never bring it up again!
[ She will. She knows she should probably spare herself from falling further down this rabbit hole and focus solely on the Player. She should vanish, taking any chances of this relationship blowing up in their faces with her. Can she do it, though? Can she stand not having someone to hang on her every word?
...This is getting more difficult. She spends some time focusing on building up to her own release. It's not wrong to be manipulating someone like this. It's all a game. A means to an end.
Caught up in her own mind, she nearly misses his reaction to her poor excuse of a confession. While she expected a reaction, what he gives her isn't anywhere near her expectations. The smirk disappears, her mouth falling open and her eyes widening. Sudden tremors rock her body as he quakes with her, staking another claim on her. She's so shocked, her own pleasure's temporarily forgotten. No sound leaves her lips until he clamps down on her breast, but one tiny sound follows once his hand finds hers. And once he gives that kiss? Once he stares at her with something unlike the faux love she'd teased him with?
Monika cries out. He'd had his own share of pleasure already, coating every inch of her with him until it had no choice but to spill out, but her legs shake around him, and she comes all the same, struggling not to thrash from the intensity. Again, she finds herself unable to make much sound, only able to breathe and grasp his hand so tightly she'd worry about breaking his nonexistent bones.
She doesn't think she'll come down from this. She's flown to too high of a place without a parachute, and the only hope of escape is to leap to her doom. Until she's forced to do so, she can try to forget this. She shuts her eyes, no longer able to look into his.
Why the hell did she walk up to her own grave and willingly decide to dig deeper? ]
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Hmm, actually...it might be better to agree with everything. If he didn't want to be a robot, she could be one for him! (If only she knew how close that was to the truth.) ]
Yep. I'm so trapped! I can barely speak!
[ Which is true. He'll probably have to fight her to get her in a position like this again, too. She won't allow him to overcome her so easily again. Or, so sayeth her delusional mind. ]
You weren't thinking about fucking me at all, either. [ When did she word it like that? Oh, right. She didn't. Which is why she figures it'll fluster him more. ] I'll never bring it up again!
[ She will. She knows she should probably spare herself from falling further down this rabbit hole and focus solely on the Player. She should vanish, taking any chances of this relationship blowing up in their faces with her. Can she do it, though? Can she stand not having someone to hang on her every word?
...This is getting more difficult. She spends some time focusing on building up to her own release. It's not wrong to be manipulating someone like this. It's all a game. A means to an end.
Caught up in her own mind, she nearly misses his reaction to her poor excuse of a confession. While she expected a reaction, what he gives her isn't anywhere near her expectations. The smirk disappears, her mouth falling open and her eyes widening. Sudden tremors rock her body as he quakes with her, staking another claim on her. She's so shocked, her own pleasure's temporarily forgotten. No sound leaves her lips until he clamps down on her breast, but one tiny sound follows once his hand finds hers. And once he gives that kiss? Once he stares at her with something unlike the faux love she'd teased him with?
Monika cries out. He'd had his own share of pleasure already, coating every inch of her with him until it had no choice but to spill out, but her legs shake around him, and she comes all the same, struggling not to thrash from the intensity. Again, she finds herself unable to make much sound, only able to breathe and grasp his hand so tightly she'd worry about breaking his nonexistent bones.
She doesn't think she'll come down from this. She's flown to too high of a place without a parachute, and the only hope of escape is to leap to her doom. Until she's forced to do so, she can try to forget this. She shuts her eyes, no longer able to look into his.
Why the hell did she walk up to her own grave and willingly decide to dig deeper? ]