[ What's already a mess becomes messier. After her demand, her plea, her delusional desire to be connected to someone in the way she always wanted, she's left teetering on the edge of another dark pit. It was a miracle they got this far. It was a miracle she hadn't broken down already. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on.
She manages to open her shiny, glassy eyes. Her unfocused gaze drifts to and from his face, unable to land in one place for very long. But every time she can focus on his face, she's so glad to see him there. Even if he's hiding away somehow, he's there with her. He never has to show more than he wants to. She's seen so much of him already. He's hers. Her Soundwave.
She's barely aware of how much she's contributing to the mess already on the bed, on her, him, the floor, who knows where else, but that's only a prelude. Not just because he answers her call in spades, but because he's soon going to join her in this bliss. Wasn't it so great to be with a friend like this? Wasn't it so great to be in...
Her jaw goes slack, her sounds reduced to scraggy rasps. She's his. Every inch of her. Outside. Inside. So full of him. So full of...
So warm. So hot. He's practically pressed up against her feverishly-beating heart--not just his spike, but his claim, too. Would they ever be separate again? Could they ever be more in... ]
I love...
[ ...this, is what she wanted to end that with. Or was it going to be ...you that ended it? He may never know, not unless he dips into her dizzied mind at that very moment. But she's been fucked so good, so hard, thrown into a heaven no human was ever meant to set foot in, and just as Icarus had to discover, flying too close to the sun has consequences. With one last happy, horrified whimper, her eyes roll up into her head and her body goes limp. For now, she's down for the count, face left twisted in pleasure from having this forbidden touch from an alien god.
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She manages to open her shiny, glassy eyes. Her unfocused gaze drifts to and from his face, unable to land in one place for very long. But every time she can focus on his face, she's so glad to see him there. Even if he's hiding away somehow, he's there with her. He never has to show more than he wants to. She's seen so much of him already. He's hers. Her Soundwave.
She's barely aware of how much she's contributing to the mess already on the bed, on her, him, the floor, who knows where else, but that's only a prelude. Not just because he answers her call in spades, but because he's soon going to join her in this bliss. Wasn't it so great to be with a friend like this? Wasn't it so great to be in...
Her jaw goes slack, her sounds reduced to scraggy rasps. She's his. Every inch of her. Outside. Inside. So full of him. So full of...
So warm. So hot. He's practically pressed up against her feverishly-beating heart--not just his spike, but his claim, too. Would they ever be separate again? Could they ever be more in... ]
I love...
[ ...this, is what she wanted to end that with. Or was it going to be ...you that ended it? He may never know, not unless he dips into her dizzied mind at that very moment. But she's been fucked so good, so hard, thrown into a heaven no human was ever meant to set foot in, and just as Icarus had to discover, flying too close to the sun has consequences. With one last happy, horrified whimper, her eyes roll up into her head and her body goes limp. For now, she's down for the count, face left twisted in pleasure from having this forbidden touch from an alien god.
Oh, how ecstatic it felt to be in love. ]