▶ ORIGINAL TEST DRIVE 2 POST IS LOCATED HERE ▶ ALL NEW TOP LEVELS SHOULD NOW BE POSTED ON TAKE 2
▶ ALL CARRIED OVER OLD TOP LEVELS SHOULD BE LINKED, NOT COPY AND PASTED
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
[With Monika incapacitated, he takes advantage of the situation to keep his pressure on her breasts. He won't let up the assault for even a second to keep milking the moans and whimpers out of her. If nothing else, he's determined to keep his mouth on her, suckling on her nub, biting it with his teeth, grinding it with between.
Far too focused on Monika's breast for him to realize the knife is back in her hand. Too late to notice it coming, too late to avoid the slash.]
Ah!
[That would do it. With that one slash, Soundwave releases her nipple with a pained sound, holding the fresh wound on his arm with his other hand, body shivering, blood leaking out between his fingers. It looks like he's bleeding, only that.... it is glowing bright purple.
Soundwave huffs, lets go of his bleeding arm, and looks down to his bloodied hand. Clenching into a fist, his eyes then lift back up to Monika, ignoring the pain. He's suffered worse injuries than this.]
I didn't think you had it in you.
[He keeps his eyes trained on Monika's but keeping the knife in his peripheral. Just in case. Then, he reaches his bloodied hand to her face and presses it against her cheek, smearing his blood on her. It should be safe. Unlike his real blood where it may possibly be toxic to humans, this is just a hologram.
But if the knife would be a cause for him to second guess his action... Well, he dives forward for his lips to press against hers, not caring about the potential consequences. Even if she tries again, he'll ignore the pain for a passionate kiss.
[ She laughs while the pleasure and pain linger on her chest. She's made him bleed, and she just laughs and laughs. Curiouser and curiouser, that blood of his. It's nothing like what she expected. Still beautiful, however. Still just as thrilling when she's the one to spill it. ]
Wouldn't want you thinking I'm a pushover, would I?
[ His hand slides against her, a fresh brand. Her head tilts back, the smile widening. What a claim. She claims him back, her tongue slipping out of one corner of her mouth, stealing a taste. It may not be real, but it's real enough to her, just like swallowing him whole had been the previous night. He'd tasted good then, and he tastes just as good now.
The smile remains when he goes for a kiss. She'll allow it, because it feels so good when combined with just how fucked up this situation was increasingly becoming. Monika pulls him forward with the hand holding the knife, the cold metal pressing into his back, but it's just the upper part of the blade. A small reprieve built into a small warning.
Once he moves away, she wipes at her lips, smudging blood onto them. A giant mech, made of metal, held in the palm of her hands. It's almost too easy. ]
Don't forget the "Lord" part. It's important~
[ After recklessly dragging the flat of the knife against her folds, she holds it to his lips. But before he can possibly have a taste of her, she lifts it out of reach then nods towards the floor, the Maiden's hums of pleasure brushing past her ears. ]
[Plenty of opportunities for him to enact revenge against Monika for the pain she caused, ripped the knife out of her hand and used it against her, but he decides against them. Deranged as his mind had become from the aphrodisiac, he's still not the type to find joy in inflicting pain onto others. But .if it's the other way around, from someone he likes... It's odd for him to think this is something he'd enjoy, but he absolutely is. He's enjoying how increasingly fucked up the situation is getting and the pain he's receiving. It's thrilling. It has his adrenaline pumping.
That thrill shoots up when he sees her nonchalantly tastes his blood. Much like how she was able to taste him last night, his blood had a metallic and sweet taste to it. However, the consistency is best described as lubricants like oil than it is human blood.
Flicking some of the fresh purple blood still on his hand, he then smears some more on the wall behind Monika to clean up his hand a little, Soundwave could just as easily "healed" the wound, by rematerializing the holoavatar. But he keeps it at this state for now, so he could feel the pain and pleasure lingering on his arm, a constant reminder of who's in charge.
Besides, Monika looks.... Beautiful with his blood on her, so if some more got onto her, it'll be great.
His tongue slips out to have a taste of Monika on the knife. But alas, it isn't meant to be, as Monika lifts the knife away from his face. Her demand for him to beg gets a mildly surprise look on his face.
His mouth opens and closes, hesitant to follow such a command. It's so lowly of him to beg, but...... he finds himself lowering down to his knees anyway. Arms wrapping around her leg, he stares up at Monika with a pleading and desperate look in his eyes, with his wounded arm pressing against the other leg, painting his blood on her.]
I... Please, Lord Monika. I want to taste you again. Not just your... your private- [Of course, even in this state, still refuses the less dignified terms.] I want to taste... all of you. So.... please.
[ One sharp cackle rings out, loud enough to cause him discomfort. He's doing it! He's actually doing it! She'd almost think she was still sleeping next to him in her bed, deep into a dream, but she's not. She's felt him. She's tasted him. For once, her reality was better than anything her mind could've cooked up.
Her lips purse into a pout as she tuts. It'd almost read as some facsimile of pity, if not for how wicked she continues to look. ]
Aww. Look at you. Kind of pathetic, isn't it?
[ She noticed the hesitance. May as well rub salt into a different wound. What's he going to do about it? Bleed on her more?
He's done a decent enough job. She'll prod the side of his mouth with the knife, allowing him the sampling of her he was denied before. That, and another small cut along his cheek to join the other. A true generosity. She could've made the price for that gift worse.
It's all a ruse, of course. She's not done. ]
But the thing is...I don't think you're pathetic enough.
[ Her bloodied leg slides out of his grasp, and as she leans back against the wall for balance, she presses her foot against his chest. She'll push and push until he's on his back on the floor. She'll push, push, push until he submits, brushing the knife over her tongue to enjoy another sweet treat while she waits. ]
Ask me again. And... [ She can hardly suppress her giggle. ] Don't use "privates."
[ It'd be a struggle for her, too, being so undignified. She's not the one begging right now, though, is she? So please, suffer on her behalf. Really put your perverted little heart into it, Sparky. ]
[Her cackle definitely brings some discomfort after his pathetic act. His head lowers in embarrassment. So desperate for her taste and touch once again that he'd even stoop so low as to beg.
But it shows how he yearns for it so much that his tongue is immediately out when the knife returns near his mouth, licking the flat side to lap up what is just a sample of her sweet taste. Not even the small cut to his cheek is acknowledged as he's licking the steel until Monika lifts it away once more.
That's fine. He'd already beg for it, so he'll earn more. Able to lap at her pussy now, right?]
What...?
[Not pathetic enough? His eyes are wide in surprise. After that... that display. she doesn't think it's pathetic enough? Surprised, Soundwave is easily pushed down to his back and continued pressure on his chest gets a groan out of him, struggling yet also not struggling hard enough to push the foot away from him.
It's a struggle, of course, to use those words he'd considered undignified. Perhaps, in this moment, it'll be fine to toss dignity aside for pleasure, to have his face shoved between her legs. But what came out of his mouth instead is:]
You... You wouldn't be able to say anything else but "privates", either.
[Oh, he's just asking for punishment with that. In this position, he knows he's just asking forit. Or, he might just be a glutton for punishment.]
[ Her eyes narrow to slits. This is what she meant about him being feisty. Then again, she'd also joked about him seeking this awful treatment on purpose. She's getting more sure about her hunch about him loving to be subjugated. Not as much of the big bad alien she thought he was, is he? She almost wishes he were his full size. It'd make this all the more satisfying, knowing someone six times her height was wrapped around her finger so tightly.
Oh, how lucky for him. She's ever-so-willing to feed the glutton what he craves.
Monika sets the knife down, eyeing him as her foot presses in harder. The glow from his blood on her face adds a otherworldly glint to her green eyes, something she'd think was a lovely touch if she could see it. ]
What? [ She leans down, increasing the pressure. ] Something like penis? Va~gi~na~?
[ He's right. Normally, she'd sputter and blush, muttering nonsense, then lash out because someone wanted her to do something so embarrassing. But when it comes to proving a point? Putting someone in their place? Her usual hangups get thrown out the window if it means she comes out on top. ]
Hm~ No. That's way too clinical, isn't it? Dick, then. Cock. Ahaha, throbbing member~ [ She fakes a look of surprise. ] But wait! In your case, you'd need to be using another word. What is it you're supposed to be saying to me again? Oh, right.
[ Her foot shifts to the floor, then she shows off the new toy she found on the table. When jabbed against his side, he'll get quite the shock. Literally. Is he extra conductive because he's usually made of metal? It'll be fun to find out.
Once he's gotten the message for a few seconds, she pulls away the stun gun and lets him have a moment to recover. He's got a task to complete if he'd like to continue on her route, after all. ]
Say it with me, Sparky. "May I eat your pussy, Lord Monika?"
[Alright, he'll concede on that point. Monika has proven herself able to say all of those words with a straight face. Is it because of her having total control over him that she's so confident now?
Still, his own hangups remain regardless, and it'll take more than pressing a foot down on him to get him to say those words. Which Monika seems to have found an answer to. He sees the stun gun in her hand, but he doesn't know what that is. Sure, they have stun guns where he's from, but not ones that look like what Monika is holding in her hand.
The confused look on his face is brief when Soundwave finds out what it is as soon as it's jabbed to his side. Eyes wide, he lets out a pained scream during the few seconds he's shocked.]
Eeek! Ngh- aaaaah--
[Mercifully, it lasts only for a few seconds, but that few seconds is enough to convinced Soundwave that perhaps he shouldn't try being too feisty, as she said. That didn't make him cum, thankfully... as that would've been more humiliating than the position he's already in. That would just give her more proof that he's enjoying the pain, but his cock is leaking a lot of pre onto his stomach.
If it was done to his real body, it would've tickled him. Speaking of, it makes him wonder briefly.... The knife and the stun gun. Would she had used them if she didn't know that this body isn't a holoavatar? That she could so gleefully hurt without seemingly much consequences?
Regardless, Monika has made her message clear, and the... shocking play is both pain and pleasurable. They still linger on his side. For now, it's best to surrender, even if he may struggle to get the word out. Soon after he finds his voice again, panting and heaving.]
May I... May I eat your p-.... puss... [No, he has to make his voice clear to her without stumbling so much. Try again. Deep breath, then he forces himself to say:] May I eat your pussy, Lord Monika?
[His cock throbs. Notably, even before Monika reached for the stun gun, his erection is rising and getting harder from the terrible treatment he's receiving. Which does lead credence to him being a glutton for punishments.]
[ This time, the narrowing of her eyes is from pure amusement. This despair is so familiar, just like coming home after a long absence, surrounded by the things that mean something. Everything feels as it should again. What tiny shred of reason she has remaining tells her she shouldn't think like that. It's ignored.
She hums out a noise when she sees just what she's done to him. How interesting! That cock of his sure is putting on a show of its own. Is he going to leak all over the floor at this point? Is his real body out there somewhere, doing the same? Was he hurting the same? Screaming the same? Did he wish she was doing this directly to him, showing zero regard for his safety?
With another hum, she crouches over his projected body, directly above his increasingly-soaked abdomen. The part of her he wants is getting so tantalizing close. He can probably feel the heat emanating off of her. He's not the only one deeply turned on by this treatment. ]
You're getting better.
[ Maybe the fact that she's being very careful about not touching him will give him a hint of what's coming. The humming's getting obnoxious as the stun gun trails down the arm she'd cut before. ]
But! Still not good enough. Once more, with feeling~
[ She twists the prongs around his wound and shocks him again, then quickly stops. There's not much of a recovery period this time, however. She shocks him again. Stops. Again. Stops. Again, again. At this point, she may not need him to do any sort of eating out.
Her dark side was feasting. If only he'd never offered her so many scraps, tempting it out of the murky depths where it belonged. ]
[They both are feeding each other's darkness. Soundwave instead is willing to endure any pain or torture just to receive what he wanted (or even to satisfy his partner's desires) rather than causing pain himself.
Although it's.... "Safe" doing all this bloody acts with the holoavatar at least, even when the pain is being transferred mentally to his real body.
It's so tempting to lift his body up just to feel the heat press against his wet abdomen. Tempting to shuffle up bit by bit until his cock meets with her heat. Although the latter is noticable than the former...
However, Soundwave is paralyzed on what to do in this, only able to look up at Monika, and then the stun gun trailing down his wounded arm. A whimper escapes from his throat and his body shivers, watching the stun gun on his arm, breathing becoming heavy as she gets closer to his cut.]
What? Don't make such an unreasonable-- argh!
[The indignation comes back, only for Monika to twist his open wound, causing more blood to spill onto the floor, and then another yelp from the shock. However, that doesn't compare to the pain that comes next. The repeated shocking to his injured arm is still too much even with his high tolerance for pain, even in this fragile body. Each shock gets a pained squeal, a cry, scream, and a squirm, begging for Monika to stop just for it to be cut off by the shock.
It was becoming more pain than pleasure at this point, but soon enough he unceremoniously comes from the shocking.]
M-may I! Please may I eat your pussy, Lord... Monika. Please!
[There it is. More emotions are put into his begging, Monika managed to pull that out of him via torture. Though if she continues with the shocking despite his begging, he'll have no choice but to get physical with her. Otherwise, he'll cook up a revenge plan soon enough. Perhaps soon after he gets his deserved reward.]
[ Throughout it all, all the agony and screaming and begging, she simply watches. Her gaze remains detached, empty, almost as if observing the effects of an awful experiment being run on her behalf. Keeping herself detached from the horrors she's begat helps. Responsibility can't fall upon her shoulders if she hardly feels anything for the target of her wrath.
The experiment's a success, and so she'll end it for the time being. The stun gun clatters on the elevator floor, blood splattering around it. Her head tilts, and she reaches down to hold his chin, rubbing her thumb under it almost affectionately. Now he's marked, too, smudges of purple from her soaked fingers painting his skin. ]
Said the cunning spider to the fly, "Dear friend, what shall I do, to prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?"
[ Such a fitting poem for the moment. What a winding web she weaves, leading in tender morsels to devour whole. With a gentle touch from one fair Maiden, now he knows just how dangerous she can truly be.
But...also generous. The heat he craves sinks down onto his body, digging into the mess on his stomach, and she leans down to bring her face close to his. ]
What a good little peon you are. And did you come for me, too? [ She briefly pouts. ] Darn. I didn't get to see it at all!
[ Oh well. In due time. She drags herself up, leaving a trail of wetness along her pathway up to his mouth. Then there she perches, a queen on her throne, allowing him the reward he suffered so dearly for.
[The torture has passed. Soundwave is given the chance to take a breather, metaphorically speaking. Still the avatar is panting and heaving. His other arm has taken quite the beating today and it feels so numb now. , drool trickling out of the corner of his mouth, until he feels her soft fingers on his chin. His gaze weakly shifts to her, his mouth opens but the words he wants to speak is stuck in his throat. Despite everything, there's a certain look in his eyes-- a hint of affection and awed of the person above him.
He doesn't know where the poem is from, but the line is truly fitting for the moment. Lulled by her sweetness, and now he's spilling blood. This different side of Monika, does she strike fear in him...? No, not really. He's faced and stood up against worse than her. Hardly much ever scares him. Plus, he put himself in this situation, even if he plans to get back at her for all that she gave to him. But now he knows. What he had experienced with Monika yesterday was merely a crumb of how dangerous Monika can be, how she's truly capable of violence.
He wonders if this is how she truly is in the inside? The type to enjoy inflicting pain to others, having total control... He wonders if she actually cares about him? He could read her mind..... No, he'd rather not find that out and believes that she does care about her first friend here.
He wiggles slightly under her weight on his stomach, even with the heat is on his wet, sticky stomach, it feels nice to rub on. Then, her face being so close to his, praising him for being a good peon... Why, it makes him feel happy inside that he's pleased her enough to praise him. Indeed, he came, too. Soundwave gives her a wordless nod.
Then, comes her pussy on his mouth.
As soon as she gives the word, he goes to work to drink and eat up the sweet nectar he's been declined of until now, tongue lapping across her folds, moaning into her. The fresh cut on his cheek stings when her fluid makes contact, but he ignores it. Too busy pleasuring his queen, mouthing several muffled "thank you" while his lips pressed and kissed her pussy, to care about any lingering pain he's still feeling.
Half-lidded eyes remain on Monika's while he works on her pussy. He didn't have much of an opportunity to have a good look at Monika's face again while he was reeling in pain. Her lofty green gaze looking down on him.... It fits so well with the bright glow of his purple blood on her cheek.]
Lord Monika, you are... truly beautiful.
[A praise in between his tongue lapping her folds and clip, before he wiggles it to enter her pussy. Ah, it's only been less than half a day since he finds his lips on her pussy, but oh how much he missed her nectar until he's gotten a taste of her again.]
[ It's a good thing he doesn't read her mind. When she's like this, in her dissociative state? He's an object. A means to an end. A thing to get her what she wants. Nothing more. While there is something like affection hiding under all that apathy, it's the patronizing, condescending kind, like watching a helpless animal bumbling around while a predator lurks in the shadows, waiting to pounce. What a poor thing. So weak. So unworthy of her true affection, when death's so inevitable.
If only she realized, sometimes those helpless animals fight back violently when they're cornered.
Until she learns that, she continues focusing only on herself and her wants. He gets a smile at the look in his eyes--no matter her state of mind, she loves being admired like that--then another appreciative stroke under his chin after he nods. Such a good pet, the fly that'd wandered into her parlor.
And like a good little pet, he devours her without hesitation. She moans in satisfaction, clutching his temples. The aphro combined with indulging in the side of her that loves to hurt has had her teetering on the edge, apt to crumble as quickly as he had. Even the lightest press of his tongue makes her tremble. He's not keeping things light, though, not with how eagerly he's accepted his reward.
Panting, whimpering, she sneaks a glance down at him. His face is already a mess, a slurry of their fluids, a disturbing palette over the canvas of his skin. It excites her further. Then he gives the best touch of all. He praises her, treats her like the exalted being on high she believes she is. ]
Fuck--
[ Her usual self leaks back out. She's so special. He's saying this, just to her. He wants her. He craves her. He needs her.
She cries out, her hips jerking against his face, harder and harder. It's not long before she's practically riding him. It's likely making it a struggle to keep tasting her, but she doesn't care. He's an object. A means to an end. Nothing at all.
He's everything.
Nails dig into his skull as if she's intent on cracking it, and she shouts more praise, screams his name. She'd be disappointed later at how quickly he'd done this to her, but it's hard to care now when she's enveloped in pure pleasure. Her pussy pulses against him, her orgasm coating his face, dribbling down his chin and neck.
Barely a day, and she missed this. She wants it, again and again. ]
[Soon. Soon enough, she'll learn how this helpless animal can fight back, if he's denied of his own pleasure next.
Right now, his pleasure is found in the pleasure of his partner. His dominant. His Queen. His focus lies solely on pleasuring Monika than his own. Thus why he hasn't been touching himself, but in his mind, he'll get his turn next. Or eventually.
Hungrily eating out her pussy, feasting on her fluid dripping out of her as his face becomes more and more of a wet mess with strands of hair sticking to him, until it's become unfeasible when Monika's jerking when to riding him. It's difficult to lap his tongue on her, this way. Still, his tongue remains out, so her pussy will at least drag across it and his face.
It hurts a little, how she's rubbing herself with his face and clenching his head, but the hurt adds to the experience. At the moment, he hardly cares how Monika decides to use him. She's free to do however she wishes to get to her climax. And, what an explosive climax it is. It brings great pleasure to hear her cries, praises, and his name out of her mouth. All the while his face is being painted in her orgasm, which he's already licking around his lips.
Once it's over, an exhale, then his tongue gets back to working on her pussy. It's a more gentle lapping now, careful to not overstimulate as he self-assigned a task to clean her fluid off her throbbing pussy. Though, really it's to also continue having a taste of her post-orgasm.
Then, more praises come her way]
Lord Monika, so beautiful, sweet, and generous. I want... need more of you.
[His craving for her has yet to be completely quelled. He has a request.]
[ Slowly, she comes down, but not as completely as she would've if she hadn't been subjected to the Maiden's aphrodisiacal onslaught. There's hardly any sensitivity to worry about. She feels like she could already go for more, one burst of pleasure melding into the next. Maybe she would...
As her thighs twitch once, twice, finally, she pays him mind. Her chest rises and falls unevenly, her gaze mildly unfocused. She's smiling, however. Pleased. ]
Ahaha. I bet you do.
[ The praise is lovely, and it continues feeding her superiority, her power over him. Why should she give him anything until she's up to it? He's there for her use.
She hums thoughtfully as she brushes some of his stuck hair away from his face. It's gentle. He deserves a little taste of gentle after she's been anything but, if only to prepare him for the next round of cruelty. ]
You'll have it when I want you to~
[ There's hardly any hesitation. Her hands snap back around his temples, and she shoves his mouth up into her drenched folds. She groans, already grinding against him again, shaking all over once more. ]
[That isn't fair at all. Monika has received her pleasure, so now it's his turn to get what he wanted, as well. Of course, what he wanted is also for his Queen to be happy, but he's just fulfilled that and he could fulfill it again once he had his turn with Monika.
Soundwave doesn't voice his displeasure, but it is at least shown on the avatar's face before she shoves it into her drenched pussy. That said, he does enjoy the gentle brushes on his forehead, pushing the strands sticking to him.
He could just push Monika over. If only his one arm isn't fully numbed from the torture earlier, then he would've easily toppled Monika over. Well, he could simply dematerialized the avatar and reappear. Honestly, that option has always been there for him to take. It's the more practical option over the needless struggles he's taken, but... Where is the fun in that?
Instead, he'll do ask commanded, immediately lapping up her pussy. Be the obedient peon that she's made him into and enact whatever cruel idea she's cooking up in her mind. He'll wait for an opportunity. Wait for her to relax her hold over him before he acts against his Queen. For now, he'll keep enjoying her nectar.]
[ Fair? Why be fair? It's only fair to give her what she wants. Nothing could possibly be more fair than that.
Thankfully, none of that feisty side comes out of him...until she notices that brief show of displeasure. For that, he gets a glare. It won't go unpunished. She'll have to suffer a little herself to do so, but she thinks it'll be worth it.
As he dutifully works, quickly drawing her back to the edge, she leans back and moans into the small space. While her reaction's genuine, it's also to cover up her peeking down to the floor, seeking where she'd dropped the stun gun. The volume of her moans gets upped once she spots it, and she pushes her thighs down to further block his view. She grabs it, biting her lip when it nearly slips away from the remaining blood, but soon enough, it's securely in her hand.
The moans get swallowed down. Monika chuckles, staring down at him, eyes widening from the deranged anticipation she's feeling. She waits until she's nearly there, almost ready to snap again, closer and closer-- ]
Strike two.
[ She gasps, gasps harder, so close, then as she's coming a second time, she digs the stun gun into his shoulder and switches it on. She doesn't get the full brunt like he does, but she feels it, and her pleasure swirls with it to form something else entirely new.
Just like she'd discovered once before, sometimes hurting yourself only makes you feel more alive. ]
[Monika's moaning works to distract him from her real goal. The sweet and increasingly loud moan has Soundwave closes his eyes while he services her pussy, trying to get to her second orgasm so he can enact his plan. However, his eyes crack open at the chuckle, then widen at the new deranged look on her face.
Strike two? Is she planning something...?
The orgasm comes first, but it's far too late for him to notice the stun gun in her hand, aiming at his shoulder. Unable to voice his protest in time before a scream tears out of him instead. Once again, feeling more pain then pleasure, yet his hips are humping and twitching while ejaculating cum onto himself and on her back.
At least, it isn't on his wounded arm, but still the jolt of pain on his shoulder temporarily incapacitate Soundwave. Ah, he can't keep letting her get away with all this. He might've been feisty with his responses, yes, but he still ends up doing as she commanded. She's orgasming right now as he wanted her to, so it's time for payback.
By sheer willpower, Soundwave lifts both of his arms, completely ignores the pain as he begins his struggle to push Monika off him. The cornered animal is now fighting back against his predator and showing a full struggle he hasn't showed before. He'll feel bad, but right now, there's no remorse as he punches Monika at her waists, repeatedly until she goes down. With her thigh so close to his face, Soundwave also turns his to her thigh and bites down. Despite it all, he's careful not to pierce her flesh, but he'll sink them down hard enough for her to feel pain before letting go.
[ Monika begins to laugh while the waves of pleasure and pain spread through her body and curl her toes, and this time, a lot of the twitching is involuntary. Most of all, though, she's supremely satisfied. Once again, he's been had. She's won. Why does he make it so easy? Come on, give her something to fight against! It'll stop being fun if he keeps handing her these victories!
Just as she's fighting more laughter at the shower he's spraying on himself and her back, she doesn't notice she's getting what she asked for. Her prey begins to fight back, and her hubris blinds her to what's, haha, coming. Though she feels him shifting under her, she thinks it's simply his struggles to resist completely losing himself.
Oh, how hard the mighty do fall.
A different pain shocks her, cutting through the rest. Her expression is just as shocked before it shifts to absolute confusion. What is he--? ]
H-Hey. [ He strikes, strikes and strikes, and she drops the stun gun, crying out at each hit. ] Hey! St-Stop! STOP!
[ The roar she looses from her throat echoes around them, drowning out the laughter of the Maiden. The bite, aimed at such a sensitive place, has finally done her in. Monika tumbles to the floor to escape him, collapsing in quite the undignified position, twitching from pain and indignation. That, and the damage to her ego. That stings the most.
How dare he? After all she's done for him? After all she's given him?
Anger surges. She snarls, glaring over her shoulder at him, then scrambles to grab her nearest weapon. When she's hurt, she refuses to hurt alone. He'll pay for his third strike with the shock of his life. No one, not even him, will end her reign. ]
Nothing in his life can be more satisfying than bringing a tyrant down and ending their reign.
Monika has successfully fallen, but it's not over just yet. Soundwave scrambles back up onto his feet and immediately kicks the stun gun away so she couldn't reach it. His arms are still hurting. His ears are ringing from her roar, but... Just power through it. He's went through worse injuries than this. Ignoring the pain, he grabs for the ornate knife on the table and then makes to tackle Monika onto the ground. And, if successfully, straddles her stomach next and press the knife against her throat.
Sorry, Monika, but this time, you're going to have to fight to take back the throne. And Soundwave isn't going to make it easy for her. After all, she had it easy at the start. Practically handed on a silver platter, but now he isn't going down.
His lips aren't as deranged as Monika's, still stoic despite everything, but his crimson eyes speak differently. They are wide and glow bright red.]
[ Ahh, what cliched saying would work best for this? What goes around comes around? You reap what you sow? Karma's a bitch? They all run through her head when she hears that chuckle, then make a dizzying loop as she watches the stun gun skitter out of reach.
Things are falling apart. They can't. They can't.
As reality comes crashing down along with her reign, so does she. Literally. So caught up in her fall from grace, she doesn't see the next attack coming. Suddenly, she's staring at the ceiling, dazed and breathless from hitting the floor. Suddenly, she's unable to scream. Not when her own weapon's used against her.
Her throat rolls under the blade, fear slipping into her eyes despite trying to keep it away. She doesn't have another body to retreat to if she gets too damaged. There's no restarting. There's only her. Just Monika. Painfully human, incredibly fragile.
Did her eyes look the same when he was forced to stare up at her? Did she look nearly so terrifying? ]
St-- [ She swallows again, her voice so much weaker. ] Stop.
[ He'll see reason, right? Show her mercy? She only did what he wanted! He needed her! ]
[Oh, what's this? The look on her face. It's definitely then when she stayed atop him. The look of someone who thought they had it all, control over someone, only to be reminded that... she truly has no control over him. Hah. Nobody may control him. He thought he's moved past from seeing such faces on someone. The fear. The panic. But seeing them again on Monika's face? ... Oh, how delicious it truly is.]
Got. You.
[He wonders... How is she feeling? Being the prey now, no longer the predator? To have all her power be taken away from her, and be reminded just how fragile she truly is. After all, she's human now, isn't she? She isn't in a video game.]
Now, I believe... It's time you feel all the pain you inflicted on me.
[He raises the blade up him, his eyes aim for shoulder. Tension rising as his blade lingers up in the air, drinking in the fear and panic in her eyes. Then, he brings it down.
....
Except it doesn't pierce her shoulder. Instead, the tip of the knife hit the ground just above her shoulder.]
...
[For a moment, Soundwave doesn't say anything. Merely stares into her eyes while holding the blade in place, until he finally lets out a sigh. He leans back, brings the knife to his left palm, and clenches around it until he bleeds before tossing the knife across the room. Far away from them both, so neither of them have anything dangerous in arm's reach to use against each other. Just them, and a few harmless sex toys.]
As I thought... I can't bear to hurt you. There's no joy in it. [His presses his hand against her cheek, paints her with his bright purple blood, then smears some along her lips with his thumb, gently coaxing her to open her mouth. Ah, his palm stings... He keeps his hand on her cheek for her to drink some of his fake blood, if she so wishes]
But, still. Open wide for me. Please.
[No matter what, no matter of his state or how his mind is affected, he can't betray his principles. Perhaps a more powerful aphrodisiac could, but not this. He may enjoy it when he has his control taken consensually, but he doesn't find much joy in having total control over somebody himself, or inflict pain, or cause fear in someone's heart. He's never the type to reign over someone.
[ And so it comes, the penalty for flying too close to the sun. Her lips press together to keep any further noises in, or at least attempt to. She watches the knife rise, glint in the light, reflect the soft glow of his eyes and blood.
So this is it, then. It must be the end. Is he aiming for her heart? Her shoulder? She shuts her eyes, just so he can't have her fear and panic in them at the very end. In fact, something like peace spreads over her. Or, perhaps, something more like resignation. Acceptance. She'd been so ready to die before in her game. Out she goes now, pierced by ice instead of consumed by fire.
She feels him move to strike. Her body tenses, preparing for it--
Her eyes fly back open at the sound of the blade hitting the floor. She stares up at him, utterly shocked. The feeling builds further at his next actions, his words. Has she already died...?
No. His touch is real as ever. So is his taste. Her eyelids grow heavier once his thumb hits her lips. It warms her when it hits her tongue, sinks in like a drug. She can't resist it much longer. Can't resist him. She licks and tastes, taking in his sweet essence, taking him inside of her once more. ]
Thank you. [ After murmuring that, her mouth falls open a bit more, mostly to recover the breaths she'd lost before. ] I'm...
[ She closes her eyes again. The apology won't make it out. She still doesn't think she did anything wrong, but she'll allow this. Her mouth turns towards his palm to gently soothe his wound with her tongue, then her jaw slackens further. She'll give him what he wants, just as she'd been doing before. ]
I know. ... And I forgive you. You're free to do whatever you so wishes once I am satisfied.
[Does she sincerely feel sorry about all of that? Maybe, maybe not. But he accepts her apology. He actually feels bad, regarding how he treated her just moments ago. Momentarily, he had enjoyed the fearful look. That can't be denied, but after that... there isn't much joy to be found anymore.
Oh well. He's made his point clear... and she can do whatever she wishes to him once he's done satiating his own wants.
That said, Soundwave doesn't immediately seek to soothe his ache down his crotch, allowing Monika some time to breath after such the short but intense moment, allowing her to lick his wound and drink his blood. A sharp inhale through gritted teeth as the wound is being soothed, then a soft exhales. Satisfied and recovered enough, he then slathers above her and brushes his wet tip on her skin, leaving a trail of pre along the way to her mouth. Though he makes a small detour and teases one of her hardened nipple, pressing and rubbing his cock on it.
Hands wrap around the back of her head first, his cock lingers above her mouth for a few seconds, before sliding his cockhead inside. He stills for a couple of seconds, just for her to have a taste of him first, before proceeding further and deeper into her throat until her lips are pressed against the base, body shivering whole.
He couldn't help but letting a moan escapes from his throat, before looking down at Monika with a much gentler but still glowing crimson eyes.]
Still... I want you to know how it feels when you rode my face.
[And that they needed to have hardcore sex, right? At least that was what the Maiden demanded of them.
With that warning, he pulls his hips back, nearly all the way out, then slams his hips forward onto her face. Pulls out again, then slams it back in, repeating the process until he finds a steady but rough pace. Groaning from sheer pleasure, he keeps his hands on the back of her hand so to help cushioned her head from hitting the hard floor under her.]
Your throat is....
[Feels incredible. Having his throbbing cock fully sheathed in her throat.... this feels way different than last night.]
There's no time to consider it further. What is this about him being satisfied? She gave him her mouth. That's all he asked for. So why...?
He's sliding higher. Her eyes widen a little, then she relaxes. Ah, it makes sense now. A repeat of last night! Easy enough. She handled him without too much trouble. It's easier to miss the storm looming in the distance, moving in to wreak havoc upon her. The brush of his cock against her nipple lulls her further into false comfort, blotting out the dark clouds.
Then his hands slide under her head.
Oh. That's new. Maybe he's giving her a kiss? No? His cock presses insistently against her lips. She blinks rapidly, faster still when she hears his words, when he keeps pushing in. This isn't what she expected. This isn't last night. The first noise of distress leaks out, then more and more. He's not stopping. He's not stopping.
Monika struggles beneath him, the shock in her eyes contrasting with the gentleness in his. She can hardly breathe. Most of her gasps for air are sucked in through her nose, coughed back out around his cock. The battle for oxygen only worsens as he begins to move in earnest. This isn't last night.
Her hands push at his thighs, desperate for reprieve, but he only keeps slamming in, over and over. Karma clearly wasn't done with her yet. At all. ]
[Soundwave is... excited. Elated. This feeling-- It's exceeding the expectation he has after last night, and that means that the physical needs of his body and the elation he's having with satisfying his cock are going to overstep some of the concerns with how he's riding her face.
... Although it's more accurate to say, slamming his hips into her face.
Forcing his cock down Monika's throat is quickly proving to be an addicting feeling. To keep fucking Monika's face. But, ah... He has to remind himself that humans needs oxygen to survive. Monika needs oxygen.
Which means he better be quick about this, even if he'd prefer to have his cock fully wrapped around the warmth of her mouth for longer. There's no way he can keep using her mouth... He isn't going to be satisfied with just coming once, either.
He doesn't want to hurt her, but he never said that he won't be rough with her. Seeing her struggle gives him some sort of sick enjoyment out of it. Was this how Monika felt sitting on his face like a throne? Using his face to pleased herself? Well, no doubt shoving a cock down a throat is a different feeling that rubbing pussy against face. However, this feeling of dominance and power trip does tickle his crotch more than he should.]
I know... It's difficult to breathe, but-- Just a bit longer...
[As such, he continues to fuck that mouth of hers without any regard that she's losing air, thrusting in and out with earnestness, balls slapping at her bulged throat. His brows furrow, teeth gritting as he's getting closer and closer to climax. He might feel bad afterward, that's a certainty. But, right now? That rough facefucking is going to last for many more seconds until--
His hips slam down hard and cock throbs in her mouth for a second, before the merciful release of thick cum fill down her throat. Biting down his bottom lips, he stifles his moan into a whine, fingers clench around her hair, keeping her head pressing firmly against him while he's climaxing. It certainly won't help Monika regaining any air, this way. Well, it's not his top concern during climax.]
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Far too focused on Monika's breast for him to realize the knife is back in her hand. Too late to notice it coming, too late to avoid the slash.]
Ah!
[That would do it. With that one slash, Soundwave releases her nipple with a pained sound, holding the fresh wound on his arm with his other hand, body shivering, blood leaking out between his fingers. It looks like he's bleeding, only that.... it is glowing bright purple.
Soundwave huffs, lets go of his bleeding arm, and looks down to his bloodied hand. Clenching into a fist, his eyes then lift back up to Monika, ignoring the pain. He's suffered worse injuries than this.]
I didn't think you had it in you.
[He keeps his eyes trained on Monika's but keeping the knife in his peripheral. Just in case. Then, he reaches his bloodied hand to her face and presses it against her cheek, smearing his blood on her. It should be safe. Unlike his real blood where it may possibly be toxic to humans, this is just a hologram.
But if the knife would be a cause for him to second guess his action... Well, he dives forward for his lips to press against hers, not caring about the potential consequences. Even if she tries again, he'll ignore the pain for a passionate kiss.
But he does eventually break the kiss and says:]
Fine. You win. I'll follow only your command.
[He'll submit. For now.]
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Wouldn't want you thinking I'm a pushover, would I?
[ His hand slides against her, a fresh brand. Her head tilts back, the smile widening. What a claim. She claims him back, her tongue slipping out of one corner of her mouth, stealing a taste. It may not be real, but it's real enough to her, just like swallowing him whole had been the previous night. He'd tasted good then, and he tastes just as good now.
The smile remains when he goes for a kiss. She'll allow it, because it feels so good when combined with just how fucked up this situation was increasingly becoming. Monika pulls him forward with the hand holding the knife, the cold metal pressing into his back, but it's just the upper part of the blade. A small reprieve built into a small warning.
Once he moves away, she wipes at her lips, smudging blood onto them. A giant mech, made of metal, held in the palm of her hands. It's almost too easy. ]
Don't forget the "Lord" part. It's important~
[ After recklessly dragging the flat of the knife against her folds, she holds it to his lips. But before he can possibly have a taste of her, she lifts it out of reach then nods towards the floor, the Maiden's hums of pleasure brushing past her ears. ]
Go on. Beg for the privilege of tasting me again.
[ Since he makes things so easy. ]
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That thrill shoots up when he sees her nonchalantly tastes his blood. Much like how she was able to taste him last night, his blood had a metallic and sweet taste to it. However, the consistency is best described as lubricants like oil than it is human blood.
Flicking some of the fresh purple blood still on his hand, he then smears some more on the wall behind Monika to clean up his hand a little, Soundwave could just as easily "healed" the wound, by rematerializing the holoavatar. But he keeps it at this state for now, so he could feel the pain and pleasure lingering on his arm, a constant reminder of who's in charge.
Besides, Monika looks.... Beautiful with his blood on her, so if some more got onto her, it'll be great.
His tongue slips out to have a taste of Monika on the knife. But alas, it isn't meant to be, as Monika lifts the knife away from his face. Her demand for him to beg gets a mildly surprise look on his face.
His mouth opens and closes, hesitant to follow such a command. It's so lowly of him to beg, but...... he finds himself lowering down to his knees
anyway. Arms wrapping around her leg, he stares up at Monika with a pleading and desperate look in his eyes, with his wounded arm pressing against the other leg, painting his blood on her.]
I... Please, Lord Monika. I want to taste you again. Not just your... your private- [Of course, even in this state, still refuses the less dignified terms.] I want to taste... all of you. So.... please.
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Her lips purse into a pout as she tuts. It'd almost read as some facsimile of pity, if not for how wicked she continues to look. ]
Aww. Look at you. Kind of pathetic, isn't it?
[ She noticed the hesitance. May as well rub salt into a different wound. What's he going to do about it? Bleed on her more?
He's done a decent enough job. She'll prod the side of his mouth with the knife, allowing him the sampling of her he was denied before. That, and another small cut along his cheek to join the other. A true generosity. She could've made the price for that gift worse.
It's all a ruse, of course. She's not done. ]
But the thing is...I don't think you're pathetic enough.
[ Her bloodied leg slides out of his grasp, and as she leans back against the wall for balance, she presses her foot against his chest. She'll push and push until he's on his back on the floor. She'll push, push, push until he submits, brushing the knife over her tongue to enjoy another sweet treat while she waits. ]
Ask me again. And... [ She can hardly suppress her giggle. ] Don't use "privates."
[ It'd be a struggle for her, too, being so undignified. She's not the one begging right now, though, is she? So please, suffer on her behalf. Really put your perverted little heart into it, Sparky. ]
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But it shows how he yearns for it so much that his tongue is immediately out when the knife returns near his mouth, licking the flat side to lap up what is just a sample of her sweet taste. Not even the small cut to his cheek is acknowledged as he's licking the steel until Monika lifts it away once more.
That's fine. He'd already beg for it, so he'll earn more. Able to lap at her pussy now, right?]
What...?
[Not pathetic enough? His eyes are wide in surprise. After that... that display. she doesn't think it's pathetic enough? Surprised, Soundwave is easily pushed down to his back and continued pressure on his chest gets a groan out of him, struggling yet also not struggling hard enough to push the foot away from him.
It's a struggle, of course, to use those words he'd considered undignified. Perhaps, in this moment, it'll be fine to toss dignity aside for pleasure, to have his face shoved between her legs. But what came out of his mouth instead is:]
You... You wouldn't be able to say anything else but "privates", either.
[Oh, he's just asking for punishment with that. In this position, he knows he's just asking forit. Or, he might just be a glutton for punishment.]
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Oh, how lucky for him. She's ever-so-willing to feed the glutton what he craves.
Monika sets the knife down, eyeing him as her foot presses in harder. The glow from his blood on her face adds a otherworldly glint to her green eyes, something she'd think was a lovely touch if she could see it. ]
What? [ She leans down, increasing the pressure. ] Something like penis? Va~gi~na~?
[ He's right. Normally, she'd sputter and blush, muttering nonsense, then lash out because someone wanted her to do something so embarrassing. But when it comes to proving a point? Putting someone in their place? Her usual hangups get thrown out the window if it means she comes out on top. ]
Hm~ No. That's way too clinical, isn't it? Dick, then. Cock. Ahaha, throbbing member~ [ She fakes a look of surprise. ] But wait! In your case, you'd need to be using another word. What is it you're supposed to be saying to me again? Oh, right.
[ Her foot shifts to the floor, then she shows off the new toy she found on the table. When jabbed against his side, he'll get quite the shock. Literally. Is he extra conductive because he's usually made of metal? It'll be fun to find out.
Once he's gotten the message for a few seconds, she pulls away the stun gun and lets him have a moment to recover. He's got a task to complete if he'd like to continue on her route, after all. ]
Say it with me, Sparky. "May I eat your pussy, Lord Monika?"
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Still, his own hangups remain regardless, and it'll take more than pressing a foot down on him to get him to say those words. Which Monika seems to have found an answer to. He sees the stun gun in her hand, but he doesn't know what that is. Sure, they have stun guns where he's from, but not ones that look like what Monika is holding in her hand.
The confused look on his face is brief when Soundwave finds out what it is as soon as it's jabbed to his side. Eyes wide, he lets out a pained scream during the few seconds he's shocked.]
Eeek! Ngh- aaaaah--
[Mercifully, it lasts only for a few seconds, but that few seconds is enough to convinced Soundwave that perhaps he shouldn't try being too feisty, as she said. That didn't make him cum, thankfully... as that would've been more humiliating than the position he's already in. That would just give her more proof that he's enjoying the pain, but his cock is leaking a lot of pre onto his stomach.
If it was done to his real body, it would've tickled him. Speaking of, it makes him wonder briefly.... The knife and the stun gun. Would she had used them if she didn't know that this body isn't a holoavatar? That she could so gleefully hurt without seemingly much consequences?
Regardless, Monika has made her message clear, and the... shocking play is both pain and pleasurable. They still linger on his side. For now, it's best to surrender, even if he may struggle to get the word out. Soon after he finds his voice again, panting and heaving.]
May I... May I eat your p-.... puss... [No, he has to make his voice clear to her without stumbling so much. Try again. Deep breath, then he forces himself to say:] May I eat your pussy, Lord Monika?
[His cock throbs. Notably, even before Monika reached for the stun gun, his erection is rising and getting harder from the terrible treatment he's receiving. Which does lead credence to him being a glutton for punishments.]
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She hums out a noise when she sees just what she's done to him. How interesting! That cock of his sure is putting on a show of its own. Is he going to leak all over the floor at this point? Is his real body out there somewhere, doing the same? Was he hurting the same? Screaming the same? Did he wish she was doing this directly to him, showing zero regard for his safety?
With another hum, she crouches over his projected body, directly above his increasingly-soaked abdomen. The part of her he wants is getting so tantalizing close. He can probably feel the heat emanating off of her. He's not the only one deeply turned on by this treatment. ]
You're getting better.
[ Maybe the fact that she's being very careful about not touching him will give him a hint of what's coming. The humming's getting obnoxious as the stun gun trails down the arm she'd cut before. ]
But! Still not good enough. Once more, with feeling~
[ She twists the prongs around his wound and shocks him again, then quickly stops. There's not much of a recovery period this time, however. She shocks him again. Stops. Again. Stops. Again, again. At this point, she may not need him to do any sort of eating out.
Her dark side was feasting. If only he'd never offered her so many scraps, tempting it out of the murky depths where it belonged. ]
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Although it's.... "Safe" doing all this bloody acts with the holoavatar at least, even when the pain is being transferred mentally to his real body.
It's so tempting to lift his body up just to feel the heat press against his wet abdomen. Tempting to shuffle up bit by bit until his cock meets with her heat. Although the latter is noticable than the former...
However, Soundwave is paralyzed on what to do in this, only able to look up at Monika, and then the stun gun trailing down his wounded arm. A whimper escapes from his throat and his body shivers, watching the stun gun on his arm, breathing becoming heavy as she gets closer to his cut.]
What? Don't make such an unreasonable-- argh!
[The indignation comes back, only for Monika to twist his open wound, causing more blood to spill onto the floor, and then another yelp from the shock. However, that doesn't compare to the pain that comes next. The repeated shocking to his injured arm is still too much even with his high tolerance for pain, even in this fragile body. Each shock gets a pained squeal, a cry, scream, and a squirm, begging for Monika to stop just for it to be cut off by the shock.
It was becoming more pain than pleasure at this point, but soon enough he unceremoniously comes from the shocking.]
M-may I! Please may I eat your pussy, Lord... Monika. Please!
[There it is. More emotions are put into his begging, Monika managed to pull that out of him via torture. Though if she continues with the shocking despite his begging, he'll have no choice but to get physical with her. Otherwise, he'll cook up a revenge plan soon enough. Perhaps soon after he gets his deserved reward.]
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The experiment's a success, and so she'll end it for the time being. The stun gun clatters on the elevator floor, blood splattering around it. Her head tilts, and she reaches down to hold his chin, rubbing her thumb under it almost affectionately. Now he's marked, too, smudges of purple from her soaked fingers painting his skin. ]
Said the cunning spider to the fly, "Dear friend, what shall I do, to prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?"
[ Such a fitting poem for the moment. What a winding web she weaves, leading in tender morsels to devour whole. With a gentle touch from one fair Maiden, now he knows just how dangerous she can truly be.
But...also generous. The heat he craves sinks down onto his body, digging into the mess on his stomach, and she leans down to bring her face close to his. ]
What a good little peon you are. And did you come for me, too? [ She briefly pouts. ] Darn. I didn't get to see it at all!
[ Oh well. In due time. She drags herself up, leaving a trail of wetness along her pathway up to his mouth. Then there she perches, a queen on her throne, allowing him the reward he suffered so dearly for.
Her lofty gaze hardens. ]
Eat.
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He doesn't know where the poem is from, but the line is truly fitting for the moment. Lulled by her sweetness, and now he's spilling blood. This different side of Monika, does she strike fear in him...? No, not really. He's faced and stood up against worse than her. Hardly much ever scares him. Plus, he put himself in this situation, even if he plans to get back at her for all that she gave to him. But now he knows. What he had experienced with Monika yesterday was merely a crumb of how dangerous Monika can be, how she's truly capable of violence.
He wonders if this is how she truly is in the inside? The type to enjoy inflicting pain to others, having total control... He wonders if she actually cares about him? He could read her mind..... No, he'd rather not find that out and believes that she does care about her first friend here.
He wiggles slightly under her weight on his stomach, even with the heat is on his wet, sticky stomach, it feels nice to rub on. Then, her face being so close to his, praising him for being a good peon... Why, it makes him feel happy inside that he's pleased her enough to praise him. Indeed, he came, too. Soundwave gives her a wordless nod.
Then, comes her pussy on his mouth.
As soon as she gives the word, he goes to work to drink and eat up the sweet nectar he's been declined of until now, tongue lapping across her folds, moaning into her. The fresh cut on his cheek stings when her fluid makes contact, but he ignores it. Too busy pleasuring his queen, mouthing several muffled "thank you" while his lips pressed and kissed her pussy, to care about any lingering pain he's still feeling.
Half-lidded eyes remain on Monika's while he works on her pussy. He didn't have much of an opportunity to have a good look at Monika's face again while he was reeling in pain. Her lofty green gaze looking down on him.... It fits so well with the bright glow of his purple blood on her cheek.]
Lord Monika, you are... truly beautiful.
[A praise in between his tongue lapping her folds and clip, before he wiggles it to enter her pussy. Ah, it's only been less than half a day since he finds his lips on her pussy, but oh how much he missed her nectar until he's gotten a taste of her again.]
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If only she realized, sometimes those helpless animals fight back violently when they're cornered.
Until she learns that, she continues focusing only on herself and her wants. He gets a smile at the look in his eyes--no matter her state of mind, she loves being admired like that--then another appreciative stroke under his chin after he nods. Such a good pet, the fly that'd wandered into her parlor.
And like a good little pet, he devours her without hesitation. She moans in satisfaction, clutching his temples. The aphro combined with indulging in the side of her that loves to hurt has had her teetering on the edge, apt to crumble as quickly as he had. Even the lightest press of his tongue makes her tremble. He's not keeping things light, though, not with how eagerly he's accepted his reward.
Panting, whimpering, she sneaks a glance down at him. His face is already a mess, a slurry of their fluids, a disturbing palette over the canvas of his skin. It excites her further. Then he gives the best touch of all. He praises her, treats her like the exalted being on high she believes she is. ]
Fuck--
[ Her usual self leaks back out. She's so special. He's saying this, just to her. He wants her. He craves her. He needs her.
She cries out, her hips jerking against his face, harder and harder. It's not long before she's practically riding him. It's likely making it a struggle to keep tasting her, but she doesn't care. He's an object. A means to an end. Nothing at all.
He's everything.
Nails dig into his skull as if she's intent on cracking it, and she shouts more praise, screams his name. She'd be disappointed later at how quickly he'd done this to her, but it's hard to care now when she's enveloped in pure pleasure. Her pussy pulses against him, her orgasm coating his face, dribbling down his chin and neck.
Barely a day, and she missed this. She wants it, again and again. ]
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Right now, his pleasure is found in the pleasure of his partner. His dominant. His Queen. His focus lies solely on pleasuring Monika than his own. Thus why he hasn't been touching himself, but in his mind, he'll get his turn next. Or eventually.
Hungrily eating out her pussy, feasting on her fluid dripping out of her as his face becomes more and more of a wet mess with strands of hair sticking to him, until it's become unfeasible when Monika's jerking when to riding him. It's difficult to lap his tongue on her, this way. Still, his tongue remains out, so her pussy will at least drag across it and his face.
It hurts a little, how she's rubbing herself with his face and clenching his head, but the hurt adds to the experience. At the moment, he hardly cares how Monika decides to use him. She's free to do however she wishes to get to her climax. And, what an explosive climax it is. It brings great pleasure to hear her cries, praises, and his name out of her mouth. All the while his face is being painted in her orgasm, which he's already licking around his lips.
Once it's over, an exhale, then his tongue gets back to working on her pussy. It's a more gentle lapping now, careful to not overstimulate as he self-assigned a task to clean her fluid off her throbbing pussy. Though, really it's to also continue having a taste of her post-orgasm.
Then, more praises come her way]
Lord Monika, so beautiful, sweet, and generous. I want... need more of you.
[His craving for her has yet to be completely quelled. He has a request.]
May I... have your mouth next, Lord Monika?
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As her thighs twitch once, twice, finally, she pays him mind. Her chest rises and falls unevenly, her gaze mildly unfocused. She's smiling, however. Pleased. ]
Ahaha. I bet you do.
[ The praise is lovely, and it continues feeding her superiority, her power over him. Why should she give him anything until she's up to it? He's there for her use.
She hums thoughtfully as she brushes some of his stuck hair away from his face. It's gentle. He deserves a little taste of gentle after she's been anything but, if only to prepare him for the next round of cruelty. ]
You'll have it when I want you to~
[ There's hardly any hesitation. Her hands snap back around his temples, and she shoves his mouth up into her drenched folds. She groans, already grinding against him again, shaking all over once more. ]
Eat.
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Soundwave doesn't voice his displeasure, but it is at least shown on the avatar's face before she shoves it into her drenched pussy. That said, he does enjoy the gentle brushes on his forehead, pushing the strands sticking to him.
He could just push Monika over. If only his one arm isn't fully numbed from the torture earlier, then he would've easily toppled Monika over. Well, he could simply dematerialized the avatar and reappear. Honestly, that option has always been there for him to take. It's the more practical option over the needless struggles he's taken, but... Where is the fun in that?
Instead, he'll do ask commanded, immediately lapping up her pussy. Be the obedient peon that she's made him into and enact whatever cruel idea she's cooking up in her mind. He'll wait for an opportunity. Wait for her to relax her hold over him before he acts against his Queen. For now, he'll keep enjoying her nectar.]
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Thankfully, none of that feisty side comes out of him...until she notices that brief show of displeasure. For that, he gets a glare. It won't go unpunished. She'll have to suffer a little herself to do so, but she thinks it'll be worth it.
As he dutifully works, quickly drawing her back to the edge, she leans back and moans into the small space. While her reaction's genuine, it's also to cover up her peeking down to the floor, seeking where she'd dropped the stun gun. The volume of her moans gets upped once she spots it, and she pushes her thighs down to further block his view. She grabs it, biting her lip when it nearly slips away from the remaining blood, but soon enough, it's securely in her hand.
The moans get swallowed down. Monika chuckles, staring down at him, eyes widening from the deranged anticipation she's feeling. She waits until she's nearly there, almost ready to snap again, closer and closer-- ]
Strike two.
[ She gasps, gasps harder, so close, then as she's coming a second time, she digs the stun gun into his shoulder and switches it on. She doesn't get the full brunt like he does, but she feels it, and her pleasure swirls with it to form something else entirely new.
Just like she'd discovered once before, sometimes hurting yourself only makes you feel more alive. ]
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Strike two? Is she planning something...?
The orgasm comes first, but it's far too late for him to notice the stun gun in her hand, aiming at his shoulder. Unable to voice his protest in time before a scream tears out of him instead. Once again, feeling more pain then pleasure, yet his hips are humping and twitching while ejaculating cum onto himself and on her back.
At least, it isn't on his wounded arm, but still the jolt of pain on his shoulder temporarily incapacitate Soundwave. Ah, he can't keep letting her get away with all this. He might've been feisty with his responses, yes, but he still ends up doing as she commanded. She's orgasming right now as he wanted her to, so it's time for payback.
By sheer willpower, Soundwave lifts both of his arms, completely ignores the pain as he begins his struggle to push Monika off him. The cornered animal is now fighting back against his predator and showing a full struggle he hasn't showed before. He'll feel bad, but right now, there's no remorse as he punches Monika at her waists, repeatedly until she goes down. With her thigh so close to his face, Soundwave also turns his to her thigh and bites down. Despite it all, he's careful not to pierce her flesh, but he'll sink them down hard enough for her to feel pain before letting go.
He aims to knock Monika off her throne.]
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Just as she's fighting more laughter at the shower he's spraying on himself and her back, she doesn't notice she's getting what she asked for. Her prey begins to fight back, and her hubris blinds her to what's, haha, coming. Though she feels him shifting under her, she thinks it's simply his struggles to resist completely losing himself.
Oh, how hard the mighty do fall.
A different pain shocks her, cutting through the rest. Her expression is just as shocked before it shifts to absolute confusion. What is he--? ]
H-Hey. [ He strikes, strikes and strikes, and she drops the stun gun, crying out at each hit. ] Hey! St-Stop! STOP!
[ The roar she looses from her throat echoes around them, drowning out the laughter of the Maiden. The bite, aimed at such a sensitive place, has finally done her in. Monika tumbles to the floor to escape him, collapsing in quite the undignified position, twitching from pain and indignation. That, and the damage to her ego. That stings the most.
How dare he? After all she's done for him? After all she's given him?
Anger surges. She snarls, glaring over her shoulder at him, then scrambles to grab her nearest weapon. When she's hurt, she refuses to hurt alone. He'll pay for his third strike with the shock of his life. No one, not even him, will end her reign. ]
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Nothing in his life can be more satisfying than bringing a tyrant down and ending their reign.
Monika has successfully fallen, but it's not over just yet. Soundwave scrambles back up onto his feet and immediately kicks the stun gun away so she couldn't reach it. His arms are still hurting. His ears are ringing from her roar, but... Just power through it. He's went through worse injuries than this. Ignoring the pain, he grabs for the ornate knife on the table and then makes to tackle Monika onto the ground. And, if successfully, straddles her stomach next and press the knife against her throat.
Sorry, Monika, but this time, you're going to have to fight to take back the throne. And Soundwave isn't going to make it easy for her. After all, she had it easy at the start. Practically handed on a silver platter, but now he isn't going down.
His lips aren't as deranged as Monika's, still stoic despite everything, but his crimson eyes speak differently. They are wide and glow bright red.]
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Things are falling apart. They can't. They can't.
As reality comes crashing down along with her reign, so does she. Literally. So caught up in her fall from grace, she doesn't see the next attack coming. Suddenly, she's staring at the ceiling, dazed and breathless from hitting the floor. Suddenly, she's unable to scream. Not when her own weapon's used against her.
Her throat rolls under the blade, fear slipping into her eyes despite trying to keep it away. She doesn't have another body to retreat to if she gets too damaged. There's no restarting. There's only her. Just Monika. Painfully human, incredibly fragile.
Did her eyes look the same when he was forced to stare up at her? Did she look nearly so terrifying? ]
St-- [ She swallows again, her voice so much weaker. ] Stop.
[ He'll see reason, right? Show her mercy? She only did what he wanted! He needed her! ]
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Got. You.
[He wonders... How is she feeling? Being the prey now, no longer the predator? To have all her power be taken away from her, and be reminded just how fragile she truly is. After all, she's human now, isn't she? She isn't in a video game.]
Now, I believe... It's time you feel all the pain you inflicted on me.
[He raises the blade up him, his eyes aim for shoulder. Tension rising as his blade lingers up in the air, drinking in the fear and panic in her eyes. Then, he brings it down.
....
Except it doesn't pierce her shoulder. Instead, the tip of the knife hit the ground just above her shoulder.]
...
[For a moment, Soundwave doesn't say anything. Merely stares into her eyes while holding the blade in place, until he finally lets out a sigh. He leans back, brings the knife to his left palm, and clenches around it until he bleeds before tossing the knife across the room. Far away from them both, so neither of them have anything dangerous in arm's reach to use against each other. Just them, and a few harmless sex toys.]
As I thought... I can't bear to hurt you. There's no joy in it. [His presses his hand against her cheek, paints her with his bright purple blood, then smears some along her lips with his thumb, gently coaxing her to open her mouth. Ah, his palm stings... He keeps his hand on her cheek for her to drink some of his fake blood, if she so wishes]
But, still. Open wide for me. Please.
[No matter what, no matter of his state or how his mind is affected, he can't betray his principles. Perhaps a more powerful aphrodisiac could, but not this. He may enjoy it when he has his control taken consensually, but he doesn't find much joy in having total control over somebody himself, or inflict pain, or cause fear in someone's heart. He's never the type to reign over someone.
Monika's lucky, really.]
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So this is it, then. It must be the end. Is he aiming for her heart? Her shoulder? She shuts her eyes, just so he can't have her fear and panic in them at the very end. In fact, something like peace spreads over her. Or, perhaps, something more like resignation. Acceptance. She'd been so ready to die before in her game. Out she goes now, pierced by ice instead of consumed by fire.
She feels him move to strike. Her body tenses, preparing for it--
Her eyes fly back open at the sound of the blade hitting the floor. She stares up at him, utterly shocked. The feeling builds further at his next actions, his words. Has she already died...?
No. His touch is real as ever. So is his taste. Her eyelids grow heavier once his thumb hits her lips. It warms her when it hits her tongue, sinks in like a drug. She can't resist it much longer. Can't resist him. She licks and tastes, taking in his sweet essence, taking him inside of her once more. ]
Thank you. [ After murmuring that, her mouth falls open a bit more, mostly to recover the breaths she'd lost before. ] I'm...
[ She closes her eyes again. The apology won't make it out. She still doesn't think she did anything wrong, but she'll allow this. Her mouth turns towards his palm to gently soothe his wound with her tongue, then her jaw slackens further. She'll give him what he wants, just as she'd been doing before. ]
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[Does she sincerely feel sorry about all of that? Maybe, maybe not. But he accepts her apology. He actually feels bad, regarding how he treated her just moments ago. Momentarily, he had enjoyed the fearful look. That can't be denied, but after that... there isn't much joy to be found anymore.
Oh well. He's made his point clear... and she can do whatever she wishes to him once he's done satiating his own wants.
That said, Soundwave doesn't immediately seek to soothe his ache down his crotch, allowing Monika some time to breath after such the short but intense moment, allowing her to lick his wound and drink his blood. A sharp inhale through gritted teeth as the wound is being soothed, then a soft exhales. Satisfied and recovered enough, he then slathers above her and brushes his wet tip on her skin, leaving a trail of pre along the way to her mouth. Though he makes a small detour and teases one of her hardened nipple, pressing and rubbing his cock on it.
Hands wrap around the back of her head first, his cock lingers above her mouth for a few seconds, before sliding his cockhead inside. He stills for a couple of seconds, just for her to have a taste of him first, before proceeding further and deeper into her throat until her lips are pressed against the base, body shivering whole.
He couldn't help but letting a moan escapes from his throat, before looking down at Monika with a much gentler but still glowing crimson eyes.]
Still... I want you to know how it feels when you rode my face.
[And that they needed to have hardcore sex, right? At least that was what the Maiden demanded of them.
With that warning, he pulls his hips back, nearly all the way out, then slams his hips forward onto her face. Pulls out again, then slams it back in, repeating the process until he finds a steady but rough pace. Groaning from sheer pleasure, he keeps his hands on the back of her hand so to help cushioned her head from hitting the hard floor under her.]
Your throat is....
[Feels incredible. Having his throbbing cock fully sheathed in her throat.... this feels way different than last night.]
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There's no time to consider it further. What is this about him being satisfied? She gave him her mouth. That's all he asked for. So why...?
He's sliding higher. Her eyes widen a little, then she relaxes. Ah, it makes sense now. A repeat of last night! Easy enough. She handled him without too much trouble. It's easier to miss the storm looming in the distance, moving in to wreak havoc upon her. The brush of his cock against her nipple lulls her further into false comfort, blotting out the dark clouds.
Then his hands slide under her head.
Oh. That's new. Maybe he's giving her a kiss? No? His cock presses insistently against her lips. She blinks rapidly, faster still when she hears his words, when he keeps pushing in. This isn't what she expected. This isn't last night. The first noise of distress leaks out, then more and more. He's not stopping. He's not stopping.
Monika struggles beneath him, the shock in her eyes contrasting with the gentleness in his. She can hardly breathe. Most of her gasps for air are sucked in through her nose, coughed back out around his cock. The battle for oxygen only worsens as he begins to move in earnest. This isn't last night.
Her hands push at his thighs, desperate for reprieve, but he only keeps slamming in, over and over. Karma clearly wasn't done with her yet. At all. ]
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... Although it's more accurate to say, slamming his hips into her face.
Forcing his cock down Monika's throat is quickly proving to be an addicting feeling. To keep fucking Monika's face. But, ah... He has to remind himself that humans needs oxygen to survive. Monika needs oxygen.
Which means he better be quick about this, even if he'd prefer to have his cock fully wrapped around the warmth of her mouth for longer. There's no way he can keep using her mouth... He isn't going to be satisfied with just coming once, either.
He doesn't want to hurt her, but he never said that he won't be rough with her. Seeing her struggle gives him some sort of sick enjoyment out of it. Was this how Monika felt sitting on his face like a throne? Using his face to pleased herself? Well, no doubt shoving a cock down a throat is a different feeling that rubbing pussy against face. However, this feeling of dominance and power trip does tickle his crotch more than he should.]
I know... It's difficult to breathe, but-- Just a bit longer...
[As such, he continues to fuck that mouth of hers without any regard that she's losing air, thrusting in and out with earnestness, balls slapping at her bulged throat. His brows furrow, teeth gritting as he's getting closer and closer to climax. He might feel bad afterward, that's a certainty. But, right now? That rough facefucking is going to last for many more seconds until--
His hips slam down hard and cock throbs in her mouth for a second, before the merciful release of thick cum fill down her throat. Biting down his bottom lips, he stifles his moan into a whine, fingers clench around her hair, keeping her head pressing firmly against him while he's climaxing. It certainly won't help Monika regaining any air, this way. Well, it's not his top concern during climax.]
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disaster duo lmao
can't spell disaster without some letters of their names 😎
true im dying laughing at this
same, because it takes real skill to make the afterglow more disastrous than the sex
omg it just gets worse and worse monika pls
monika logic™ at its finest!
the best funni logic
and it only gets worse lmaoooo
o he's just ded
rip soundwave 2000024 - 2024
i light a candle for his soul rip
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