▶ 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. 💕
[ 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.]
[ None of his words get through. She just keeps fighting. Squirming. Kicking her legs, pushing at him, smacking and clawing at whatever parts of him she can reach. Nothing will stop the onslaught, though. He's using her as she used him, and just as it'd gone with her, it won't end until he's ready for it to.
Tears sting at the corners of her eyes, mainly from the distress of losing oxygen. He's slamming into her so quickly, what bits of it she can get are quickly cut off, or used to choke at the continued intrusions to her mouth and throat. But also...this hurts. Will she even be able to talk after this? How will this affect her afterward?
She whimpers, a soft, pathetic one. She can't deny there's something to it, him getting so much pleasure from her and only her. At what cost, though? She's getting lightheaded. All she can do is take it, over and over and--
Her eyes fly open, having pressed shut without her realizing. Her loudest noises yet come through, her body arcing up over the floor momentarily, before she returns to weakly thrashing under him. She feels it, his hot seed filling her throat, one pulse after another, then quickly, she regrets using the air in her lungs. Not that it's going anywhere, not when he's shoved so far inside she doesn't have to swallow.
She gets one last fleeting glance of him in ecstasy above, then she closes her eyes again, growing more lightheaded. Her thighs come together, shaking through an intense throb.
He looks good like that, she thinks, even if she's had to suffer to see it. ]
[It's been a long time since he came inside someone's mouth like that. It is a bit shameless that pleasure had completely overtaken his entire being, but it can be denied that he feels great after the release.
The reminder comes quick though, and Soundwave pulls out, whimpering a little from the overstimulation, then releasing his cock with a wet pop. With an exhale, he drops down and sits on her stomach, head up to the ceiling above, eyes close while coming down from his high, panting. His eyes crack open to look at Monika, doing a subtle wellness check before moving on.
It's a great thing to behold, seeing Monika able to take it as good as he did. At least the same trashing and struggling he did last night.
He's not done yet, of course. His cock is still fully erect, as plainly seen. Although he doesn't feel like using her mouth again, lest he might actually just keep cutting her airway off.
He has another idea; it's something he thought about very briefly, because he allowed Monika to focus on her own pleasure than his own. Since he had taste her pussy several times with his mouth, his cock has yet to have a taste.
Getting up, he flips Monika over so she's lying on her stomach, briefly stares at her holes, before mounting on top her and wrapping an arm around her delicate neck, hissing in pain from the still freshly wounded arm before switching over to his uninjured arm instead. An arm around her neck... Though he isn't planning to cut off her breath just yet, it's a reminder to her that he could just do that. That he won't allow her to escape just yet. What he will do, though, is sliding his hardened cock between her asscheeks and rubbing himself against her.]
I said earlier... I wanted to be inside you. I intent to make that true. [He leans in to give a sweet, languid kiss to her cheek. Then, he moves his lips to her ear and presses against it, panting and blowing hot air into it before whispering while grinding down harder on her.] We shall be as one.
[With that, he moves his hips. After angling his cock, the head presses against the entrance to her pussy and threatens to penetrate her, pressing but not fully committing to it just yet. The delay is purely intentional, trying to get the anticipation to rise. And... Perhaps even frustrate her?
But that's also a tease.
His goal is elsewhere, and Soundwave moves his cock slightly up to tight asshole instead and presses insistently there. Though he doesn't immediately push inside her, yet again teasing, grinding his erection against her instead, wanting to her hear reaction.]
[ Her gasp of air comes out more like a sob. Finally, she can breathe. She lies there, body heavy and numb at the same time, focusing only on keeping her lungs filled. The effort's doing nothing to help her roiling stomach, swirling with his blood, his seed, and discomfort from how much it'd protested him fucking her mouth and throat. Even when he shifts down, she hardly moves, despite it adding to her discomfort. She just wants reprieve. Just let her recover...
But of course not. More signs of life leak out when he moves her, whimpers and a louder groan obvious once she's flipped onto her stomach and the unyielding floor of the elevator. The sounds turn fearful once his arm hits her neck, then another time when he switches arms. No, no. Not after she'd just been able to breathe again!
To think she was so eager last night, so eager to tempt him with the idea of doing this to her in his actual body. Could she actually survive it? Or...would it be just as good as this, even if she didn't?
She's so fucked up.
He gets the weakest of laughs, her throat shifting under his arm as she swallows thickly. God. How is he still so damn hard? Maybe it's the same reason she's still so damn wet. ]
S-So. Romantic.
[ Another groan. Her body squirms at his threat to push inside, to take her in a way he has yet to do. She almost hates how much she throbs against him and gives away how ready she is for it, even after the ways he'd degraded her. Her nails scrape across the floor as her hands ball into tight fists. Just go on and do it already--!
Her eyes go wide. He's moved. Oh God, he's moved. Even the pressing feels like too much. That's all she needs to get the energy she needs to move, or at least do her damnedest to try. Monika cries out, because what he's threatening? Not romantic. Way, way too much. Where the hell is she supposed to go, though? If he wants her to stay in place, he's made it abundantly clear he can do so. ]
Soundwave, please. [ Ugh. So raspy. She can barely talk. ] Not like that.
[The threat of cutting her air off is ever present, but he wonders if he could actually commit to it? It goes against not wanting to hurt Monika, though already hurt her via deepthroating, but at the same time, he hasn't fully got back at her for all the injuries she did to him. One of his arms- his upper arm at least- is all painted in glowing purple, along with some burn marks from her terribly merciless uses with the stun gun.
Not to mention her smacking clawing earlier... The scrapes and marks are visible on his thighs and waist. He should be getting back at her for those. But... Wanting to hurt her for what she did. Wanting to not hurt her because she is quickly becoming a precious friend. It's a conflict in his own head. fighting back against his darkest desire while the pleasurable haze is pulling him towards it. For someone with the ability to read minds, he can't even untangle his own....
And... Romantic?
How odd. He doesn't see himself a romantic and he wonders just what it is that has her think that? Though he chuckles all the same at Monika's frustration.]
Like what?
[He teases, gently nipping her lobe, then along the shell, humming as if he's trying to figure out just what is it that gets Monika annoyed. .... Of course, he already knows the answer. A little more nips to her ear, and then flicking her lobe with his tongue, further to delay the inevitable.]
You know how much I want to be inside you, but.... I am still unsure about you.
[Another press. Another poke. Further to frustrate Monika. Still, he isn't entirely cruel like Monika was. He'll give her some other outlets to enjoy herself at least. While denying her the pleasure of penetration, his still bleeding palm hovers over her face, open for her to lick the "sweet" liquid coming out of the fresh wound. And, with a low grunt, he shifts slightly up so Monika has some space to wiggle and squirm under him, to press herself against his cock.
He wonders... Just how needy she is for his cock to be in her? Soundwave is needy for her, but he can hold himself back just to see how frustrated she'll become.]
Go on. [His tone is familiar. Monika should be familiar with it, as it is the exact same tone Monika used to make him beg pathetically and desperately for her taste.] I know you can do better than please, my Monika. Beg.
[ It all starts off well enough. Despite the constant threat of his arm around her neck, the chuckling in her ear, the teasing of said ear...she manages not to get too frustrated. Just enough that she can keep some grasp on the scant bit of clarity that had returned to her. She twitches and shivers through his teasing, focusing on breathing, on remaining relatively calm.
She knows what he's up to, meting out another dose of karma that she didn't deserve. As if he hadn't done enough! She's pretty sure she's going to sound like a frog for ages. Then the offer for blood, the way he shifts, just barely sliding against her hardened clit, then slipping past her soaked entrance--
Beg.
Her sanity snaps again the moment the word leaves his mouth. Suddenly, she's let out a roar of rage, hoarse though it is. He knows how to frustrate her, all right. Throw karma at her all you want, but don't do it in a way that pours her own medicine down her throat! ]
Fuck you!
[ Ooh, she's getting feisty, more of that darker side leaking out. Maybe that's for the best, since it temporarily distracts her from calling out that usage of "my Monika." No. She's instead regaining enough strength to jerk violently beneath him, something that only enrages her further as his cock continually pushes between her folds, working her up more. Goddammit!
One hand reaches up to shove his bloody palm out of her face before she angrily slams her fist on the floor. As if she's not already covered in enough of his bodily fluids. Hell if she's going to sample more and give him the satisfaction! ]
Don't you think you've done enough after fucking my throat?! Get off!
[Surprise flits across his face at the sudden roar, then the show of strength before he tries to quell the jerking by pressing his front onto her back, pining her back down on the floor. Perhaps he would've been merciful had Monika done what he demanded of her, much like she did to him. Be gentle with her unlike how he fucked her throat. That mattered zero now though, as Monika decided to show defiance.
A pained hiss leave through gritted teeth as he tries to subdue Monika, pain stinging his wounded arm. Notably though... Despite his arm around her neck, he's yet to actually use her compromised position to his advantage.]
No.
[A firm answer. Of course, he would've be completely satisfied with just that. How could he? He's denied of his pleasure when he so willingly made himself pathetic right before her. And she's made him... what? Begged to her twice? Used his face to pleasure herself while ignoring his own? Perhaps there is an argument to be made that he did enjoy having been under her control. He can't deny that, but it was still unfair that he's denied getting his own pleasure right now. She came onto his face twice, and he's determined to come inside her twice. Only Monika can satisfy this lust of his. Nobody else. Just Monika.]
You think I'd be satisfied with just that? Just once? As if you haven't denied my own wants.... You'll get what's coming for you.
[And honestly?
He doesn't care much about that begging anymore. Screw it. That dark side of him he's trying to quell? He'll still quell it, but now vindictiveness fills his spark. To get revenge on Monika. It's a side of him he doesn't want to return to, but has now crawled back up by the combination of the aphrodisiac, Monika's defiance, and that mocking laughter from the painter. By his need for pleasure. .... There is no hesitation as he slams his hips down into her. His entire length inside her pussy in one go.
That part of him that will feel guilty about this will have to be silenced. And it'll continue to be silenced right up until they both leave this elevator.]
[ He gets what he wants. She gets what's coming to her. It makes her scream.
In one fell swoop, the defiance dies, fading into the ether with a protracted whimper. She's successfully subdued, her stuttered gasps barely making their way into her chest when she's pressed so crushingly to the floor. There's no pleasure of her own to worry about now. Just his. Only his.
If only she had the awareness to realize how often she fell into this trap--the trap of believing she's some untouchable being that would always get her way. No one was supposed to fight back. Everyone was a puppet to parade across her twisted stage whenever she desired it. Ah, but the real world. The real world was different. There, the puppets could fight back.
Was this the real him? Was she right to always harbor that fear in the back of her mind that, perhaps, all those cliches about aliens being hostile had some truth to them?
Monika shakes hard under him, clawing weakly at the floor. Her gasps have become whimpers of pain, pleas for relief. Just like when he'd fucked her throat, there'd be none to come, not unless he deemed her worthy of it. Still, her body reacts involuntarily, twitching, convulsing...another uncomfortable blow. So, so much was out of her control now. While she's lost her fighting spirit, she can't lose her anger at that. That power was hers, and he stole it. ]
S-So...
[ It's a miracle she can get any words out, as hard as it is to breathe and focus through the overwhelming everything of his cock buried deep inside of her. That's her, though, always defying the odds. Also her? Refusing to show more of her pain than she already has. ]
This is how you treat your Monika, huh?
[ He can be dark all he wants. She can spitefully call it out. ]
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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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Tears sting at the corners of her eyes, mainly from the distress of losing oxygen. He's slamming into her so quickly, what bits of it she can get are quickly cut off, or used to choke at the continued intrusions to her mouth and throat. But also...this hurts. Will she even be able to talk after this? How will this affect her afterward?
She whimpers, a soft, pathetic one. She can't deny there's something to it, him getting so much pleasure from her and only her. At what cost, though? She's getting lightheaded. All she can do is take it, over and over and--
Her eyes fly open, having pressed shut without her realizing. Her loudest noises yet come through, her body arcing up over the floor momentarily, before she returns to weakly thrashing under him. She feels it, his hot seed filling her throat, one pulse after another, then quickly, she regrets using the air in her lungs. Not that it's going anywhere, not when he's shoved so far inside she doesn't have to swallow.
She gets one last fleeting glance of him in ecstasy above, then she closes her eyes again, growing more lightheaded. Her thighs come together, shaking through an intense throb.
He looks good like that, she thinks, even if she's had to suffer to see it. ]
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The reminder comes quick though, and Soundwave pulls out, whimpering a little from the overstimulation, then releasing his cock with a wet pop. With an exhale, he drops down and sits on her stomach, head up to the ceiling above, eyes close while coming down from his high, panting. His eyes crack open to look at Monika, doing a subtle wellness check before moving on.
It's a great thing to behold, seeing Monika able to take it as good as he did. At least the same trashing and struggling he did last night.
He's not done yet, of course. His cock is still fully erect, as plainly seen. Although he doesn't feel like using her mouth again, lest he might actually just keep cutting her airway off.
He has another idea; it's something he thought about very briefly, because he allowed Monika to focus on her own pleasure than his own. Since he had taste her pussy several times with his mouth, his cock has yet to have a taste.
Getting up, he flips Monika over so she's lying on her stomach, briefly stares at her holes, before mounting on top her and wrapping an arm around her delicate neck, hissing in pain from the still freshly wounded arm before switching over to his uninjured arm instead. An arm around her neck... Though he isn't planning to cut off her breath just yet, it's a reminder to her that he could just do that. That he won't allow her to escape just yet. What he will do, though, is sliding his hardened cock between her asscheeks and rubbing himself against her.]
I said earlier... I wanted to be inside you. I intent to make that true. [He leans in to give a sweet, languid kiss to her cheek. Then, he moves his lips to her ear and presses against it, panting and blowing hot air into it before whispering while grinding down harder on her.] We shall be as one.
[With that, he moves his hips. After angling his cock, the head presses against the entrance to her pussy and threatens to penetrate her, pressing but not fully committing to it just yet. The delay is purely intentional, trying to get the anticipation to rise. And... Perhaps even frustrate her?
But that's also a tease.
His goal is elsewhere, and Soundwave moves his cock slightly up to tight asshole instead and presses insistently there. Though he doesn't immediately push inside her, yet again teasing, grinding his erection against her instead, wanting to her hear reaction.]
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But of course not. More signs of life leak out when he moves her, whimpers and a louder groan obvious once she's flipped onto her stomach and the unyielding floor of the elevator. The sounds turn fearful once his arm hits her neck, then another time when he switches arms. No, no. Not after she'd just been able to breathe again!
To think she was so eager last night, so eager to tempt him with the idea of doing this to her in his actual body. Could she actually survive it? Or...would it be just as good as this, even if she didn't?
She's so fucked up.
He gets the weakest of laughs, her throat shifting under his arm as she swallows thickly. God. How is he still so damn hard? Maybe it's the same reason she's still so damn wet. ]
S-So. Romantic.
[ Another groan. Her body squirms at his threat to push inside, to take her in a way he has yet to do. She almost hates how much she throbs against him and gives away how ready she is for it, even after the ways he'd degraded her. Her nails scrape across the floor as her hands ball into tight fists. Just go on and do it already--!
Her eyes go wide. He's moved. Oh God, he's moved. Even the pressing feels like too much. That's all she needs to get the energy she needs to move, or at least do her damnedest to try. Monika cries out, because what he's threatening? Not romantic. Way, way too much. Where the hell is she supposed to go, though? If he wants her to stay in place, he's made it abundantly clear he can do so. ]
Soundwave, please. [ Ugh. So raspy. She can barely talk. ] Not like that.
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Not to mention her smacking clawing earlier... The scrapes and marks are visible on his thighs and waist. He should be getting back at her for those. But... Wanting to hurt her for what she did. Wanting to not hurt her because she is quickly becoming a precious friend. It's a conflict in his own head. fighting back against his darkest desire while the pleasurable haze is pulling him towards it. For someone with the ability to read minds, he can't even untangle his own....
And... Romantic?
How odd. He doesn't see himself a romantic and he wonders just what it is that has her think that? Though he chuckles all the same at Monika's frustration.]
Like what?
[He teases, gently nipping her lobe, then along the shell, humming as if he's trying to figure out just what is it that gets Monika annoyed. .... Of course, he already knows the answer. A little more nips to her ear, and then flicking her lobe with his tongue, further to delay the inevitable.]
You know how much I want to be inside you, but.... I am still unsure about you.
[Another press. Another poke. Further to frustrate Monika. Still, he isn't entirely cruel like Monika was. He'll give her some other outlets to enjoy herself at least. While denying her the pleasure of penetration, his still bleeding palm hovers over her face, open for her to lick the "sweet" liquid coming out of the fresh wound. And, with a low grunt, he shifts slightly up so Monika has some space to wiggle and squirm under him, to press herself against his cock.
He wonders... Just how needy she is for his cock to be in her? Soundwave is needy for her, but he can hold himself back just to see how frustrated she'll become.]
Go on. [His tone is familiar. Monika should be familiar with it, as it is the exact same tone Monika used to make him beg pathetically and desperately for her taste.] I know you can do better than please, my Monika. Beg.
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She knows what he's up to, meting out another dose of karma that she didn't deserve. As if he hadn't done enough! She's pretty sure she's going to sound like a frog for ages. Then the offer for blood, the way he shifts, just barely sliding against her hardened clit, then slipping past her soaked entrance--
Beg.
Her sanity snaps again the moment the word leaves his mouth. Suddenly, she's let out a roar of rage, hoarse though it is. He knows how to frustrate her, all right. Throw karma at her all you want, but don't do it in a way that pours her own medicine down her throat! ]
Fuck you!
[ Ooh, she's getting feisty, more of that darker side leaking out. Maybe that's for the best, since it temporarily distracts her from calling out that usage of "my Monika." No. She's instead regaining enough strength to jerk violently beneath him, something that only enrages her further as his cock continually pushes between her folds, working her up more. Goddammit!
One hand reaches up to shove his bloody palm out of her face before she angrily slams her fist on the floor. As if she's not already covered in enough of his bodily fluids. Hell if she's going to sample more and give him the satisfaction! ]
Don't you think you've done enough after fucking my throat?! Get off!
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A pained hiss leave through gritted teeth as he tries to subdue Monika, pain stinging his wounded arm. Notably though... Despite his arm around her neck, he's yet to actually use her compromised position to his advantage.]
No.
[A firm answer. Of course, he would've be completely satisfied with just that. How could he? He's denied of his pleasure when he so willingly made himself pathetic right before her. And she's made him... what? Begged to her twice? Used his face to pleasure herself while ignoring his own? Perhaps there is an argument to be made that he did enjoy having been under her control. He can't deny that, but it was still unfair that he's denied getting his own pleasure right now. She came onto his face twice, and he's determined to come inside her twice. Only Monika can satisfy this lust of his. Nobody else. Just Monika.]
You think I'd be satisfied with just that? Just once? As if you haven't denied my own wants.... You'll get what's coming for you.
[And honestly?
He doesn't care much about that begging anymore. Screw it. That dark side of him he's trying to quell? He'll still quell it, but now vindictiveness fills his spark. To get revenge on Monika. It's a side of him he doesn't want to return to, but has now crawled back up by the combination of the aphrodisiac, Monika's defiance, and that mocking laughter from the painter. By his need for pleasure. .... There is no hesitation as he slams his hips down into her. His entire length inside her pussy in one go.
That part of him that will feel guilty about this will have to be silenced. And it'll continue to be silenced right up until they both leave this elevator.]
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In one fell swoop, the defiance dies, fading into the ether with a protracted whimper. She's successfully subdued, her stuttered gasps barely making their way into her chest when she's pressed so crushingly to the floor. There's no pleasure of her own to worry about now. Just his. Only his.
If only she had the awareness to realize how often she fell into this trap--the trap of believing she's some untouchable being that would always get her way. No one was supposed to fight back. Everyone was a puppet to parade across her twisted stage whenever she desired it. Ah, but the real world. The real world was different. There, the puppets could fight back.
Was this the real him? Was she right to always harbor that fear in the back of her mind that, perhaps, all those cliches about aliens being hostile had some truth to them?
Monika shakes hard under him, clawing weakly at the floor. Her gasps have become whimpers of pain, pleas for relief. Just like when he'd fucked her throat, there'd be none to come, not unless he deemed her worthy of it. Still, her body reacts involuntarily, twitching, convulsing...another uncomfortable blow. So, so much was out of her control now. While she's lost her fighting spirit, she can't lose her anger at that. That power was hers, and he stole it. ]
S-So...
[ It's a miracle she can get any words out, as hard as it is to breathe and focus through the overwhelming everything of his cock buried deep inside of her. That's her, though, always defying the odds. Also her? Refusing to show more of her pain than she already has. ]
This is how you treat your Monika, huh?
[ He can be dark all he wants. She can spitefully call it out. ]
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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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