▶ 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. 💕
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. ]
Her inner flesh walls squeezing around his sensitive shaft. The convulsing soft and warm wrapping around him. It causes him to let out a moan, before cutting it off into a whimper, biting down his lips. He knew how good she tasted, but... Ah, if he knew how good it feels inside her pussy, he would've asked to fuck her yesterday.
No matter, now he gets to screw her pussy to his liking, and she gets what's coming to her. It's his victory.
A somewhat manic grin spreads on his face at her useless struggle. How weak. But just as he's about to start fucking Monika, getting a better brace to fuck her, the call out brings him pause. His eyes blink down at her, realizing just how pitiful she looks right now. Then, Soundwave looks to the side as clarity hits him.
Soudnwave doesn't say anything back for what feels like the longest minute of his life, and then--]
..... No, I shouldn't. I... I am sorry.
[Surprisingly, though unintentional, Monika tamed his darkness. It's the call out that makes him think second thoughts. Maybe the pained whimpers and pleas earlier finally got to him now. It would've been easy to silence the guilt if Monika continued to act in defiance to him. That way, the darkness would fester in him and he'll treat Monika like an object for his own pleasure.
But, no. He shouldn't.
Once again, he's about to do something that he might just regret doing later. He's lost himself. Just for a few minutes he became someone he didn't really want to return to. A different call out rings in his head; it's not at all like the situation he is in, but what's similar enough is how he's about to do something terrible to ensure he gets his way until somebody angrily called him out on it. And if not for her call out, he would've continued down this road.
But what still remains is the vindictiveness and darkness inside him. The urge to give Monika a taste of her own medicine. But.... He lets go of her neck and pushes himself back up, no longer pining her down but flips Monika around so they could face each other. His cock pulsates deep inside, as Soundwave looks into her eyes. His eyes return to something more.. gentler. Apologetic.
Monika did treat him rather horribly. But... he won't be like her. He'll resume to fight against his dark urges. He should persevere.
Without a word, he begins to move his hips and starts with a rough pace. Not to the point where he's smashing her down onto the floor, however, which he was about to do earlier. He'll... share the pleasure with her. That how it should've been done. Whether this new direction disappoints the painting or not, he couldn't find himself to care. Though, if she says anything, he'll just flip her off.]
[ An eyebrow lifts at his hesitation. She could tell he was about to have her screaming louder than she already had, but nothing comes. Well, something does. An...apology?
Unseen to him, she grins slowly, just as maniacally. How about that? She was wrong to think she'd lost control. Without even trying, she picked the right words to get her way. Sure, she feels a little bad, doing such a thing to a friend, but what does it matter if she benefited in the end?
She suppresses her amusement. Since they were so focused on things coming back to bite them, she'll parrot some words he'd said earlier. She makes them sound sincere, at least. ]
I know. I forgive you.
[ By the time he flips her over, her expression's neutral, exceedingly so. She doesn't complain about him treating her like a doll or anything. She simply stares back. Waits. Breathes through the continued discomfort and his obvious pulses thrumming against her walls. She's quietly satisfied, something she can't hide in her eyes, even if she made the effort to do it. ]
And like I said before... [ She reaches up to thumb at his lower lip. ] So romantic, aren't you?
[ No more words. He starts, nearly as intense as his treatment to her throat. Her head tilts back as her eyes press shut, the discomfort ramping up. With it, however, comes increasing pleasure. Maybe? All the sensations are getting so caught up into each other, too melded together to discern separately. Whichever it may be, she whimpers and moans all the same, grasping him as if he's the only one that can keep her anchored to the floor.
It doesn't matter, though. Underneath it all, there's a pleasure that's all her own. Another crisis averted. Another case of plucking her puppet strings and getting a favorable outcome.
Nothing gets her going more than knowing she's won. ]
[With her thumb on his lower lip, he slips his tongue out to taste her and leaves it to linger there for a few second while thrusting without pause. Then, he dips his head slightly down and swallows the tip of her thumb, suckling on it gently and even giving some bit of gentle love bites.
Using his exact words against him does cause him to narrow his eyes at her, but he's ultimately fine with it.
Sounding sincere and being sincere are different. Being an empath, Soundwave would know the difference. Fortunately for her, with his aphro'd mind and confused state, he can't quite tell between true and false. As all he cares about now is pleasure, sating both his and Monika's urges.]
I'm... Not. Not sure what, ngh.... What's romantic about me.
[He genuinely doesn't think anything he's done is romantic. Probably just in denial, there. Who really cares about that, though. What matters now is how good Monika feels, thrusting his cock in and out of her wet pussy is quickly proofing to be quite the exhilarating feeling. Or maybe sex in general is such an exhilarating thing, as his body is remembering more and more of that feeling after each thrust. But an idea comes to mind that might be more exhilarating than this basic missionary position.
He pauses. Both his hands hooks to the back of her knees, then lifts her legs up causing her hips to be lifted up off the floor as well. There, now she looks completely vulnerable in this position. No escape. It gives him the rush of safely overpowering Monika, even though the reality is that he's still wrapped around her fingers. Is he aware of it? Probably, but perhaps he's best suited on the submissive role if her words alone affected him enough to change course.
His rough pounding begins anew.
Moaning her name out, he looks down to watch her face, then to her jiggling breasts as things speed up, enjoying the sight for a few more seconds before pressing his hands down on her breasts. More of his blood being painted and spread on her body.]
Beautiful. [A praise leaves his lips.] You... Feel too good, Monika.
[ She's beneath him again, but she feels she's firmly seated back on her throne. Her dear, sweet Soundwave is allowed to taste her thumb, nip at her--a reward for submitting to her once more. It grants her a taste of her own, reminding her how good he is at tasting the pussy he's currently pounding. So fucked up, she thinks again, somewhere in a vague corner of her mind.
Good. Maybe that's how this was supposed to be. ]
You couldn't stand to be without seeing my face, could you? [ Her thumb slides across his cheek, a streak of purple left in its wake. ] Ahaha. Made of metal, but you're a giant softie inside.
[ She has to pause once he hooks her legs, mostly because she wasn't expecting it. Once her hips tip back, up, off the floor, she rasps out his name in turn, her mouth caught open at how much of a difference that change made. The change seems to satisfy their watcher, too, mainly because Monika's growing noisier again while forced into such a vulnerable state.
Still, she will rule. As she's been learning, it doesn't matter what position she's in. She'll always find a way to stamp him into submission...as long as he never peeks into her mind or senses her emotions. That'll be one hell of a difficulty spike.
A future problem. Right now-- ]
H-How do you feel? The, ah. The real you.
[ She's never seen the real him in this state. She wants to imagine it. That's why she'd kept joking about it the night before, getting off on the idea that she held power over two parts of him at the same time. Her walls throb and throb around his cock as her imagination goes wild already. Combined with him fondling her chest, granting her hardened nipples blessed friction, covering her with more of his essence, it's getting increasingly difficult to hold out. She wants more. She doesn't want it to end. She wants to scream in ecstasy, just for him. Give her everything.
Monika drags him down for a kiss, unfocused and sloppy, too caught up in pleasure as she tilts her hips back as much as possible, letting him go deeper than he's ever been. ]
C'mon. Tell me. Keep being a good little robot for me.
[ He'd said to be careful with using that word before. It'd slipped out unintentionally. Or had it? Maybe wrapping it up in her own gift of praise will soften the blow and encourage more praise for her. If not? Maybe the anger would only make him fuck her harder. In her eyes, it's a win-win situation. ]
[Robot.... Intentional? Or is she too caught up in the pleasure and say that to him? Either way, it makes him boil inside. So, he angrily thrusts down into her and begins a new aggressive pounding as "punishment", though unaware that he is playing into her hands. Actually, even if he was aware, it wouldn't change his response to her calling him a "robot". Besides, if this gets Monika noisier than ever? All the better for him to keep at this new pace.]
Not so... Romantic if you insult me, my sweet Lord Monika.
[Angry at her for calling him a "robot". Though it couldn't be said that her praise was completely overridden by the insult. His blows are intense now, but his praises keep on rolling. Keep being a good little mech for her. He will. Honestly, at times he finds himself not really minding being submissive to Monika, it's sending good vibes inside him, too. Even when he's topping her, her sweet, honeyed words has an affect on him.
All of that wouldn't matter though if he couldn't tell if Monika is enjoying herself as well, though. Thankfully, his empath powers is telling him that she is. As without it, he wouldn't be sure and it would affect his performance. Is there something deeper to read? Certainly. There always is something deeper. Fortunately for Monika, and everybody else for that matter, he has the integrity to not be reading deep into anybody's mind. At least until he finds a good reason to enter. Not right now, though.
After getting himself used to this new pace, being so deep into her as physically possible that his cock head is knocking onto her womb, he finally answers her question from earlier.]
.... Good. I feel... good, yet... I am relieving myself right now.
[Unlike before where he was making his way towards Monika's room, had to keep up an air of dignity around people, now that he has the privacy of a room all to himself, he is free to... make a mess, so to speak. It is sending good tingles down the his body part that matters the most in this moment. Good enough to have his spike feel somewhat stimulated, but the feeling wouldn't compare at all if sex was done with his real body instead.]
I-- My real body, also wants relief since..... yesterday.
[He finally admits it. He didn't want to bring it up to Monika yesterday, just so he doesn't grant her any impulsive ideas, especially when they were both drunk. He is currently imagining just how incredible this would feel if they are doing this with his real body instead, though. If she already feels this good from his holoavatar? Maybe a hundred times more pleasurable than what the information is currently feeding into him. Of course, the increased risk of hurting her in his real body is the main reason that makes him hesitate. Could a human be able to handle someone of his size? Could Monika?
The holoavatar is a good enough compromise, he feels. It may leave him wanting more in the end, but he can stamp that feeling out by relieving himself with his own hand.
Without his mask, the pleasure is plain to see on his face. Gasping and groaning from the intense pleasure his sensitive shaft is feeling, his mouth hangs open and his eyes roll back behind lid from pounding hard and fast into Monika's pussy, before refocusing back on Monika's face.
It takes a lot of power not to collapse on her, but he dives down anyway. For another sloppy kiss, pushing his lips onto hers for a passionate, intense kiss, pressing his palms down harder to crush her soft breasts. Then, he pushes himself back home and slurps back the trail of saliva that stretched between them.... And something of small smile of utter fondness curves his lips.]
Who do you think you are calling a big softie? [The tsundere returns. But--] But I... do enjoy seeing your face. I want to... Keep looking at you.
[Just so he can watch how her sweet expression twisting from pleasure.]
[ Ahhh. So she got the anger! She openly cackles, though her moans cut through each one. What a fun bonus, getting confirmation that he definitely doesn't like having "robot" directed at him. It's something she'll have to tuck away for the right moments. The impact will lessen if she overdoes it.
...Or if he smashes her in the bad way. That's also a possibility. ]
Forgive me, my sweet little underling~ [ Is that better? Probably not. ] This isn't the most romantic setting, so I guess it's easy to forget to be that way~
[ Did much of that make sense? Almost every syllable was followed by an ah! or hn! He's making being dominant harder by fucking her so hard. This won't stop her taunting, of course. It'll simply take more effort. ]
Are you jacking off without me, then? Stroking your cock?
[ He'd challenged her earlier over saying things the dirtiest way possible. He's not getting away with "relieving himself" now. It doesn't take mind-reading to see how much she already loves to make him squirm. Thank you, Soundwave, for giving her another new kink!
(Again, this taunting is probably losing most of its oomph. She's barely got enough oxygen to talk, for the second time in this cursed elevator.) ]
I bet you've been thinking of that the whole time we've been together! When we had food, when I sat in your lap, when we took a bath... [ The snicker she manages is weak, but it's there. ] Poor Soundwave, lying next to me all night, wishing I would be the one to stroke his cock for him~
[ He really shouldn't have admitted this to her. It's the worst possible ammo to hand over. Granted, she probably won't be able to use it when she's not a doped-up aphro fiend, but she's done crazier things. Anything's possible when you want to hurt someone enough, when you're insane enough to hurt yourself to destroy someone else.
Monika groans through her other hurt, the carnal ache inside. He's hammering at her core and pulling her under with him, giving him plenty to see bouncing beneath him. Her thighs tighten around him, her legs yearning to wrap around him and bury him deeper than ever. Later on, once they're free and recovering, washing off their shame, won't his marks on her remain? Not just from his hands crushing into her chest, but will she ever be able to see him as anything other than a bloody mess? Won't she see his essence staining her face forever? ]
F-Fuck, I'm so close...
[ One eye opens in time to see the curve of his lips. Hers curve up, too. She's temporarily losing control, but it's good to see him this way. It's good to know she's the one giving him this pleasure. No one else.
Now, for the final blow. Something to really get him hooked on her for good. She waits for just the right moment, right when she's got plenty of air in her lungs, when there's the slightest lull in the loud slapping of their bodies slamming together. Not that it's necessary to do so, as good as his hearing is. But he'll hear these words, see them leave her lips, loud and clear. ]
Ah. Haha. To make up for messing up the...romance. Is this the part where I say to the big softie th-that--that I love him?
Hah... Look at you, trying your hardest to tease me. Can't you see your current position? You could barely speak
[It's not like Soundwave is any better. Gasps and groans leave him in the middle of his own bantering. He doesn't need oxygen like Monika, but this frantic and vigorous fucking is leaving him mentally "breathless" that he's having trouble forming sentences himself without hitching a breath.
Ah, why does he keep underestimating this girl? He wasn't expecting her to start talking dirty again with that cute mouth of hers. Meanwhile, he's still stuck with remaining dignify, despite his thrusting being anything but. While her words aren't making him falter in his pounding (if anything it makes him more aggressive), they certainly hits deep enough that he couldn't find the words for it. Which he'll just disguise that fact by letting out shameless moans instead.
Somehow, his already flushed face is getting redder from Monika's dirty talk, however, that just means he'll have to fuck even harder than before after every taunt.]
I wasn't- Ngh! I wasn't thinking about that. [It's a lie. Well, kinda. He was thinking about it when they were taking a bath together, but other than that moment, it didn't cross his mind ever again!] Stop it, otherwise I... I would actually want that.
[He probably won't ask and just tucked in deep inside him. Hell, he'll even forget that he's said such a thing after he recovered from this, unless he get aphro'd and is with Monika while in his real body.
Soundwave coos a sound of approval when her legs wrap around him, burying him deep. But her legs wouldn't make him stop thrusting in and out of her madly. Though occasionally his hips would stop, but not because he's taking a break from the frantic fucking. But he's overcome from her convulsing pussy tightening around his cock, and to allow her to feel his cock was pressing against her.
Soundwave licks his own lips in delight at the sight of her underneath him. It's fun to see how she bounced everytime he thrusts deep into her. So much fun. And... So much regret. Later, he'll have so much regret when he finally sobered up after this and realized he.. practically marked her outside and inside.]
I'm... Getting close, too.
[No more banter from him anymore. Purely focus on pounding in and out with excitement without any pause. Again. And again. And again. And again. Faster and harder as he fucks that tight hole of hers, and with one final slam, he--
What... What did she say? She... loves him?]
Wha-what-- I-I'm- Khh!!
[Sputtering on his own words, there simply isn't enough time for him to determine what she said was simply facetious, or if she truly meant it. Either way, that particular word has an effect on him before the throes of pleasure hits him. And it hits him hard.
Feeling as if his entire inside is churning around itself, the fire in his chest burning hot as his inner thighs tighten. He throbs rapidly inside of Monika until he achieves release, body arching, pushing his hips to be more flush against her as he comes for her
The amount filling inside her is thick, cum coating her insides with plentiful of spurts as he moans her name out loud, long and drawn out, voice tapering as he rides out the waves of orgasm, filling her to the brim. White hot seed even spilling out the sides of her entrance from how much he's cumming. His hand squeeze its hardest on one breast, but his other hand... That bloodied hand instead desperately finds her hand to try and interlock fingers with. It helps to ground him a little while he's coming down from this incredible climax.
Panting hard, his head dips down to catch her lips in a satisfying, deep but slow kiss. Once he breaks the kiss, he pushes himself back up and looks straight into Monika's eyes with.... Affection? Love? In his eyes. He's... he's not even sure of himself anymore. Ever since getting into this elevator, he's been terribly confused and this... this entire moment is making it worse. But one thing is for certain and hasn't change. His hard cock still throbbing inside of her.]
[ She doesn't say much of anything after her onslaught of taunts. Why should she? It'd be easier to watch him bury himself when every fresh stab slowly sinks in. She hopes it's increasingly infuriating, the way her smirk never seems to disappear, as she observes his descent into madness.
Hmm, actually...it might be better to agree with everything. If he didn't want to be a robot, she could be one for him! (If only she knew how close that was to the truth.) ]
Yep. I'm so trapped! I can barely speak!
[ Which is true. He'll probably have to fight her to get her in a position like this again, too. She won't allow him to overcome her so easily again. Or, so sayeth her delusional mind. ]
You weren't thinking about fucking me at all, either. [ When did she word it like that? Oh, right. She didn't. Which is why she figures it'll fluster him more. ] I'll never bring it up again!
[ She will. She knows she should probably spare herself from falling further down this rabbit hole and focus solely on the Player. She should vanish, taking any chances of this relationship blowing up in their faces with her. Can she do it, though? Can she stand not having someone to hang on her every word?
...This is getting more difficult. She spends some time focusing on building up to her own release. It's not wrong to be manipulating someone like this. It's all a game. A means to an end.
Caught up in her own mind, she nearly misses his reaction to her poor excuse of a confession. While she expected a reaction, what he gives her isn't anywhere near her expectations. The smirk disappears, her mouth falling open and her eyes widening. Sudden tremors rock her body as he quakes with her, staking another claim on her. She's so shocked, her own pleasure's temporarily forgotten. No sound leaves her lips until he clamps down on her breast, but one tiny sound follows once his hand finds hers. And once he gives that kiss? Once he stares at her with something unlike the faux love she'd teased him with?
Monika cries out. He'd had his own share of pleasure already, coating every inch of her with him until it had no choice but to spill out, but her legs shake around him, and she comes all the same, struggling not to thrash from the intensity. Again, she finds herself unable to make much sound, only able to breathe and grasp his hand so tightly she'd worry about breaking his nonexistent bones.
She doesn't think she'll come down from this. She's flown to too high of a place without a parachute, and the only hope of escape is to leap to her doom. Until she's forced to do so, she can try to forget this. She shuts her eyes, no longer able to look into his.
Why the hell did she walk up to her own grave and willingly decide to dig deeper? ]
[Combined with the aphrodisiac and his loneliness, it creates a recipe of a disaster. No matter how hard he tries to hide it, he couldn't really bear being all alone again, and Monika... she's the closest to a friend he has in this resort. He doesn't want to let go of her, and now he finds out that she loves him? Once he's sobered up though, likewise he'll try to forget this ever happened. When he starts thinking straight again, he'll realize how silly it was to even consider that someone who he just met yesterday could've actually fallen for him and confessed.
That's the crux of the problem. He isn't thinking straight. Right now, he's thinking that he's sitting next to a lover, wanting to believe that the feeling is true, despite the insults, taunts, and the torture she had put him through earlier.
He's stayed long enough in her pussy. Groaning, he pulls out of her, very slowly - to avoid overstimulating, and then sits back to watch his pearly white cum leaking out of her. Then, after gently putting her hips and legs back down on the floor, he flops down to her side, still holding onto her hand. Staring up at the ceiling, he lets the silence linger for a moment, as his voice recovers.]
Did you... [He swallows, panting lightly, then tilts his head to her.] Did you mean what you said? .... Earlier?
[His eyes refocus on Monika. It's her chance to save herself from digging deeper.]
[ No. No, no. He can't think this way. He can't want her this way. He's not supposed to be a lover. He's a friend. A friend, a friend, a friend̷,̴ ̶a̷ ̶f̵r̴i̷e̴n̸d̶-̸-̵
Monika gasps when he moves, then again when he slides himself free. She can immediately feel more seed creeping to the floor and pooling beneath her to join the rest of their combined mess. A mess she should've fought to keep from happening. The same mess that the aphro is pushing for her to keep enjoying, because who doesn't want to love and be loved?
She lies there, lifeless, gaze locked on the same casket ceiling and afraid to budge elsewhere. It gets no better when he finally speaks. All she does is wheeze quietly, willing herself to release her shaking hand from his and failing to do so. ]
I...
[ Can she do it? Can her usual M.O. do the trick? Can she gaslight him, just a bit? ]
What did I say?
[ She's probably digging another hole at this point. ]
[It hurts that Monika isn't meeting his eyes. It... Hurts? He shouldn't be feeling this way. It's... Ridiculous. It's wrong.
They should remain as friends. They can still do something like this in the future and still remain as friends, and yet...
He can't let that one word out of his mind.]
That you... Love me.
[He'll just straight up say it. There's no way he's leaving the elevator until he knows. Or... At least until the aphrodisiac is fully out of his system and realize just how utterly stupid he's being.
A part of him thinks that he shouldn't be pushing this. To avoid further complications. But...a part of him desperately wants to know. And the latter won out evidently.
His hand squeezes hers, unwilling to let go just yet.]
The situation's crumbling further. Why did she joke around with a word that has so much meaning, especially for her? Go figure, stick your hand into a raging fire and you're going to get burned! What a goddamn genius she is!
Her whole body jerks when he squeezes her hand. She can't ignore the problem in front of her face. No delete key. No edits. Lacking those, she blurts out the only thing she thinks can fix this. ]
Yes!
[ No? But...yes! Yes, she can give him the answer he's clearly gunning for, then later on claim she simply got caught up in the moment, because who wouldn't? Romance is just dripping all over this elevator, and not all manner of bodily fluids! ]
Yes, I do. [ She looks his way at last, hoping her nervous smile comes off as something more lovestruck. ] I love you.
[ Ohh, what a mess. The Maiden seems to be enjoying this bonus drama, unlike Monika. The elevator's not moving until this resolves or explodes spectacularly. ]
[Yes? .... She said yes. How truly unfortunate for Monika that the aphrodisiac was enough to confuse Soundwave's empath powers to decipher her true feelings.
He could've accepted the truth with grace, but now... No turning back until something blows up in their faces.
As for Soundwave himself, he's still... Confused. He isn't sure how to reciprocate her feelings. How does one word carries so much weight to it? Does he love her back? A different kind of fire has been light up inside his chest.]
I....
[He stutters, unable to let the words out of his throat. It's... difficult for him, but he'll do something better. Soundwave dives his face forward until their lips are pressed together, slipping a tongue inside for a passionate kiss.
After all, he's more a bit of action than he is words. But really, he's only doing this to build up enough courage to say the word, just as Monika did.
Breaking the kiss, his gaze stay on Monika's.]
I... I love you, too. So, please... Don't leave me alone.
[This is messed up. He will be filled with so much regret and guilt later on, and maybe an intense desire to burn a certain painting down.
But right now, he's staring right at her with affection and love in his eyes, and his cock still fully hard, ready to give her love.]
can't spell disaster without some letters of their names 😎
[ He can't speak. That's probably good, right? She's frazzled his poor alien robot brain enough that the issue's solved and--ohhh, that's one hell of a kiss, what the fuck!
Monika tenses up when all that passion hits her lips, the whimpers and squirms while resisting the desire to kiss back, her free hand coming up to press against his chest. Or at least try to, anyway. It's probably reading as fondling since she can't see where she's reaching. Then no. NonononoNONONONONO! ]
You love--? But you're--and we're--
[ Did someone drench her in human blood instead of his? Because as red as her face is, it's looking that way. He shouldn't be staring at her like that. She shouldn't be enjoying it. And, dear God, does his dick ever decide it needs a rest? Even with aphro, that thing's a beast, a beast she's not sure she can take again. He pounded her pretty damn hard!
Monika subtly pushes herself back, just a bit. The Player's going to be absolutely pissed if they ever find out about this. She has to make some effort to fix the graveyard she's creating. ]
A-Ahaha! I'm not going anywhere! It's just, this is kind of a crappy place to do something like confess love, isn't it? Maybe we should, er, have a redo somewhere else to make sure it actually counts...
[After losing all of his friends in one day, he's still in the middle of processing it all when he arrived, and what he wanted most in his time of need is a trusted friend. Monika seems to be that trusted friend who helped him. But now she's also someone who loves him? That probably meant that she won't leave him, right? Ah, how ironic that he agreed to keep Monika company for a week when he's the one who is most desperate to not be alone.
Desire is pooling inside Soundwave, wanting more of Monika, and it shows with his throbbing cock. His holoavatar may be human, but his stamina is still that of a Cybertronian. Aphro or no aphro, he could still be energetic for another hour or two. Whether they'll be going at it for that long is a different question.
Fortunately for Monika, he doesn't close that gap between them, but he is still holding her hand. Pushing himself to sit upright, he looks around himself. Hell of a blood in here, and so are other fluids in this cursed box. But mostly his purple blood.
Despite the tornado of confusion in his head, there's still some semblance of sanity left in him. Though it's mainly in regards to escaping this elevator.]
Ah... yes. We should leave this place. It isn't.... appropriate for such heavy confessions. [Once then, they could be back to normal and forget it all. One problem, though...] However, has the... elevator moved at all?
[He turns to glare at the painting.
Ah, of course, the Maiden isn't satisfied yet despite the show.]
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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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Her inner flesh walls squeezing around his sensitive shaft. The convulsing soft and warm wrapping around him. It causes him to let out a moan, before cutting it off into a whimper, biting down his lips. He knew how good she tasted, but... Ah, if he knew how good it feels inside her pussy, he would've asked to fuck her yesterday.
No matter, now he gets to screw her pussy to his liking, and she gets what's coming to her. It's his victory.
A somewhat manic grin spreads on his face at her useless struggle. How weak. But just as he's about to start fucking Monika, getting a better brace to fuck her, the call out brings him pause. His eyes blink down at her, realizing just how pitiful she looks right now. Then, Soundwave looks to the side as clarity hits him.
Soudnwave doesn't say anything back for what feels like the longest minute of his life, and then--]
..... No, I shouldn't. I... I am sorry.
[Surprisingly, though unintentional, Monika tamed his darkness. It's the call out that makes him think second thoughts. Maybe the pained whimpers and pleas earlier finally got to him now. It would've been easy to silence the guilt if Monika continued to act in defiance to him. That way, the darkness would fester in him and he'll treat Monika like an object for his own pleasure.
But, no. He shouldn't.
Once again, he's about to do something that he might just regret doing later. He's lost himself. Just for a few minutes he became someone he didn't really want to return to. A different call out rings in his head; it's not at all like the situation he is in, but what's similar enough is how he's about to do something terrible to ensure he gets his way until somebody angrily called him out on it. And if not for her call out, he would've continued down this road.
But what still remains is the vindictiveness and darkness inside him. The urge to give Monika a taste of her own medicine. But.... He lets go of her neck and pushes himself back up, no longer pining her down but flips Monika around so they could face each other. His cock pulsates deep inside, as Soundwave looks into her eyes. His eyes return to something more.. gentler. Apologetic.
Monika did treat him rather horribly. But... he won't be like her. He'll resume to fight against his dark urges. He should persevere.
Without a word, he begins to move his hips and starts with a rough pace. Not to the point where he's smashing her down onto the floor, however, which he was about to do earlier. He'll... share the pleasure with her. That how it should've been done. Whether this new direction disappoints the painting or not, he couldn't find himself to care. Though, if she says anything, he'll just flip her off.]
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Unseen to him, she grins slowly, just as maniacally. How about that? She was wrong to think she'd lost control. Without even trying, she picked the right words to get her way. Sure, she feels a little bad, doing such a thing to a friend, but what does it matter if she benefited in the end?
She suppresses her amusement. Since they were so focused on things coming back to bite them, she'll parrot some words he'd said earlier. She makes them sound sincere, at least. ]
I know. I forgive you.
[ By the time he flips her over, her expression's neutral, exceedingly so. She doesn't complain about him treating her like a doll or anything. She simply stares back. Waits. Breathes through the continued discomfort and his obvious pulses thrumming against her walls. She's quietly satisfied, something she can't hide in her eyes, even if she made the effort to do it. ]
And like I said before... [ She reaches up to thumb at his lower lip. ] So romantic, aren't you?
[ No more words. He starts, nearly as intense as his treatment to her throat. Her head tilts back as her eyes press shut, the discomfort ramping up. With it, however, comes increasing pleasure. Maybe? All the sensations are getting so caught up into each other, too melded together to discern separately. Whichever it may be, she whimpers and moans all the same, grasping him as if he's the only one that can keep her anchored to the floor.
It doesn't matter, though. Underneath it all, there's a pleasure that's all her own. Another crisis averted. Another case of plucking her puppet strings and getting a favorable outcome.
Nothing gets her going more than knowing she's won. ]
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Using his exact words against him does cause him to narrow his eyes at her, but he's ultimately fine with it.
Sounding sincere and being sincere are different. Being an empath, Soundwave would know the difference. Fortunately for her, with his aphro'd mind and confused state, he can't quite tell between true and false. As all he cares about now is pleasure, sating both his and Monika's urges.]
I'm... Not. Not sure what, ngh.... What's romantic about me.
[He genuinely doesn't think anything he's done is romantic. Probably just in denial, there. Who really cares about that, though. What matters now is how good Monika feels, thrusting his cock in and out of her wet pussy is quickly proofing to be quite the exhilarating feeling. Or maybe sex in general is such an exhilarating thing, as his body is remembering more and more of that feeling after each thrust. But an idea comes to mind that might be more exhilarating than this basic missionary position.
He pauses. Both his hands hooks to the back of her knees, then lifts her legs up causing her hips to be lifted up off the floor as well. There, now she looks completely vulnerable in this position. No escape. It gives him the rush of safely overpowering Monika, even though the reality is that he's still wrapped around her fingers. Is he aware of it? Probably, but perhaps he's best suited on the submissive role if her words alone affected him enough to change course.
His rough pounding begins anew.
Moaning her name out, he looks down to watch her face, then to her jiggling breasts as things speed up, enjoying the sight for a few more seconds before pressing his hands down on her breasts. More of his blood being painted and spread on her body.]
Beautiful. [A praise leaves his lips.] You... Feel too good, Monika.
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Good. Maybe that's how this was supposed to be. ]
You couldn't stand to be without seeing my face, could you? [ Her thumb slides across his cheek, a streak of purple left in its wake. ] Ahaha. Made of metal, but you're a giant softie inside.
[ She has to pause once he hooks her legs, mostly because she wasn't expecting it. Once her hips tip back, up, off the floor, she rasps out his name in turn, her mouth caught open at how much of a difference that change made. The change seems to satisfy their watcher, too, mainly because Monika's growing noisier again while forced into such a vulnerable state.
Still, she will rule. As she's been learning, it doesn't matter what position she's in. She'll always find a way to stamp him into submission...as long as he never peeks into her mind or senses her emotions. That'll be one hell of a difficulty spike.
A future problem. Right now-- ]
H-How do you feel? The, ah. The real you.
[ She's never seen the real him in this state. She wants to imagine it. That's why she'd kept joking about it the night before, getting off on the idea that she held power over two parts of him at the same time. Her walls throb and throb around his cock as her imagination goes wild already. Combined with him fondling her chest, granting her hardened nipples blessed friction, covering her with more of his essence, it's getting increasingly difficult to hold out. She wants more. She doesn't want it to end. She wants to scream in ecstasy, just for him. Give her everything.
Monika drags him down for a kiss, unfocused and sloppy, too caught up in pleasure as she tilts her hips back as much as possible, letting him go deeper than he's ever been. ]
C'mon. Tell me. Keep being a good little robot for me.
[ He'd said to be careful with using that word before. It'd slipped out unintentionally. Or had it? Maybe wrapping it up in her own gift of praise will soften the blow and encourage more praise for her. If not? Maybe the anger would only make him fuck her harder. In her eyes, it's a win-win situation. ]
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Not so... Romantic if you insult me, my sweet Lord Monika.
[Angry at her for calling him a "robot". Though it couldn't be said that her praise was completely overridden by the insult. His blows are intense now, but his praises keep on rolling. Keep being a good little mech for her. He will. Honestly, at times he finds himself not really minding being submissive to Monika, it's sending good vibes inside him, too. Even when he's topping her, her sweet, honeyed words has an affect on him.
All of that wouldn't matter though if he couldn't tell if Monika is enjoying herself as well, though. Thankfully, his empath powers is telling him that she is. As without it, he wouldn't be sure and it would affect his performance. Is there something deeper to read? Certainly. There always is something deeper. Fortunately for Monika, and everybody else for that matter, he has the integrity to not be reading deep into anybody's mind. At least until he finds a good reason to enter. Not right now, though.
After getting himself used to this new pace, being so deep into her as physically possible that his cock head is knocking onto her womb, he finally answers her question from earlier.]
.... Good. I feel... good, yet... I am relieving myself right now.
[Unlike before where he was making his way towards Monika's room, had to keep up an air of dignity around people, now that he has the privacy of a room all to himself, he is free to... make a mess, so to speak. It is sending good tingles down the his body part that matters the most in this moment. Good enough to have his spike feel somewhat stimulated, but the feeling wouldn't compare at all if sex was done with his real body instead.]
I-- My real body, also wants relief since..... yesterday.
[He finally admits it. He didn't want to bring it up to Monika yesterday, just so he doesn't grant her any impulsive ideas, especially when they were both drunk. He is currently imagining just how incredible this would feel if they are doing this with his real body instead, though. If she already feels this good from his holoavatar? Maybe a hundred times more pleasurable than what the information is currently feeding into him. Of course, the increased risk of hurting her in his real body is the main reason that makes him hesitate. Could a human be able to handle someone of his size? Could Monika?
The holoavatar is a good enough compromise, he feels. It may leave him wanting more in the end, but he can stamp that feeling out by relieving himself with his own hand.
Without his mask, the pleasure is plain to see on his face. Gasping and groaning from the intense pleasure his sensitive shaft is feeling, his mouth hangs open and his eyes roll back behind lid from pounding hard and fast into Monika's pussy, before refocusing back on Monika's face.
It takes a lot of power not to collapse on her, but he dives down anyway. For another sloppy kiss, pushing his lips onto hers for a passionate, intense kiss, pressing his palms down harder to crush her soft breasts. Then, he pushes himself back home and slurps back the trail of saliva that stretched between them.... And something of small smile of utter fondness curves his lips.]
Who do you think you are calling a big softie? [The tsundere returns. But--] But I... do enjoy seeing your face. I want to... Keep looking at you.
[Just so he can watch how her sweet expression twisting from pleasure.]
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...Or if he smashes her in the bad way. That's also a possibility. ]
Forgive me, my sweet little underling~ [ Is that better? Probably not. ] This isn't the most romantic setting, so I guess it's easy to forget to be that way~
[ Did much of that make sense? Almost every syllable was followed by an ah! or hn! He's making being dominant harder by fucking her so hard. This won't stop her taunting, of course. It'll simply take more effort. ]
Are you jacking off without me, then? Stroking your cock?
[ He'd challenged her earlier over saying things the dirtiest way possible. He's not getting away with "relieving himself" now. It doesn't take mind-reading to see how much she already loves to make him squirm. Thank you, Soundwave, for giving her another new kink!
(Again, this taunting is probably losing most of its oomph. She's barely got enough oxygen to talk, for the second time in this cursed elevator.) ]
I bet you've been thinking of that the whole time we've been together! When we had food, when I sat in your lap, when we took a bath... [ The snicker she manages is weak, but it's there. ] Poor Soundwave, lying next to me all night, wishing I would be the one to stroke his cock for him~
[ He really shouldn't have admitted this to her. It's the worst possible ammo to hand over. Granted, she probably won't be able to use it when she's not a doped-up aphro fiend, but she's done crazier things. Anything's possible when you want to hurt someone enough, when you're insane enough to hurt yourself to destroy someone else.
Monika groans through her other hurt, the carnal ache inside. He's hammering at her core and pulling her under with him, giving him plenty to see bouncing beneath him. Her thighs tighten around him, her legs yearning to wrap around him and bury him deeper than ever. Later on, once they're free and recovering, washing off their shame, won't his marks on her remain? Not just from his hands crushing into her chest, but will she ever be able to see him as anything other than a bloody mess? Won't she see his essence staining her face forever? ]
F-Fuck, I'm so close...
[ One eye opens in time to see the curve of his lips. Hers curve up, too. She's temporarily losing control, but it's good to see him this way. It's good to know she's the one giving him this pleasure. No one else.
Now, for the final blow. Something to really get him hooked on her for good. She waits for just the right moment, right when she's got plenty of air in her lungs, when there's the slightest lull in the loud slapping of their bodies slamming together. Not that it's necessary to do so, as good as his hearing is. But he'll hear these words, see them leave her lips, loud and clear. ]
Ah. Haha. To make up for messing up the...romance. Is this the part where I say to the big softie th-that--that I love him?
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Hah... Look at you, trying your hardest to tease me. Can't you see your current position? You could barely speak
[It's not like Soundwave is any better. Gasps and groans leave him in the middle of his own bantering. He doesn't need oxygen like Monika, but this frantic and vigorous fucking is leaving him mentally "breathless" that he's having trouble forming sentences himself without hitching a breath.
Ah, why does he keep underestimating this girl? He wasn't expecting her to start talking dirty again with that cute mouth of hers. Meanwhile, he's still stuck with remaining dignify, despite his thrusting being anything but. While her words aren't making him falter in his pounding (if anything it makes him more aggressive), they certainly hits deep enough that he couldn't find the words for it. Which he'll just disguise that fact by letting out shameless moans instead.
Somehow, his already flushed face is getting redder from Monika's dirty talk, however, that just means he'll have to fuck even harder than before after every taunt.]
I wasn't- Ngh! I wasn't thinking about that. [It's a lie. Well, kinda. He was thinking about it when they were taking a bath together, but other than that moment, it didn't cross his mind ever again!] Stop it, otherwise I... I would actually want that.
[He probably won't ask and just tucked in deep inside him. Hell, he'll even forget that he's said such a thing after he recovered from this, unless he get aphro'd and is with Monika while in his real body.
Soundwave coos a sound of approval when her legs wrap around him, burying him deep. But her legs wouldn't make him stop thrusting in and out of her madly. Though occasionally his hips would stop, but not because he's taking a break from the frantic fucking. But he's overcome from her convulsing pussy tightening around his cock, and to allow her to feel his cock was pressing against her.
Soundwave licks his own lips in delight at the sight of her underneath him. It's fun to see how she bounced everytime he thrusts deep into her. So much fun. And... So much regret. Later, he'll have so much regret when he finally sobered up after this and realized he.. practically marked her outside and inside.]
I'm... Getting close, too.
[No more banter from him anymore. Purely focus on pounding in and out with excitement without any pause. Again. And again. And again. And again. Faster and harder as he fucks that tight hole of hers, and with one final slam, he--
What... What did she say? She... loves him?]
Wha-what-- I-I'm- Khh!!
[Sputtering on his own words, there simply isn't enough time for him to determine what she said was simply facetious, or if she truly meant it. Either way, that particular word has an effect on him before the throes of pleasure hits him. And it hits him hard.
Feeling as if his entire inside is churning around itself, the fire in his chest burning hot as his inner thighs tighten. He throbs rapidly inside of Monika until he achieves release, body arching, pushing his hips to be more flush against her as he comes for her
The amount filling inside her is thick, cum coating her insides with plentiful of spurts as he moans her name out loud, long and drawn out, voice tapering as he rides out the waves of orgasm, filling her to the brim. White hot seed even spilling out the sides of her entrance from how much he's cumming. His hand squeeze its hardest on one breast, but his other hand... That bloodied hand instead desperately finds her hand to try and interlock fingers with. It helps to ground him a little while he's coming down from this incredible climax.
Panting hard, his head dips down to catch her lips in a satisfying, deep but slow kiss. Once he breaks the kiss, he pushes himself back up and looks straight into Monika's eyes with.... Affection? Love? In his eyes. He's... he's not even sure of himself anymore. Ever since getting into this elevator, he's been terribly confused and this... this entire moment is making it worse. But one thing is for certain and hasn't change. His hard cock still throbbing inside of her.]
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Hmm, actually...it might be better to agree with everything. If he didn't want to be a robot, she could be one for him! (If only she knew how close that was to the truth.) ]
Yep. I'm so trapped! I can barely speak!
[ Which is true. He'll probably have to fight her to get her in a position like this again, too. She won't allow him to overcome her so easily again. Or, so sayeth her delusional mind. ]
You weren't thinking about fucking me at all, either. [ When did she word it like that? Oh, right. She didn't. Which is why she figures it'll fluster him more. ] I'll never bring it up again!
[ She will. She knows she should probably spare herself from falling further down this rabbit hole and focus solely on the Player. She should vanish, taking any chances of this relationship blowing up in their faces with her. Can she do it, though? Can she stand not having someone to hang on her every word?
...This is getting more difficult. She spends some time focusing on building up to her own release. It's not wrong to be manipulating someone like this. It's all a game. A means to an end.
Caught up in her own mind, she nearly misses his reaction to her poor excuse of a confession. While she expected a reaction, what he gives her isn't anywhere near her expectations. The smirk disappears, her mouth falling open and her eyes widening. Sudden tremors rock her body as he quakes with her, staking another claim on her. She's so shocked, her own pleasure's temporarily forgotten. No sound leaves her lips until he clamps down on her breast, but one tiny sound follows once his hand finds hers. And once he gives that kiss? Once he stares at her with something unlike the faux love she'd teased him with?
Monika cries out. He'd had his own share of pleasure already, coating every inch of her with him until it had no choice but to spill out, but her legs shake around him, and she comes all the same, struggling not to thrash from the intensity. Again, she finds herself unable to make much sound, only able to breathe and grasp his hand so tightly she'd worry about breaking his nonexistent bones.
She doesn't think she'll come down from this. She's flown to too high of a place without a parachute, and the only hope of escape is to leap to her doom. Until she's forced to do so, she can try to forget this. She shuts her eyes, no longer able to look into his.
Why the hell did she walk up to her own grave and willingly decide to dig deeper? ]
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That's the crux of the problem. He isn't thinking straight. Right now, he's thinking that he's sitting next to a lover, wanting to believe that the feeling is true, despite the insults, taunts, and the torture she had put him through earlier.
He's stayed long enough in her pussy. Groaning, he pulls out of her, very slowly - to avoid overstimulating, and then sits back to watch his pearly white cum leaking out of her. Then, after gently putting her hips and legs back down on the floor, he flops down to her side, still holding onto her hand. Staring up at the ceiling, he lets the silence linger for a moment, as his voice recovers.]
Did you... [He swallows, panting lightly, then tilts his head to her.] Did you mean what you said? .... Earlier?
[His eyes refocus on Monika. It's her chance to save herself from digging deeper.]
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Monika gasps when he moves, then again when he slides himself free. She can immediately feel more seed creeping to the floor and pooling beneath her to join the rest of their combined mess. A mess she should've fought to keep from happening. The same mess that the aphro is pushing for her to keep enjoying, because who doesn't want to love and be loved?
She lies there, lifeless, gaze locked on the same casket ceiling and afraid to budge elsewhere. It gets no better when he finally speaks. All she does is wheeze quietly, willing herself to release her shaking hand from his and failing to do so. ]
I...
[ Can she do it? Can her usual M.O. do the trick? Can she gaslight him, just a bit? ]
What did I say?
[ She's probably digging another hole at this point. ]
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They should remain as friends. They can still do something like this in the future and still remain as friends, and yet...
He can't let that one word out of his mind.]
That you... Love me.
[He'll just straight up say it. There's no way he's leaving the elevator until he knows. Or... At least until the aphrodisiac is fully out of his system and realize just how utterly stupid he's being.
A part of him thinks that he shouldn't be pushing this. To avoid further complications. But...a part of him desperately wants to know. And the latter won out evidently.
His hand squeezes hers, unwilling to let go just yet.]
Monika....
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The situation's crumbling further. Why did she joke around with a word that has so much meaning, especially for her? Go figure, stick your hand into a raging fire and you're going to get burned! What a goddamn genius she is!
Her whole body jerks when he squeezes her hand. She can't ignore the problem in front of her face. No delete key. No edits. Lacking those, she blurts out the only thing she thinks can fix this. ]
Yes!
[ No? But...yes! Yes, she can give him the answer he's clearly gunning for, then later on claim she simply got caught up in the moment, because who wouldn't? Romance is just dripping all over this elevator, and not all manner of bodily fluids! ]
Yes, I do. [ She looks his way at last, hoping her nervous smile comes off as something more lovestruck. ] I love you.
[ Ohh, what a mess. The Maiden seems to be enjoying this bonus drama, unlike Monika. The elevator's not moving until this resolves or explodes spectacularly. ]
disaster duo lmao
He could've accepted the truth with grace, but now... No turning back until something blows up in their faces.
As for Soundwave himself, he's still... Confused. He isn't sure how to reciprocate her feelings. How does one word carries so much weight to it? Does he love her back? A different kind of fire has been light up inside his chest.]
I....
[He stutters, unable to let the words out of his throat. It's... difficult for him, but he'll do something better. Soundwave dives his face forward until their lips are pressed together, slipping a tongue inside for a passionate kiss.
After all, he's more a bit of action than he is words. But really, he's only doing this to build up enough courage to say the word, just as Monika did.
Breaking the kiss, his gaze stay on Monika's.]
I... I love you, too. So, please... Don't leave me alone.
[This is messed up. He will be filled with so much regret and guilt later on, and maybe an intense desire to burn a certain painting down.
But right now, he's staring right at her with affection and love in his eyes, and his cock still fully hard, ready to give her love.]
can't spell disaster without some letters of their names 😎
Monika tenses up when all that passion hits her lips, the whimpers and squirms while resisting the desire to kiss back, her free hand coming up to press against his chest. Or at least try to, anyway. It's probably reading as fondling since she can't see where she's reaching. Then no. NonononoNONONONONO! ]
You love--? But you're--and we're--
[ Did someone drench her in human blood instead of his? Because as red as her face is, it's looking that way. He shouldn't be staring at her like that. She shouldn't be enjoying it. And, dear God, does his dick ever decide it needs a rest? Even with aphro, that thing's a beast, a beast she's not sure she can take again. He pounded her pretty damn hard!
Monika subtly pushes herself back, just a bit. The Player's going to be absolutely pissed if they ever find out about this. She has to make some effort to fix the graveyard she's creating. ]
A-Ahaha! I'm not going anywhere! It's just, this is kind of a crappy place to do something like confess love, isn't it? Maybe we should, er, have a redo somewhere else to make sure it actually counts...
true im dying laughing at this
Desire is pooling inside Soundwave, wanting more of Monika, and it shows with his throbbing cock. His holoavatar may be human, but his stamina is still that of a Cybertronian. Aphro or no aphro, he could still be energetic for another hour or two. Whether they'll be going at it for that long is a different question.
Fortunately for Monika, he doesn't close that gap between them, but he is still holding her hand. Pushing himself to sit upright, he looks around himself. Hell of a blood in here, and so are other fluids in this cursed box. But mostly his purple blood.
Despite the tornado of confusion in his head, there's still some semblance of sanity left in him. Though it's mainly in regards to escaping this elevator.]
Ah... yes. We should leave this place. It isn't.... appropriate for such heavy confessions. [Once then, they could be back to normal and forget it all. One problem, though...] However, has the... elevator moved at all?
[He turns to glare at the painting.
Ah, of course, the Maiden isn't satisfied yet despite the show.]
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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