▶ 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. 💕
[ She's not sure how long she spends kissing him, lapping up sweetness that nearly rivaled his blood, but his body's obvious reactions drag her away from getting lost in his taste. Having his cock sliding against her folds? Also a reason to pause.
Monika lifts her head, licking her lips after a thin line of saliva breaks between them. He's so lovely like this, bared and vulnerable, only for her. And to think, she already feels comfortable enough to do the same for him, no outside interference necessary.
...Which means more jokes! ]
Oh? So, I should tell everyone you're a pervert on top of a crybaby! Creeping around, listening to people doing naughty things...how gross~
[ She knows how stupid that sounds, because, well. Obviously. She hopes she'll get a real laugh out of him. It'd be a nice bonus on top of the smile! However, some of his typical grumping will also be satisfactory.
Just like he's learning, she's noticing he's shown an interest in her fingers. As she admires him from above, one hand creeps back to his mouth, tugging at his lower lip with her thumb, soft bait dangling on a hook to lure his hungry tongue out. ]
Are you trying to join us this time? Make this a party of three?
[ God, what a weird thing to say when it's technically just him. It makes her laugh. ]
Go let yourself in. [ She slides off of him with one more fleeting kiss after pulling her hand away. ] I'll get all this stuff out of the way so you can make love to me.
[ Make love. Not fucking. They've done enough of the latter. She wants, and needs, something softer. Still being sore from his earlier pounding has nothing to do with it. Really!
Really. She wants intimacy, not lust. A moment to feel connected in a way that wasn't dictated by the House. To be with the real him, since he's seen a glimpse of the real her. ]
I'm not a pervert. [What the hell??? Her cheek gets some aggressive poking for that.] I don't... I do not want to listen to other people doing... those stuff.
[It's gross! Horrifying! She joked, but he's actually suffering this! He really had to shut his ears up (sometimes successful, sometimes not), or had to just really concentrate on something just so his ears aren't picking them up. But fortunately, he does have something, or rather someone, he could put his full focus on, tuned out every sound and noises outside of this room. Only Monika's sounds is all he's hearing.]
But thanks to you, I can ignore all those sounds. All I have to focus on is Monika's voice.
[Look at that, beneath all the grump, he does have nice and sweet things to say. And... Oh, her fingers are back. It's a successful bait, because he immediately has his tongue out to lick and lap her at thumb, twirling around it before pushing it past his lips to give her a couple of suckle, staring up at her with half-lidded eyes. She tastes so sweet. Alas, the good thing doesn't last long, but his avatar gives her a surprise look at her tease.]
I wasn't trying to suggest that... Or, you actually want us both active at the same time?
[Make love, huh. Briefly he wonders if that's alright when they're just friends, but... honestly, he would be lying to himself if it isn't something he wants, too, after everything. Just... something soft. Intimate. Be connected in a way that is nothing alike how they connected this morning. He's fine with it, even with his real self he can be gentle. After Monika slides of him, Soundwave chases after her lips for one more fleeting kiss, before he heads over to the door.
The avatar lets himself in. No dangling metal sausage, as his crotch plate is securely closed at the moment. No sign of any dirty glow on him either, because he cleaned himself of course. Can't go out of his room with gunk on him.
He had intended to just sit in the corner and deactivate himself, but.... Damn, why did she have to say making it a party of three. The real him sits on the bed while the avatar settles on one of his thighs]
Are you alright with this? [He asks, with his real voice rather than through the avatar.] I can just sit at the corner instead.
[ Oh, right. He does have really good hearing, doesn't he? Shocking that the girl who's constantly screaming around him refuses to commit that to memory. But as she's doing all the grumping herself at the cheek poking, he makes those cheeks redder than ever. What he said, that was...kind of romantic...
Her teasing loses some of its edge, or plenty of it, since she's the one now getting flustered. That is to say, she can't tease anymore at all. Please don't use this knowledge for evil purposes. ]
I mean. Um. I figured it's what you were, er. Going for.
[ What else was she meant to think?! He sent her a video of him yanking his metal sausage! It's only fair for her to want to see it! This is all his fault for constantly teasing her with the idea of it!
By the time he returns, doubly so, she's done as promised and moved the towels elsewhere, as well as his gift haul, leaving only her naked self on the bed. Her legs are crossed, trying to hide her obvious arousal. Not so easy to hide? The way her eyes refuse to stop looking for where his giant metal sausage is. Does she have to wind him up and make it pop out like a jack-in-the-box?! ]
Mm? [ Oh, yes. Talking! She can remember how to do that, probably. ] Oh. Well, I mean...
[ Her gaze flickers back and forth between his avatar's face and his, hidden behind another mask. She fidgets with the sheets, thighs clenching harder. ]
I keep telling you. I always want to see the real you. Always. And...if I can be with you that way, too...
[ Her eyes focus on the face above, then she crawls across the bed, taking hold of his metal arm, resting her cheek against the smooth, warm surface. ]
Do whatever makes you comfortable, Soundwave. As long as it's with me.
[If Soundwave realizes that what he was romantic, he would actually used that to his advantage to get Monika to cease her teasing. It wasn't intentional for him to make it sound romantic, of course, because he thinks it's silly he has anything romantic in his exo-skeleton. And she should know that he has incredibly sensitive hearing, so it makes sense that he needs to focus on one thing to stop all the noises in his ears.
In any case, he's not sure what got Monika so flustered all of a sudden, head tilting to the side in confusion.
Don't think he doesn't notice her eyes looking down at his crotch. It makes his face flush a little, and somehow also sends a good tingle down to his crotch. Ah, is this... What he wanted as well? Despite all his worries and fears doing this with Monika. He wanted this, too? After a moment of deliberation, he decides to just... go for it. He's... curious. It felt extremely good whenever they do this with the avatar, so how much greater would it feel when it is his real body instead?
With a surrendering groan, he splays his metal legs before her while the avatar slides off his thigh and moves to occupies Monika's side instead, pressing his shoulder on her and resting his head on her. There we go. Monika sandwiched nicely between two different Soundwaves. One warm metal and one warm skin. The mask stays on during sex, though!]
I... Want to be with you that way, too.
[With that, he starts to unlock his panel locks. While Monika touching him could coax his metal sausage out, it's not necessary. A sigh releasing his tension also release the panel locks under his crotch, a couple of resounding *clicks* originating from under his crotch plate. The metal plating made up his crotch plate unlatches, slides and tucks to his side, revealing the smooth white surface area and what appears to be a closed cover. Monika only gets the briefest glance at the closed equipment cover before Soundwave's cord immediately pressurizing inside and the valve cover sliding away, leaking glowing pre out of it.
After that, a clearly phallic object pushes out- one Monika should recognized from that video -pushes out of the hole, plumped with arousal, red biolights shining through a new thick sheen of lubricant- he's self-lubricant, apparently! His blue and white cock looking alive for Monika to see.
What is a little different, and may be unexpected, is that his metal dong appears to be... soft? Despite being metal, it droops and appears half-erected, but even so still bigger than his avatar's.
Soundwave, though? He blushes blue where his cheeks would be on his faceplate, but keeps his visor on Monika.]
Is... This what you wanted? My... spike. [Spike. Cybertronian's slang for cock.]
[ Whew. He doesn't question her sudden change in attitude. Good. He doesn't need some new way to keep her wrangled!
No matter. She watches him closely--both of him--seeking signs of how he feels via his avatar, since she can't glean much from his actual face. Time crawls to a stop while she waits, hoping and praying, wondering if she's crazy for wanting this...
His avatar jolts time back into movement. Monika gasps quietly, then shivers against him on both sides. Contentment rushes through her, as well as a sense of peace she didn't expect. This was already getting intimate on another level. She's so safe. So warm.
It's happening. ]
Ahaha. I never knew I could feel so lucky.
[ Though she's wrapped her arm around his avatar, gently rubbing at his skin, her eyes are quickly and intensely focused on one thing. Under all the building anticipation is fascination at what she gets to witness. It's, well, alien. But the more she sees, the more some things are making sense. Now it's incredibly obvious where he kept his privates tucked away. So maybe he does wear clothes!
There's another gasp, then another, each stage of the reveal shocking her a little more. And there it is, the member of the hour. Her eyes remain wide, just as she remains frozen. That. Is a lot. Maybe there were some regrets forming?
If they are, they're not stopping her. She lightly kisses his avatar's hair, then she shifts over to seat herself on his mech's thigh. Again, she's openly staring with widened eyes, even hesitantly reaching out like she may go for a direct touch, but she eventually draws her hand back. ]
Your spike? [ She giggles, then kisses his metal, just so he doesn't feel left out. ] I thought you preferred "privates"~?
[ Her fingers get brave enough to at least brush along his inner thigh as she goes back to her staring. It'd be dumb to think he wasn't going to be significantly larger than what she'd dealt with already. And she thought she couldn't get any sorer!
Still, she wants him. ]
Of course I wanted you. And your spike. [ She glances up. ] Can I...touch you?
[Good idea on Monika's part to seek signs via his avatar instead. For the most part, his consciousness is back to his real body- the avatar is now nothing more than an entity with some set of instruction being put on repeat. The avatar's hand rubbing on her thigh and the other hand fondling her breast, helping her to get a little work up. He's not able to feel them now with his consciousness back where it truly should be, but he does leave the function where his expressions are translated into the avatar's face on. He may not find it comfortable to remove his faceplate, but he still wants Monika to be able to read and know how he feels throughout this, even if it's through the avatar.
Maybe one day, he'll be comfortable enough to remove his faceplate to her. Only Monika. Or, Monika is able to learn all of his subtleties and the small change in intonations to be able to read him before that.]
Shut up.
[Typical response from Soundwave. Don't call him out on that! That said, he eases up a little on him grumpiness when Monika gave him a kiss. Good, because he isn't feeling much from the avatar anymore.
It's a mere brush of fingers, but his thigh visibly twitches- both him and the avatar's - before Soundwave forces himself to relax. Right, his real body is still extra sensitive, because... he's actually yet to be touched, in his real body. It hits him now that he truly can satiate his wants and needs. Now his body can truly remember everything there is about intimate touches.
One thing Monika will learn about him? His erogenous zone isn't too different than a human's. Maybe it's because his form is humanoid, but it wouldn't take much for her to learn about his weak spots. And given that he hasn't actually had a touch till now, every erogenous zone is a weak spot.
Monika staring intently at his spike for a while has it throbbing and even rising a little erect. Truly embarrassing to be stared at like that. Almost makes him want to hide it back inside him and close the cover, but he swallows that embarrassment down and instead reaches his thumb to brush against her cheek. Monika looks so small now.]
You can.
[Please. He yearns for it. It's funny, how she had been touching him all this time they've been together via the avatar, but now? Now he can actually satiate this touch-starved need that's been bubbling inside his real body.]
[ If only he knew how little he had to do to get her worked up. She was already worked up. Had been since the moment they mended their nearly-broken bridge. Newer delusions easily grew with their increasing bond, as that bridge grew more sound and secure. Friends can do all sorts of things like this. Friends can act like lovers. Friends can make love. Friendship can be anything she wants it to be. ]
Ahaha, see? Forever a grump.
[ As always, teasing remains included in friendship. No negotiations!
She does hope she'll forgive him for how little attention she's beginning to pay to his avatar, despite joking about it being a party of three. He's drawing all her focus, the version of himself she's the happiest to see. It means being back to wondering what's hiding beneath his mask, but that's fine. She has a good imagination. And, as she's been learning, he has other ways of showing who he is to her. Time to show some gratitude for his generosity.
After enjoying a quiet moment of leaning into his touch, Monika slides off his thigh and between his legs proper, moving in until his spike, as he called it, looms inches away. She swallows hard as she takes in the sight of it, fills in some of the details that she couldn't see in the salacious video he'd sent. She can't decide what fascinates her the most. Well...beyond the obvious. She was no giantess, and he didn't appear to be fully hard.
...Add that to the other weird things she's had to think in the span of a few minutes: marveling at something that's made of metal being soft.
Right? It's soft? Or was that part of him different? Only one way to find out. She reaches out, fingers dragging along his inner thigh, since she'd noticed how he twitched before. He must be sensitive. Had she been driving him crazy all the times she'd been pressed against his metal before? The side of her that loves driving him batty kind of hopes so.
Her hand inches closer, closer, drawing meandering circles...then finally, she sneaks a small touch, pressing up along the underside of his spike, base to tip. Her hand retreats as she blinks in surprise. Definitely not soft. Her breath catches, and she stares at the swirl of fluids left on her fingers.
As she looks up at his visor, her hand rises to her mouth, and her tongue darts out for a taste. How could she not? ]
Tell me what feels good.
[ It's almost a soft command. She reaches out, eyes staying fixed on the optics hidden away, and her small hand takes hold of his spike, though she's unable to get her fingers fully around it. Not that it stops her. She watches as she gently and experimentally strokes, wanting to make such a good friend feel so good. ]
[The grumpy tsun is never going away no matter what. But there's a small hint of endearment in his words than irritation, or at least the lack of irritation in his voice is a hint.
It's obvious how small she is when next to him. He's seen how much smaller humans are when he was at his original size. But it still surprises him, just how small she looks between his legs. Half of her face is even obscured by the half-erected shaft. He wonders if she could even fit him inside her mouth? That's not even considering the entire length, but just the tip alone may be difficult to swallow, he'd imagined.
Still, he trusts Monika. He won't force her to do anything or take more than she willingly could, and he hopes she knows her own limit Difficult to not worry because he's seen how impulsive she is, but he won't let said worry leak out of him to ruin the mood.
As expected, his thigh twitches once more at the touch and causes his vents to hitch. The finger drag up his length feels nice; it makes his spike throbs and a bead of glowing purple pre leaks out the tip. Soundwave shudders at the sight of her tasting his own lube. And he couldn't help his hand to gently press up her head and pats her.
Honestly, if she's completely ignoring the avatar, that's fine too. It'll still be on her, pressing up behind her, helping itself with gentle fondles to her breasts. Just so she isn't too distracted from her focus on stroking his spike.
Besides, he prefer if she focuses on his real self instead. If she's serious about the party of three, the avatar can join later.
There's a slight give when Monika presses her hand on his warm sensitive spike, Soundwave clamping down to not let out an embarrassing sound just from a mere touch.]
Ng- ngggh. [His body trembles from the stroking, head turning to the side. Spike throbs, gradually rises, and getting bigger. Harder. Along with trying to quiet his moan, there's a sort of popping noise escaping his vocalizer. He's clearly feeling good, but--] The head.
[He answers, turning his head back down to her.]
Rub the head.
[That is where he is more sensitive. If she wants to make him squirmy, he readily gives her at least one way to do it.]
[ He thinks she looks small. She thinks he's towering over her. And yet, the power seems to remain entirely in her hands. Monika purrs under his touch, pushing up into it, a smug cat that just got an extra serving of cream she didn't deserve. Forever a brat, indeed.
He shouldn't trust her. No matter how much she's softened up since their stint in the elevator, she's always going to be an impulsive little thing that does what feels good in the moment, especially if it can drive someone crazy. She can tell she's going to get him to that point with little effort. Barely a touch, and he's got the bed quaking. And those sounds! Is he short circuiting up there in the clouds?
She smirks as she nuzzles back against his avatar, kissing the soft skin of his cheek since she can't reach his faceplate. ]
The head, hmm?
[ Her hand begins moving up, but she doesn't go directly there. She has other parts of him to feel! He's getting so much bigger, after all, and it's going to take some time to familiarize herself with him a second time. Shouldn't her fingers massage the base? Run along the sides? Squeeze and press all over the length? Anatomy lessons take time, and she prides herself on being a good student!
All right, fine. The head. Her head tilts as her fingers near it, as if she's so, so curious, wondering what might happen if she touches it. Which she does, but only with one finger, soft and slow. ]
I wonder. [ Uh-oh. Here comes the impulsive side. She's sitting up on her knees, leaning in... ] Does this taste like your blood?
[ Before he can try to stop her, she dives in, dragging her tongue up the head of his spike, pressing it flat against him until the glow of his pre stains her mouth. He then gets another open-mouthed smirk as her tongue hangs out, the wink that follows a cheeky cherry on top. See? Teasing is nonnegotiable! ]
[They have the time for her to explore more of his spike. It isn't like they have anywhere else to go (unless her stomach is growling, but they have snacks to mitigate that.). As much as he wants to explore Monika as well, he's already done plenty of times this morning and last night.
Still.... What. A. Tease. Not giving him what he wanted immediately. At least she actually goes for it.
Soundwave shudders visibly when her finger touches his head, teasing him with slow swirls. It's not much- it shouldn't be much -but it is for him. Again, it has been so long he had anyone touched his sensitive shaft. Hell, he can't even remember the last time he touched himself.
So when Monika finally gets to his head? It's like electric just zapped the tip, and the electrifying vibes from his crotch spread out throughout his body. Shoulders tensing, his head hangs low and his vents hiss out a high pitched sound, blowing warm air, shooting the glow pre onto her stained tongue. His reaction translates to his holoavatar, though his hands don't stop fondling her chest, head hangs low with his tongue hanging out, drooling a little onto her shoulder bangs conveniently hiding the pleasured look in his eyes.
As for the taste? It's sweet-- sweeter than his blood. Maybe because it's leaking out of his real body rather than the avatar's? Something that was fake? It still has that metallic aftertaste and it's oily.
His optics shutters open to see that mischievous cute face of hers, her tongue pressed against his spike.]
So... [Doe she want another pet on the head? Because she's getting another, before his metal hand moves down and stops on the side of her head, fingers curling until they touch the back of her ears, or at least the shell of her ears.] How does it taste, Monika?
[ After all those lovely reactions, she closes her mouth and swallows him down as a reward. There's a lot she could say. It's scary. It's amazing. It's sweet. It's something she probably shouldn't be ingesting. What to choose, what to choose? The obvious choice is...saying none of the above and leaving him in the dark! ]
Mm?
[ Sorry. Mouth's full again. While it's overwhelming to have such a large hand cradling her head, she's taking all the petting to mean she should keep sampling him. There's no way the head of his spike is going to fit in her mouth, but that doesn't seem to be stopping her from jamming her mouth onto him somehow. Her lips close over one part, then move to another, up, under, above...then she focuses a good deal at the tip, dipping her tongue in to gather up more of the sweet, oily taste of him.
Delicious. Delicious is the answer he's looking for, even if this feels so forbidden. He must think the same about the pleasure of it all, if his avatar is anything to go by. She can't see much over her shoulder, not with her attention so deeply set on the mech side of him. It's easy enough to sense, though--the trickle of saliva, the way his head hangs. Again, all her doing.
Monika gently slides the avatar's hands back to free her breasts after an appreciative pat to his hair. She's getting another awful idea. ]
Tell me. How does this feel? Familiar, maybe?
[ As she goes in for another taste, her chest pushes up against his lower shaft just so, thanks to her hands squeezing her breasts upward to cushion him. Not too hard. Just enough. Wouldn't want to overwhelm him. Ah, if only all that lube of his wasn't making it awfully easy to glide the soft mounds along his length. ]
It might be fun to see if you could fit between them this time. [ Her head dips for a fresh taste of him, a glowing trail running down her chin as she looks up. ] What do you think?
[ She's being a tease, but she's thoughtful about it this time. She's changed so much already. ]
[She's making his body shudder more and more and that popping noises to come back. Who knew a human's... No, Monika's lips to feel this good? Like, he knows how good she had made him feel with her mouth, or how he forced himself down her mouth before. But this...? This softer, if not intimate, way of doing things feel much more greater than the last time experience has ever provided.
His body can't stop shuddering and his cock throbbing. It's a miracle he didn't immediately cum right then and there. But it's a struggle. She's yet to try and swallow the head, but he's struggling and can already feel his cum swelling inside his spike. The red biolight even grows brighter. A sign to come?
Soundwave moves his metal hand away from Monika to instead clench his fist on the edge of the mattress. Honestly, he doesn't need a verbal answer anymore. Just watching Monika taking care of his tip and keep lapping his pre is enough to tell him that she loves it.
It's not overwhelming, but damn, it's too good, too distracting for him to think of anything else but how incredible Monika's breasts feel. Heck, everything about her and her body feels incredible than anyone else here could ever provide. That may still hold true in the future, but he may or may not be biased here because she's his first partner (technically no but it's been so long while she might as well be considered his first partner) and a daring partner at that, too. Thanks to the distraction, it means he can't issue a new instruction to the holoavatar, which means the avatar is just fondling her stomach.
More importantly, though--
She asks him what he thinks..... That's definitely an improvement! A tease, but it brings... Good feeling insides that Monika cares for his wants and thoughts, too, than simply focusing on her own. Just... Give him a second to come down from the feeling of her sliding her chest up on his prick, spurting pre onto her face before she could dip down.]
It is... very familiar. Incredible.
[Ah, he doesn't even need to look down to know what softness is pressing against his sensitive spike. He's grown all to familiar with them in just a day.]
You are .... Doing incredible, Monika. [Praises. After all the head pats, she'll receive verbal praises, too.] I highly doubt I could fit between them. But... Yes, I do think that is fun. I want... More.
[A pause, then he looks down to Monika.]
I missed your breasts pressing between my... Privates.
[Ah, there we go. Back to privates! But... He's being more honest to her, and that's an improvement on his part.]
[ She breathes out in satisfaction. Ahhh. A perfectionist's dream, the concrete proof she craves of knowing she's doing something right. Maybe there's something to be said for, you know, not being a selfish asshole. His praise is addictive. Such a pure delight for someone so damn greedy.
...But maybe also mildly concerned. He's, well. He's big. Every passing moment is driving that fact in, making it harder to ignore. The spray of precum is enough to have her wondering if she's going to come (haha) out of this glowing brightly enough to light up the whole room. And that sudden increase in the glow of his...sexy LED indicator? Yeah, sexy LED indicator. That has to mean something. What if he breaks the bed? Breaks...her? She should probably slow down, right...?
Haha. Nah.
Since his avatar's seemingly getting distracted, she does some more maneuvering, directing that fondling down between her legs, seeking her own relief from how damn turned on she is. She sighs in increased satisfaction, then grants him a smile, more mischievousness playing at her lips. ]
Awww! I can't have you missing something already, Private Soundwave! [ Feel free to flick her for that nonsense. ] So, I think there's a good human saying that's fitting for this...
[ She's shifting. Pushing in closer. Grinning through the glow surrounding her mouth, doing her damnedest to get him squished between those breasts of hers. She hardly makes it halfway around his spike, but plenty can be said about determination. He's going to get what he deserves, as best as she can manage it. ]
You~ Only~ Live~ Once~
[ Unless, like her, you get a second chance at life, which means she had to make the best of that gift. She had to show appreciation for the mech that was making that life better already. For the mech that's daring to open up to her.
As her breasts squeeze and press under him, sliding up and down along part of his length, she makes another attempt to close her mouth over the head of his spike. She almost manages it this time. Almost. She hopes it'll be enough to show her gratitude. ]
His optics see where his avatar's hands currently at. Ah, the avatar needs new set of instructions. And so, he instructs it to proper way of pleasuring her folds. Fingers stroking between the folds? Thumb pressing lightly against her clit? It might be a little wonky since it's a bit difficult to concentrate and, well... unsurprisingly lack of inexperience with humans, but he's trying his best. That must feel much better than the avatar grasping at her pussy.
And yes, she indeed gets a... not a flick but a poke instead to the forehead for that nonsense. Then, that same hand moves down to brush the glow leaking out of her lips with his thumb, smearing his glowy pre on her.]
I was third-in-command and a leader.
[She doesn't get to call him Private! Not that his ranks matter, really. Not here anyway. Honestly, that's going into history that may or may not ruin the pleasant mood, so he's just going to focus back on the pleasure his spike is receiving.
And.... Oh, how grand her breasts feel, sliding up and down. More precum spurts on her face, chin, and breasts. And as if it's not already obvious Monika's breasts are his favorite? His spike quickly grows to his full length, all one foot long metal cock that Monika may have to rise up to have her mouth stay on his tip. His spike throbbing as the "sexy LED indicator", as Monika dubbed it internally, intensifies in its glow. He's squirmy, more than ever; fingers clench hard on the mattress, metal legs twitch, and his boots shift left and right. Signs that he's getting very close.]
Getting... Difficult to hold on.
[He could release right now... has the choice to do it, but he's waiting for a certain someone's word. After all, there's only one person in this room who holds power over him in this moment.]
Monika? [She gets a little begging, as a treat.
He sees her show of gratitude, and Monika doesn't have to do much to gain his appreciation during this. The fact she's so willing to do this daunting, if not risky, task is enough to make him appreciative of having such a precious friend in this place. One he could not be afraid to show and receive intimacy.]
[ If not for that "beautiful," her sass levels would've increased. That's quite the praise, some that gets her red in the face. She takes the poke without complaint, then her gaze at him softens at the brush of his thumb. Now she's the one eager to have his finger in her mouth, to sneak a taste.
Like him, it's getting so difficult to focus on his avatar, no matter the new instructions. All her pleasure is coming from the mech looming above. ]
I'd expect nothing less of of you. [ And all right, a little sass: ] Private~
[ It's not like she knows a damn thing about rankings. Even if she did, they'd be moving on from her teasing quickly. A new shock hits when, oh God, he's proving to be one hell of a grower. As if she didn't have enough to gawk at! Her mouth falls open as she stares down at the monster against her chest, a third of her shock from mild fear, a third from awe, and the rest wild, impulsive excitement.
This is her. All her. Just her...
Satisfaction settles deep into her expression, and she takes a moment to tilt her head back in pleasure. This time, when she reaches back to address the attention from his avatar, it's to push it away, probably more roughly than necessary. She hopes he'll forgive her for the rudeness. There can be no more distractions, not even her own pleasure. Just Soundwave's.
With the avatar out of the way, she can do what's necessary to keep giving him the pleasure he deserves. She pushes herself up, slightly unsteady until she braces herself against him. He gets a few soft kisses to the metal of his abdomen, then her head dips to lavish the head of his spike with long, decadent drags of her tongue. While she's willing to do some insane things--obviously--she's not going to keep attempting to push him into her mouth for now. One of the things she remembers most from that video? Just how big that puddle he made was. She isn't looking to #yolo her way to getting 360 no scoped by a cumshot!
With all the effort necessary to keep working him with her mouth, it's harder to continue stroking him with her breasts. She's determined, though. Her hands hold on tighter, and she runs her entire upper body against his length, along with his favorite body part of hers. For that special treat, for begging her for release, putting her heart into this was worth the struggle. She'd hold on until he no longer could. She won't stop until he's spilling for her.
Her eyes focus on his visor, something like affection in the emerald hues, the pants from her effort breezing across his warm metal. She reaches up, dragging glowing streaks across his chest, right where his heart would be. And quietly, she commands: ]
[It's much bigger than in the video, isn't it? It may already look big in that format, but doubtful anyone- anyone who isn't a Cybertronian -could be prepared for something of that size staring them down. Fear and shock would fill a person. It's understandable if Monika wishes to back away from this. Well, that's what he expected. Not what he's actually feeling from her, or what he's seeing on her face. There is fear in her, as well as there is awe. But what emotion is overpowering them both is the wild excitement in her. Then comes in the satisfaction and even pleasure.
Surprise mixes in with his struggling expression behind the mask and visor, but he soon settles with appreciation and his own satisfaction. That... Chips off oke of his number of worries regarding this.
There's no feelings, or attachment whatsoever involved in Monika roughly shoving the holoavatar away. He's not even in . Plus, if that's how Monika felt with the holoavatar currently, he'll dismiss it. So, it'll just be the two of them. Just two real people feeling up each other body and warmth.
He can just focus on his own pleasure, her body pressing and sliding against his throbbing, sensitive spike, seconds away from bursting. His abdomen move slightly up to encourage more of her kisses there, bringing it shivers and trembles up and down his exospine. Her tongue on his sensitive head is like lightning striking at it, making him squirmier.
With everything Monika is lavishing him, it's a struggle to hold in it, but he shall do so until she hear her words. His red visor meets with her emerald.
"Do it."
With that, his entire length throbbing from root to tip finds release. Strong, heavy burst of that hit glowing cum splashes onto her chin and her face and his cum shoots high enough to rain down atop her hair, as his lower body trembles. She'll have to wait for a while until he finally finishes unloading onto her. Thick, gooey glowing cum paints her face, neck, collarbone, and the top part of her chest.
After close to a minute, he's finally done. His vents hiss hot air. His body momentarily feel like jelly after his hard-- no, hardest orgasm than what he had masturbating.]
M-Monika...
[He moans her name out, along with that static, popping noises. His optics stops blurring, as he meets with Monika once more, showered in his cum, staring down at her with lustful gaze behind the visor...
She knew she was in for quite the experience, but she quickly learns she should've expected more than she did. Just as she's planting another kiss on his trembling metal to give her mouth a short break, the eruption--because it's a goddamn eruption--begins. Her gasp and squeak are forcefully interrupted by a seemingly never-ending onslaught of what he's been holding back. And it won't stop coming.
Once again, she's having a moment of completely forgetting her pleasure. That, and being glad that she didn't make the effort to fully do her hair, because boy howdy, would that have been pointless. As he's coming down (somewhat), she comes down, too, dropping ass first onto the bed, into even more of his release that had blown past her.
She breathes out. Lifts her arms and stares at them. Oh, yeah. She could light up a room. Literally. And that feels...
Divine.
Hearing her name drags her out of shock and back to him. She licks her lips, glancing up as hot release runs down her body, pools around her. Her eyes close. She breathes out again. Could she be any madder? Has she ever felt so alive? ]
Ahaha. With all those weird noises you're making? You're going to have me worried~
[ Her eyes reopen to stare up at his visor. If she imagines hard enough, she can see him staring back. Wanting her. Needing her.
She holds a hand out to him, giving a lazy smile that barely cuts through the glow. ]
Help me get onto you.
[ She nods at that steel-hard cock, laughing quietly. She's beginning to fully realize that refractory periods are a foreign concept to him. ]
[The static and pop, that is. They'll go away as he continues to speak, if he's able to without stuttering and pausing for a breather. Swallowing air into his vents, Soundwave brings a hand up to Monika's face and brush off a chunk of his gunk to able to see her smile better. Then, his hand moves down to her chest, smearing it on her nipple, not-so-subtly flicking her nub with his metal thumb, before smearing more of his cum under her breast.
His hand's larger than her breast- heck, he can grope both her breasts with just one hand- but he tries to knead and grope them like he did with the avatar before. Both at the same time. Slightly less rough though, as he has to treat Monika like a delicate little thing to avoid accidentally hurting her.
His visor stays on her eyes.]
You look... much more beautiful covered in my.......
[Ah, he can't even complete it. He can't do it. Monika's better at dirty talk than he is. He clears his throat. Right, he's clearly not done. Monika's not done. They can continue. Still some worry starts to well up in him again.]
.... If you need a break, tell me. Understand?
[He places his hands on Monika's waist, slides up to feel her curvaceous body, then a small detour to her boobs once more, pinching and tweaking her nipples. Once satisfied, he holds Monika up under her armpits and lifts her up with ease, until he's at eye level with his. Just so they can stare into each other for a bit without him having to look down this whole time.
He's intended to let Monika sit on him with his spike between her legs. But he pauses when he gets to hold her up above his spike. His spike looks way too big for a girl of her body. It should be obvious, really, but... seeing the length, the girth, and then the small body hovering body it.
Yet he can't help press his tip against her pussy, teasing. Just... Wanting to how her privates feel against his privates.]
[ He probably can't see that skeptical look under all the jizz, but she's not buying the "normal" thing. She's not looking to have a death by snu snu situation here. It'd be nice to keep her friend around for more than a day!
Well, if he says it's fine, she'll have to trust him. After putting aside just how drenched she is in him, the new attention feels good. She sighs softly at each touch, leaning into every press of warm metal, her twitching increasing as he ventures lower. Having her breasts being stimulated by hands so large is...who knows how to describe it, other than the same way she has everything else. It's good, so so good.
The delicate little thing in his grasp is shaking like a leaf by the time he speaks again, something that only worsens when he gives her that mildly twisted compliment. The word "beautiful" really does things to her. ]
Your...claim?
[ While she could've used a dirtier word, she wanted something a little softer to help with his discomfort. But more than soft, it was mildly twisted. Slightly possessive. Exactly her brand of dirty, because she feels claimed more than ever.
She whimpers when he touches her more, then finds herself panting once her eyes meet his. The small burst of fear at being picked up fades quickly, and she reaches out, holding her hand against his faceplate. Soft. Appreciative. ]
I'm fine, Soundwave. I promise.
[ Rather quickly, he has her wondering how true that'll be. Again, her expectations get flipped wildly. She figured she'd ride against him to get her release, just as her body had done for him. But...
Her hands slam down onto his arms and clutch as best they can, mostly slipping around from how wet they are. Her eyes close tightly, thighs squeezing together as the tip of his spike teases at her. It's nothing like she expected. She has to stop expecting things.
One eye opens. She's panting harder. And before she can even think about it, a new kind of twitching is starting up. She's grinding against his tip in small, uneven movements, testing how he feels against her. ]
Yes, claim is a good word to use. He can't say he likes the idea of him claiming anybody, especially his friends, but this bit of possessiveness Monika triggered in him makes him feel its right to claim Monika. It makes him want to bathed her in his glow, outside and inside. Marked her with his "claim". Keep her safely in his arms and to never let go.
His spike throbs between her soft thighs. Should they... Should they really go through with this, he wonder. He's.... he's fine with just keeping it to touching each other, but the desire is there, welling inside him. The longer he keeps prodding her pussy with his tip, the stronger desire to plug his spike inside her becomes. Maybe not entirely, that might be... impossible? But as much as it can be.
As Monika grinds against his tip, the desire in him grows ever stronger and it churns in his guts to the point that it makes him a little sick. His optics then lower to her crotch. Ah... His head is so much larger than her entrance, his spike is thicker than her own arm that he has to wonder if it's at all possible for the two to have sex, in his real body, even when they both desire it. It'll take work to push inside of her no doubt, but he'll now spread her wider than he had did earlier.
Honestly, he too questions if she'll continue to be fine. Or, if he'll be fine, too.]
Monika- [He meets her eyes once again. One of his hands releases her, the other still holding her up just in case she needs help to stand on his thighs. That hand moves to grasp at Monika's small hand, trying to interlocked with her fingers but ends up just simply clutching her hand, soft and gentle.] Do you... Do you want it? For us to be one once again? Or-
[Hesitant-]
Perhaps we... continue touching each other. Might be for the best?
[It's clear that he wants it. His tip is still prodding her like a needy large thing. No, he wants to do both... everything with Monika, but mostly he wants to be one with her. But his concerns once again rear their heads that has him struggle to reach his own decision. He wonders if he's being such a terrible sex partner to Monika that he keeps second guessing himself and pausing. He's doing such a disservice to someone who readily wants him to have a good time with her.]
[ She grits her teeth at his throbs, his prods. Is he doing it on purpose? Is he teasing her? No. He has to be telling her something without words. She's getting better at reading his desires. She had to, as much as he tends to speak with his actions over anything else.
She wanted to make love. He wants the same. Doesn't he?
Her eyes flicker down to his spike, easier to see than his avatar's had ever been, because...God. Now that she's directly above it, drenching him with her own wetness, its size only seems to have grown. More of the wild excitement returns at the thought of being with him. Maybe with enough determination and a bit of stupidity--?
His voice makes her head jerk back up. Holding her hand worsens her impulsiveness. Even with their size difference at this much of an extreme, he wants to connect in the softest, smallest of ways. Despite the failed attempt to interlock their fingers, she brushes her fingertips against the metal enveloping her hand. ]
How many times do I have to tell you, Sparky? [ He gets his dumber nickname because he's being dumb! ] I always want to be with the real you.
[ She shifts forward, sliding off of his spike for the time being. She wants to be pressed against him. He needs that hug she promised him before, anyway, even if it's with only one arm. She knows she's smearing him with his claim, but to hear any hint of that hum inside of him again, the sounds of life... ]
Fate got us this far. It's meant to be. [ Her cheek nuzzles his abdomen, her delusions feeding her untamed desires. ] It'd be wrong not to do what we want.
[ He gets a light kiss, then she glances up while she gives him another. It's a substitute for the kiss she can't give him above. I'd do it, her darkening eyes say. ]
[He does deserve the dumber nickname with how continually hesitant he's being, despite how clear Monika was with wanting to be with the real him. He can't help but worry, really. Overthink things.
Surprise flits behind the faceplate when she's on his chest and hugs him. It leaves him a little dumbfounded, not even caring his claim are smeared on his abdomen, but Monika's words... Fate got us here? Meant to be? Monika is saying such sweet words to him that they begin to sweep away the worries and concern.]
Monika...
[He supposes he wanted to hear her say that once again. It helps to squashed down that concern. It... may remain in him, but for Monika, he'll try to ignore it. Quiet it down, so that they won't disturbed anymore. They both want this. They both want the same thing. He can't deny himself of this any longer.
But before that, he pulls Monika back in for a hug and lets her hand go so she can complete the hug proper. Both arms now hold Monika close. Just for a little longer, he wants to feel her warmth against him, her head on his chest, listening to that hum inside. Once satisfied, he gently peels Monika off and his metal finger lightly scratches under her chin, before he lifts her face up to meet with his, thumb running along her lower lips. He's said this twice now, but- She's so beautiful. Maybe they were meant to be? Unable to stop himself, he lowers down to press his faceplate on her forehead, kissing her, smearing the glow on his faceplate.]
Let's... [Fuck? Sex? No, what did she call it again?] Make love, my Monika.
[Hope she doesn't mind that use of my Monika. The little bit of possessive from him.
He lifts Monika up under the armpits once more and positions her above his tip. Her wet entrance kisses the tip of his length and his hands on her soft sweaty thighs.... Excitement bubbling in him, he's about to make love with his most precious friend... lover? but he begs himself to be patient. While they both want this, it's best to take it slow, right?
Soundwave glances up at Monika and gives her single nod, before allowing himself to push his spike up, coaxing her to descent as well by lightly pushing his hands on her, letting his head of his spike to spread her pussy wide-- wider than with the avatar. He continues to push his cock up and up, head gradually and slowly being swallowed inside her pussy, until he feels some sort of... Barrier stopping him? Earlier.... He feels this once before, knocking on it over and over with his avatar's smaller cock.
Vents sighing, Soundwave abandons her thighs and envelops both her hands in his. His optics rests on Monika's face to pay close attention to her expressions, running a wellness check to see if she's hurting or in any discomfort.
At this point, he feels it's best for him to stop. From this onwards, it's up to her if she wants to descent further down his length. He'll help, of course, if she needs it.]
[ As he takes in her words, she watches quietly, patiently allowing him to work through his thoughts and emotions. She's finding it intriguing, having to do that when his face is completely locked away, much like when she first met him. It's becoming its own kind of fun, like slowly picking at a puzzle, piece by piece. How good, then, that she enjoys a challenge.
Her head tilts when he says her name. ]
Mm?
[ Before she can say anything else, she's found herself pressed closer to him. Of everything he's done so far, it's almost the most overwhelming thing of them all. It's a stark reminder of how small she is, her own constant worry she can't let go of. Her jokes probably did nothing to cover up her true feelings and fears. He absolutely could hurt her. She's the tiny insect he could crush, even at this size.
She sighs, content, closing her eyes while she gives him the proper hug he deserves, as much as her small arms can grant him. He wouldn't hurt her. There's nothing to fear. Her smile's widening after he pulls her back, lashes fluttering at the metal sliding against her skin and lips. That alone would've been enough to have her drifting in the clouds, happier than ever. But then he kisses her.
Well, "kisses," but it's as intense as any touch of another's lips would be. Her mouth falls open slightly, her burning blush coming through, despite the glow all over her face. In this moment when she's such a mess, covered in fluids nearly head to toe, hair stuck together in clumps, getting increasingly tangled...he's made her feel more beautiful than she ever has. ]
Yes. Make love to me.
[ She's beyond caring about right and wrong, the should she's or shouldn't she's. His possessiveness does just as much as calling her beautiful had. She's moaning even before she's lowered onto him, her head falling back as he begins to plug in. ]
My Soundwave.
[ Her noises quickly increase, because no matter how ready she thought she was, this was more than her body was meant to handle. To think she thought he'd made her sore before! The first push was enough to have her cry out, face twisting up and caught somewhere between pain and pleasure. But...her body's accepting him somehow. Taking his shape, bit by aching bit. She won't question it. She doesn't question fate. ]
M-More.
[ He shouldn't be able to go further. Nowhere in her right mind should she allow him to. More sweat's beading up, running down the scant few areas of bare skin she has left. The immense pressure can be overcome. It can be better. Half-lidded eyes rise up to meet his visor, her lips trembling as she shakes from the effort to keep pushing past what her body tells her not to.
Monika yanks on her hands in his grasp, intent to put his back on her thighs. He's not done. Not until she says he is. With her, there's never any quitting allowed. ]
[They seem to have reached an impasse. Looking away from her cum-covered face, he looks down and sees the obvious bulge on her, shaped to his spike's head. Her barrier- cervix - is as deep as he could reached, and yet she hasn't fully swallowed his head nor even get to the spike's body. It seems dangerous to go further, hence why he stops.... and why he wanted her to decide for herself where to go at this point. And... she seems to have reached a decision. One that honestly shouldn't be shocking him at this point. Though, she couldn't yank her hands out of his grasp, Soundwave gets her message. She wants him to keep going.
He's about to ask if she's sure, but that's a dumb question. Of course she's sure. She wants it. Of course it's not a good idea. But she wants it. And so does he.
His metal pulsates inside her.
With a slightly squeeze to her small hand, he ignores the worries and releases her hands. His own hands return to where they rightfully belong- back to her thigh, pushing her down and impaling her even further. It should be impossible. Even if he knows nothing about humans, something this large shouldn't be penetrating something so small. He shouldn't be pushing the entrance inside her. A mere human wouldn't be able to accept any more, and yet...
His vents sigh loudly as finally the tip of his large steel spike pop inside Monika's small pussy, head pressing tightly against her womb. He can feel how Monika's body squeezes, wrap so hot around his head, and Soundwave's whole body shakes, spurting pre inside her too. Her inner flesh walls squeezing tightly around it feels so incredible that a moan threatens to escape his vocalizer. Impossible to force it back down, but.... He doesn't mind. He wants to be open to Monika, and that also means letting those embarrassing and undignified noises to come out. He won't try to stifle them, even if first instinct might forced him to at first.
She feels good. So good. It's incredible. Much, much more incredible than when he fucked her as his holoavatar.
With a groan, he continues to push Monika down, little by little, gradually, they achieve one inch and then another and another. Even with his tip already bulging out Monika stomach, obscenely visible around his shape, Soundwave continues to impale her further. Her womb is being pushed up where it's not meant to be! He has to go slow though, if only to minimize the chance of accidentally causing damages. Despite the excitement, astonishment, love, and lust, he's not going to lose his mind from the pleasure and cause an accident.
He won't stop pushing her deeper onto him until either Monika says so, or when she reaches halfway through his length. However he's stopped, he performs another wellness check. And for coming this far with him? Soundwave dips his head down to give her another "kiss" to the forehead.]
Monika...? [It's surprising they even managed to get past his cockhead. That bulge on her shouldn't be possible, and yet... She's still alive. Still conscious. Is a human body this flexible? It shouldn't be possible, but... Perhaps Monika has a point that it is fate that meant to bring them together. Perhaps that's why the impossible is happening. No other explanation other than him severely underestimating a human's body.
Still, they have to have a bit of respite after that. At least for Soundwave, it's to get used to the tight feeling wrapped around his metal length.
While on this small break, an idea comes to mind. Whether it's good or bad idea,... well, it's up to them to decide.]
Monika, I have... something for you. [He hasn't told her what functions his spike has, has he? Well, maybe some surprise can be fun.] I promise.... It will be highly pleasurable.
[ She spent all of her existence in her game questioning reality. After waking up here, miraculous as it was, that wasn't enough to stop her uncertainty. There's always been the persisting thought that, any moment now, she'd open her eyes and wake up to discover her escape was a dream. Surely, she wasn't so lucky. Surely, she was silly to think she could have so many good things.
She's feeling the same in this moment. This can't be real. This is too crazy. This shouldn't be humanly possible! Will she wake up sometime soon?
He pulses inside of her, and with it, a sob of a moan gets pushed out, louder still when he lets go of his worries and takes them deeper into her strangest reality yet. Everything's okay. She can be with Soundwave in this way, too. They can truly be as one...
Her next cry is louder. Her body's yielding to him, but that doesn't make the process any less uncomfortable. She may be getting used to her human anatomy, but she can feel parts of her shifting into places they shouldn't be. And the pressure. Every subsequent inch he pushes into her fires up the instinct to push herself away to stop it from getting worse. With every inch, however, comes something that keeps her in place. A new burst of sensations she could never feel with his avatar, brought on by metal instead of something flesh-like. The precum trapped inside of her, hot and wet. Every inch adding to his claim. Nothing tops hearing his reactions, though. Affecting him like this in his real body means so much more. He can hide more as his normal self. He's not hiding from her much now.
Monika bites her lip hard, trembling just as hard when she holds up a hand to stop momentarily. He's beyond halfway in by that point. He's in so deep, in fact, she's hardly able to move, fully trapped on him by his cock. Her insides are jostled to the point she's mildly struggling to breathe. A glance downward makes it obvious as to why. He gets a throb around his thick length, then another and another as she reaches down, running her hand over the shape of him jutting out beneath her skin.
Her thighs twitch, and she makes a small attempt to move upward. The tiniest attempt to know how it'd feel as he's pulled out. The taste of that makes her whimper out his name. Yes. Yes. ]
Mm...what?
[ Honestly, she's barely heard him. Besides, what more could she need? Her body keeps safely yielding to him. She won't stop him from showing her what he has, though. The thought of it makes her laugh inwardly. How the hell could she stop him from doing anything? ]
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Monika lifts her head, licking her lips after a thin line of saliva breaks between them. He's so lovely like this, bared and vulnerable, only for her. And to think, she already feels comfortable enough to do the same for him, no outside interference necessary.
...Which means more jokes! ]
Oh? So, I should tell everyone you're a pervert on top of a crybaby! Creeping around, listening to people doing naughty things...how gross~
[ She knows how stupid that sounds, because, well. Obviously. She hopes she'll get a real laugh out of him. It'd be a nice bonus on top of the smile! However, some of his typical grumping will also be satisfactory.
Just like he's learning, she's noticing he's shown an interest in her fingers. As she admires him from above, one hand creeps back to his mouth, tugging at his lower lip with her thumb, soft bait dangling on a hook to lure his hungry tongue out. ]
Are you trying to join us this time? Make this a party of three?
[ God, what a weird thing to say when it's technically just him. It makes her laugh. ]
Go let yourself in. [ She slides off of him with one more fleeting kiss after pulling her hand away. ] I'll get all this stuff out of the way so you can make love to me.
[ Make love. Not fucking. They've done enough of the latter. She wants, and needs, something softer. Still being sore from his earlier pounding has nothing to do with it. Really!
Really. She wants intimacy, not lust. A moment to feel connected in a way that wasn't dictated by the House. To be with the real him, since he's seen a glimpse of the real her. ]
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[It's gross! Horrifying! She joked, but he's actually suffering this! He really had to shut his ears up (sometimes successful, sometimes not), or had to just really concentrate on something just so his ears aren't picking them up. But fortunately, he does have something, or rather someone, he could put his full focus on, tuned out every sound and noises outside of this room. Only Monika's sounds is all he's hearing.]
But thanks to you, I can ignore all those sounds. All I have to focus on is Monika's voice.
[Look at that, beneath all the grump, he does have nice and sweet things to say. And... Oh, her fingers are back. It's a successful bait, because he immediately has his tongue out to lick and lap her at thumb, twirling around it before pushing it past his lips to give her a couple of suckle, staring up at her with half-lidded eyes. She tastes so sweet. Alas, the good thing doesn't last long, but his avatar gives her a surprise look at her tease.]
I wasn't trying to suggest that... Or, you actually want us both active at the same time?
[Make love, huh. Briefly he wonders if that's alright when they're just friends, but... honestly, he would be lying to himself if it isn't something he wants, too, after everything. Just... something soft. Intimate. Be connected in a way that is nothing alike how they connected this morning. He's fine with it, even with his real self he can be gentle. After Monika slides of him, Soundwave chases after her lips for one more fleeting kiss, before he heads over to the door.
The avatar lets himself in. No dangling metal sausage, as his crotch plate is securely closed at the moment. No sign of any dirty glow on him either, because he cleaned himself of course. Can't go out of his room with gunk on him.
He had intended to just sit in the corner and deactivate himself, but.... Damn, why did she have to say making it a party of three. The real him sits on the bed while the avatar settles on one of his thighs]
Are you alright with this? [He asks, with his real voice rather than through the avatar.] I can just sit at the corner instead.
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Her teasing loses some of its edge, or plenty of it, since she's the one now getting flustered. That is to say, she can't tease anymore at all. Please don't use this knowledge for evil purposes. ]
I mean. Um. I figured it's what you were, er. Going for.
[ What else was she meant to think?! He sent her a video of him yanking his metal sausage! It's only fair for her to want to see it! This is all his fault for constantly teasing her with the idea of it!
By the time he returns, doubly so, she's done as promised and moved the towels elsewhere, as well as his gift haul, leaving only her naked self on the bed. Her legs are crossed, trying to hide her obvious arousal. Not so easy to hide? The way her eyes refuse to stop looking for where his giant metal sausage is. Does she have to wind him up and make it pop out like a jack-in-the-box?! ]
Mm? [ Oh, yes. Talking! She can remember how to do that, probably. ] Oh. Well, I mean...
[ Her gaze flickers back and forth between his avatar's face and his, hidden behind another mask. She fidgets with the sheets, thighs clenching harder. ]
I keep telling you. I always want to see the real you. Always. And...if I can be with you that way, too...
[ Her eyes focus on the face above, then she crawls across the bed, taking hold of his metal arm, resting her cheek against the smooth, warm surface. ]
Do whatever makes you comfortable, Soundwave. As long as it's with me.
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In any case, he's not sure what got Monika so flustered all of a sudden, head tilting to the side in confusion.
Don't think he doesn't notice her eyes looking down at his crotch. It makes his face flush a little, and somehow also sends a good tingle down to his crotch. Ah, is this... What he wanted as well? Despite all his worries and fears doing this with Monika. He wanted this, too? After a moment of deliberation, he decides to just... go for it. He's... curious. It felt extremely good whenever they do this with the avatar, so how much greater would it feel when it is his real body instead?
With a surrendering groan, he splays his metal legs before her while the avatar slides off his thigh and moves to occupies Monika's side instead, pressing his shoulder on her and resting his head on her. There we go. Monika sandwiched nicely between two different Soundwaves. One warm metal and one warm skin. The mask stays on during sex, though!]
I... Want to be with you that way, too.
[With that, he starts to unlock his panel locks. While Monika touching him could coax his metal sausage out, it's not necessary. A sigh releasing his tension also release the panel locks under his crotch, a couple of resounding *clicks* originating from under his crotch plate. The metal plating made up his crotch plate unlatches, slides and tucks to his side, revealing the smooth white surface area and what appears to be a closed cover. Monika only gets the briefest glance at the closed equipment cover before Soundwave's cord immediately pressurizing inside and the valve cover sliding away, leaking glowing pre out of it.
After that, a clearly phallic object pushes out- one Monika should recognized from that video -pushes out of the hole, plumped with arousal, red biolights shining through a new thick sheen of lubricant- he's self-lubricant, apparently! His blue and white cock looking alive for Monika to see.
What is a little different, and may be unexpected, is that his metal dong appears to be... soft? Despite being metal, it droops and appears half-erected, but even so still bigger than his avatar's.
Soundwave, though? He blushes blue where his cheeks would be on his faceplate, but keeps his visor on Monika.]
Is... This what you wanted? My... spike. [Spike. Cybertronian's slang for cock.]
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No matter. She watches him closely--both of him--seeking signs of how he feels via his avatar, since she can't glean much from his actual face. Time crawls to a stop while she waits, hoping and praying, wondering if she's crazy for wanting this...
His avatar jolts time back into movement. Monika gasps quietly, then shivers against him on both sides. Contentment rushes through her, as well as a sense of peace she didn't expect. This was already getting intimate on another level. She's so safe. So warm.
It's happening. ]
Ahaha. I never knew I could feel so lucky.
[ Though she's wrapped her arm around his avatar, gently rubbing at his skin, her eyes are quickly and intensely focused on one thing. Under all the building anticipation is fascination at what she gets to witness. It's, well, alien. But the more she sees, the more some things are making sense. Now it's incredibly obvious where he kept his privates tucked away. So maybe he does wear clothes!
There's another gasp, then another, each stage of the reveal shocking her a little more. And there it is, the member of the hour. Her eyes remain wide, just as she remains frozen. That. Is a lot. Maybe there were some regrets forming?
If they are, they're not stopping her. She lightly kisses his avatar's hair, then she shifts over to seat herself on his mech's thigh. Again, she's openly staring with widened eyes, even hesitantly reaching out like she may go for a direct touch, but she eventually draws her hand back. ]
Your spike? [ She giggles, then kisses his metal, just so he doesn't feel left out. ] I thought you preferred "privates"~?
[ Her fingers get brave enough to at least brush along his inner thigh as she goes back to her staring. It'd be dumb to think he wasn't going to be significantly larger than what she'd dealt with already. And she thought she couldn't get any sorer!
Still, she wants him. ]
Of course I wanted you. And your spike. [ She glances up. ] Can I...touch you?
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Maybe one day, he'll be comfortable enough to remove his faceplate to her. Only Monika. Or, Monika is able to learn all of his subtleties and the small change in intonations to be able to read him before that.]
Shut up.
[Typical response from Soundwave. Don't call him out on that! That said, he eases up a little on him grumpiness when Monika gave him a kiss. Good, because he isn't feeling much from the avatar anymore.
It's a mere brush of fingers, but his thigh visibly twitches- both him and the avatar's - before Soundwave forces himself to relax. Right, his real body is still extra sensitive, because... he's actually yet to be touched, in his real body. It hits him now that he truly can satiate his wants and needs. Now his body can truly remember everything there is about intimate touches.
One thing Monika will learn about him? His erogenous zone isn't too different than a human's. Maybe it's because his form is humanoid, but it wouldn't take much for her to learn about his weak spots. And given that he hasn't actually had a touch till now, every erogenous zone is a weak spot.
Monika staring intently at his spike for a while has it throbbing and even rising a little erect. Truly embarrassing to be stared at like that. Almost makes him want to hide it back inside him and close the cover, but he swallows that embarrassment down and instead reaches his thumb to brush against her cheek. Monika looks so small now.]
You can.
[Please. He yearns for it. It's funny, how she had been touching him all this time they've been together via the avatar, but now? Now he can actually satiate this touch-starved need that's been bubbling inside his real body.]
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Ahaha, see? Forever a grump.
[ As always, teasing remains included in friendship. No negotiations!
She does hope she'll forgive him for how little attention she's beginning to pay to his avatar, despite joking about it being a party of three. He's drawing all her focus, the version of himself she's the happiest to see. It means being back to wondering what's hiding beneath his mask, but that's fine. She has a good imagination. And, as she's been learning, he has other ways of showing who he is to her. Time to show some gratitude for his generosity.
After enjoying a quiet moment of leaning into his touch, Monika slides off his thigh and between his legs proper, moving in until his spike, as he called it, looms inches away. She swallows hard as she takes in the sight of it, fills in some of the details that she couldn't see in the salacious video he'd sent. She can't decide what fascinates her the most. Well...beyond the obvious. She was no giantess, and he didn't appear to be fully hard.
...Add that to the other weird things she's had to think in the span of a few minutes: marveling at something that's made of metal being soft.
Right? It's soft? Or was that part of him different? Only one way to find out. She reaches out, fingers dragging along his inner thigh, since she'd noticed how he twitched before. He must be sensitive. Had she been driving him crazy all the times she'd been pressed against his metal before? The side of her that loves driving him batty kind of hopes so.
Her hand inches closer, closer, drawing meandering circles...then finally, she sneaks a small touch, pressing up along the underside of his spike, base to tip. Her hand retreats as she blinks in surprise. Definitely not soft. Her breath catches, and she stares at the swirl of fluids left on her fingers.
As she looks up at his visor, her hand rises to her mouth, and her tongue darts out for a taste. How could she not? ]
Tell me what feels good.
[ It's almost a soft command. She reaches out, eyes staying fixed on the optics hidden away, and her small hand takes hold of his spike, though she's unable to get her fingers fully around it. Not that it stops her. She watches as she gently and experimentally strokes, wanting to make such a good friend feel so good. ]
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[The grumpy tsun is never going away no matter what. But there's a small hint of endearment in his words than irritation, or at least the lack of irritation in his voice is a hint.
It's obvious how small she is when next to him. He's seen how much smaller humans are when he was at his original size. But it still surprises him, just how small she looks between his legs. Half of her face is even obscured by the half-erected shaft. He wonders if she could even fit him inside her mouth? That's not even considering the entire length, but just the tip alone may be difficult to swallow, he'd imagined.
Still, he trusts Monika. He won't force her to do anything or take more than she willingly could, and he hopes she knows her own limit Difficult to not worry because he's seen how impulsive she is, but he won't let said worry leak out of him to ruin the mood.
As expected, his thigh twitches once more at the touch and causes his vents to hitch. The finger drag up his length feels nice; it makes his spike throbs and a bead of glowing purple pre leaks out the tip. Soundwave shudders at the sight of her tasting his own lube. And he couldn't help his hand to gently press up her head and pats her.
Honestly, if she's completely ignoring the avatar, that's fine too. It'll still be on her, pressing up behind her, helping itself with gentle fondles to her breasts. Just so she isn't too distracted from her focus on stroking his spike.
Besides, he prefer if she focuses on his real self instead. If she's serious about the party of three, the avatar can join later.
There's a slight give when Monika presses her hand on his warm sensitive spike, Soundwave clamping down to not let out an embarrassing sound just from a mere touch.]
Ng- ngggh. [His body trembles from the stroking, head turning to the side. Spike throbs, gradually rises, and getting bigger. Harder. Along with trying to quiet his moan, there's a sort of popping noise escaping his vocalizer. He's clearly feeling good, but--] The head.
[He answers, turning his head back down to her.]
Rub the head.
[That is where he is more sensitive. If she wants to make him squirmy, he readily gives her at least one way to do it.]
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He shouldn't trust her. No matter how much she's softened up since their stint in the elevator, she's always going to be an impulsive little thing that does what feels good in the moment, especially if it can drive someone crazy. She can tell she's going to get him to that point with little effort. Barely a touch, and he's got the bed quaking. And those sounds! Is he short circuiting up there in the clouds?
She smirks as she nuzzles back against his avatar, kissing the soft skin of his cheek since she can't reach his faceplate. ]
The head, hmm?
[ Her hand begins moving up, but she doesn't go directly there. She has other parts of him to feel! He's getting so much bigger, after all, and it's going to take some time to familiarize herself with him a second time. Shouldn't her fingers massage the base? Run along the sides? Squeeze and press all over the length? Anatomy lessons take time, and she prides herself on being a good student!
All right, fine. The head. Her head tilts as her fingers near it, as if she's so, so curious, wondering what might happen if she touches it. Which she does, but only with one finger, soft and slow. ]
I wonder. [ Uh-oh. Here comes the impulsive side. She's sitting up on her knees, leaning in... ] Does this taste like your blood?
[ Before he can try to stop her, she dives in, dragging her tongue up the head of his spike, pressing it flat against him until the glow of his pre stains her mouth. He then gets another open-mouthed smirk as her tongue hangs out, the wink that follows a cheeky cherry on top. See? Teasing is nonnegotiable! ]
Mmm~
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Still.... What. A. Tease. Not giving him what he wanted immediately. At least she actually goes for it.
Soundwave shudders visibly when her finger touches his head, teasing him with slow swirls. It's not much- it shouldn't be much -but it is for him. Again, it has been so long he had anyone touched his sensitive shaft. Hell, he can't even remember the last time he touched himself.
So when Monika finally gets to his head? It's like electric just zapped the tip, and the electrifying vibes from his crotch spread out throughout his body. Shoulders tensing, his head hangs low and his vents hiss out a high pitched sound, blowing warm air, shooting the glow pre onto her stained tongue. His reaction translates to his holoavatar, though his hands don't stop fondling her chest, head hangs low with his tongue hanging out, drooling a little onto her shoulder bangs conveniently hiding the pleasured look in his eyes.
As for the taste? It's sweet-- sweeter than his blood. Maybe because it's leaking out of his real body rather than the avatar's? Something that was fake? It still has that metallic aftertaste and it's oily.
His optics shutters open to see that mischievous cute face of hers, her tongue pressed against his spike.]
So... [Doe she want another pet on the head? Because she's getting another, before his metal hand moves down and stops on the side of her head, fingers curling until they touch the back of her ears, or at least the shell of her ears.] How does it taste, Monika?
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Mm?
[ Sorry. Mouth's full again. While it's overwhelming to have such a large hand cradling her head, she's taking all the petting to mean she should keep sampling him. There's no way the head of his spike is going to fit in her mouth, but that doesn't seem to be stopping her from jamming her mouth onto him somehow. Her lips close over one part, then move to another, up, under, above...then she focuses a good deal at the tip, dipping her tongue in to gather up more of the sweet, oily taste of him.
Delicious. Delicious is the answer he's looking for, even if this feels so forbidden. He must think the same about the pleasure of it all, if his avatar is anything to go by. She can't see much over her shoulder, not with her attention so deeply set on the mech side of him. It's easy enough to sense, though--the trickle of saliva, the way his head hangs. Again, all her doing.
Monika gently slides the avatar's hands back to free her breasts after an appreciative pat to his hair. She's getting another awful idea. ]
Tell me. How does this feel? Familiar, maybe?
[ As she goes in for another taste, her chest pushes up against his lower shaft just so, thanks to her hands squeezing her breasts upward to cushion him. Not too hard. Just enough. Wouldn't want to overwhelm him. Ah, if only all that lube of his wasn't making it awfully easy to glide the soft mounds along his length. ]
It might be fun to see if you could fit between them this time. [ Her head dips for a fresh taste of him, a glowing trail running down her chin as she looks up. ] What do you think?
[ She's being a tease, but she's thoughtful about it this time. She's changed so much already. ]
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His body can't stop shuddering and his cock throbbing. It's a miracle he didn't immediately cum right then and there. But it's a struggle. She's yet to try and swallow the head, but he's struggling and can already feel his cum swelling inside his spike. The red biolight even grows brighter. A sign to come?
Soundwave moves his metal hand away from Monika to instead clench his fist on the edge of the mattress. Honestly, he doesn't need a verbal answer anymore. Just watching Monika taking care of his tip and keep lapping his pre is enough to tell him that she loves it.
It's not overwhelming, but damn, it's too good, too distracting for him to think of anything else but how incredible Monika's breasts feel. Heck, everything about her and her body feels incredible than anyone else here could ever provide. That may still hold true in the future, but he may or may not be biased here because she's his first partner (technically no but it's been so long while she might as well be considered his first partner) and a daring partner at that, too. Thanks to the distraction, it means he can't issue a new instruction to the holoavatar, which means the avatar is just fondling her stomach.
More importantly, though--
She asks him what he thinks..... That's definitely an improvement! A tease, but it brings... Good feeling insides that Monika cares for his wants and thoughts, too, than simply focusing on her own. Just... Give him a second to come down from the feeling of her sliding her chest up on his prick, spurting pre onto her face before she could dip down.]
It is... very familiar. Incredible.
[Ah, he doesn't even need to look down to know what softness is pressing against his sensitive spike. He's grown all to familiar with them in just a day.]
You are .... Doing incredible, Monika. [Praises. After all the head pats, she'll receive verbal praises, too.] I highly doubt I could fit between them. But... Yes, I do think that is fun. I want... More.
[A pause, then he looks down to Monika.]
I missed your breasts pressing between my... Privates.
[Ah, there we go. Back to privates! But... He's being more honest to her, and that's an improvement on his part.]
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...But maybe also mildly concerned. He's, well. He's big. Every passing moment is driving that fact in, making it harder to ignore. The spray of precum is enough to have her wondering if she's going to come (haha) out of this glowing brightly enough to light up the whole room. And that sudden increase in the glow of his...sexy LED indicator? Yeah, sexy LED indicator. That has to mean something. What if he breaks the bed? Breaks...her? She should probably slow down, right...?
Haha. Nah.
Since his avatar's seemingly getting distracted, she does some more maneuvering, directing that fondling down between her legs, seeking her own relief from how damn turned on she is. She sighs in increased satisfaction, then grants him a smile, more mischievousness playing at her lips. ]
Awww! I can't have you missing something already, Private Soundwave! [ Feel free to flick her for that nonsense. ] So, I think there's a good human saying that's fitting for this...
[ She's shifting. Pushing in closer. Grinning through the glow surrounding her mouth, doing her damnedest to get him squished between those breasts of hers. She hardly makes it halfway around his spike, but plenty can be said about determination. He's going to get what he deserves, as best as she can manage it. ]
You~ Only~ Live~ Once~
[ Unless, like her, you get a second chance at life, which means she had to make the best of that gift. She had to show appreciation for the mech that was making that life better already. For the mech that's daring to open up to her.
As her breasts squeeze and press under him, sliding up and down along part of his length, she makes another attempt to close her mouth over the head of his spike. She almost manages it this time. Almost. She hopes it'll be enough to show her gratitude. ]
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[More praises thrown her way.
His optics see where his avatar's hands currently at. Ah, the avatar needs new set of instructions. And so, he instructs it to proper way of pleasuring her folds. Fingers stroking between the folds? Thumb pressing lightly against her clit? It might be a little wonky since it's a bit difficult to concentrate and, well... unsurprisingly lack of inexperience with humans, but he's trying his best. That must feel much better than the avatar grasping at her pussy.
And yes, she indeed gets a... not a flick but a poke instead to the forehead for that nonsense. Then, that same hand moves down to brush the glow leaking out of her lips with his thumb, smearing his glowy pre on her.]
I was third-in-command and a leader.
[She doesn't get to call him Private! Not that his ranks matter, really. Not here anyway. Honestly, that's going into history that may or may not ruin the pleasant mood, so he's just going to focus back on the pleasure his spike is receiving.
And.... Oh, how grand her breasts feel, sliding up and down. More precum spurts on her face, chin, and breasts. And as if it's not already obvious Monika's breasts are his favorite? His spike quickly grows to his full length, all one foot long metal cock that Monika may have to rise up to have her mouth stay on his tip. His spike throbbing as the "sexy LED indicator", as Monika dubbed it internally, intensifies in its glow. He's squirmy, more than ever; fingers clench hard on the mattress, metal legs twitch, and his boots shift left and right. Signs that he's getting very close.]
Getting... Difficult to hold on.
[He could release right now... has the choice to do it, but he's waiting for a certain someone's word. After all, there's only one person in this room who holds power over him in this moment.]
Monika? [She gets a little begging, as a treat.
He sees her show of gratitude, and Monika doesn't have to do much to gain his appreciation during this. The fact she's so willing to do this daunting, if not risky, task is enough to make him appreciative of having such a precious friend in this place. One he could not be afraid to show and receive intimacy.]
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Like him, it's getting so difficult to focus on his avatar, no matter the new instructions. All her pleasure is coming from the mech looming above. ]
I'd expect nothing less of of you. [ And all right, a little sass: ] Private~
[ It's not like she knows a damn thing about rankings. Even if she did, they'd be moving on from her teasing quickly. A new shock hits when, oh God, he's proving to be one hell of a grower. As if she didn't have enough to gawk at! Her mouth falls open as she stares down at the monster against her chest, a third of her shock from mild fear, a third from awe, and the rest wild, impulsive excitement.
This is her. All her. Just her...
Satisfaction settles deep into her expression, and she takes a moment to tilt her head back in pleasure. This time, when she reaches back to address the attention from his avatar, it's to push it away, probably more roughly than necessary. She hopes he'll forgive her for the rudeness. There can be no more distractions, not even her own pleasure. Just Soundwave's.
With the avatar out of the way, she can do what's necessary to keep giving him the pleasure he deserves. She pushes herself up, slightly unsteady until she braces herself against him. He gets a few soft kisses to the metal of his abdomen, then her head dips to lavish the head of his spike with long, decadent drags of her tongue. While she's willing to do some insane things--obviously--she's not going to keep attempting to push him into her mouth for now. One of the things she remembers most from that video? Just how big that puddle he made was. She isn't looking to #yolo her way to getting 360 no scoped by a cumshot!
With all the effort necessary to keep working him with her mouth, it's harder to continue stroking him with her breasts. She's determined, though. Her hands hold on tighter, and she runs her entire upper body against his length, along with his favorite body part of hers. For that special treat, for begging her for release, putting her heart into this was worth the struggle. She'd hold on until he no longer could. She won't stop until he's spilling for her.
Her eyes focus on his visor, something like affection in the emerald hues, the pants from her effort breezing across his warm metal. She reaches up, dragging glowing streaks across his chest, right where his heart would be. And quietly, she commands: ]
Do it.
[ She's ready. ]
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Surprise mixes in with his struggling expression behind the mask and visor, but he soon settles with appreciation and his own satisfaction. That... Chips off oke of his number of worries regarding this.
There's no feelings, or attachment whatsoever involved in Monika roughly shoving the holoavatar away. He's not even in . Plus, if that's how Monika felt with the holoavatar currently, he'll dismiss it. So, it'll just be the two of them. Just two real people feeling up each other body and warmth.
He can just focus on his own pleasure, her body pressing and sliding against his throbbing, sensitive spike, seconds away from bursting. His abdomen move slightly up to encourage more of her kisses there, bringing it shivers and trembles up and down his exospine. Her tongue on his sensitive head is like lightning striking at it, making him squirmier.
With everything Monika is lavishing him, it's a struggle to hold in it, but he shall do so until she hear her words. His red visor meets with her emerald.
"Do it."
With that, his entire length throbbing from root to tip finds release. Strong, heavy burst of that hit glowing cum splashes onto her chin and her face and his cum shoots high enough to rain down atop her hair, as his lower body trembles. She'll have to wait for a while until he finally finishes unloading onto her. Thick, gooey glowing cum paints her face, neck, collarbone, and the top part of her chest.
After close to a minute, he's finally done. His vents hiss hot air. His body momentarily feel like jelly after his hard-- no, hardest orgasm than what he had masturbating.]
M-Monika...
[He moans her name out, along with that static, popping noises. His optics stops blurring, as he meets with Monika once more, showered in his cum, staring down at her with lustful gaze behind the visor...
... His cock is still steel hard. ]
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She knew she was in for quite the experience, but she quickly learns she should've expected more than she did. Just as she's planting another kiss on his trembling metal to give her mouth a short break, the eruption--because it's a goddamn eruption--begins. Her gasp and squeak are forcefully interrupted by a seemingly never-ending onslaught of what he's been holding back. And it won't stop coming.
Once again, she's having a moment of completely forgetting her pleasure. That, and being glad that she didn't make the effort to fully do her hair, because boy howdy, would that have been pointless. As he's coming down (somewhat), she comes down, too, dropping ass first onto the bed, into even more of his release that had blown past her.
She breathes out. Lifts her arms and stares at them. Oh, yeah. She could light up a room. Literally. And that feels...
Divine.
Hearing her name drags her out of shock and back to him. She licks her lips, glancing up as hot release runs down her body, pools around her. Her eyes close. She breathes out again. Could she be any madder? Has she ever felt so alive? ]
Ahaha. With all those weird noises you're making? You're going to have me worried~
[ Her eyes reopen to stare up at his visor. If she imagines hard enough, she can see him staring back. Wanting her. Needing her.
She holds a hand out to him, giving a lazy smile that barely cuts through the glow. ]
Help me get onto you.
[ She nods at that steel-hard cock, laughing quietly. She's beginning to fully realize that refractory periods are a foreign concept to him. ]
I'm not done, either.
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[The static and pop, that is. They'll go away as he continues to speak, if he's able to without stuttering and pausing for a breather. Swallowing air into his vents, Soundwave brings a hand up to Monika's face and brush off a chunk of his gunk to able to see her smile better. Then, his hand moves down to her chest, smearing it on her nipple, not-so-subtly flicking her nub with his metal thumb, before smearing more of his cum under her breast.
His hand's larger than her breast- heck, he can grope both her breasts with just one hand- but he tries to knead and grope them like he did with the avatar before. Both at the same time. Slightly less rough though, as he has to treat Monika like a delicate little thing to avoid accidentally hurting her.
His visor stays on her eyes.]
You look... much more beautiful covered in my.......
[Ah, he can't even complete it. He can't do it. Monika's better at dirty talk than he is. He clears his throat. Right, he's clearly not done. Monika's not done. They can continue. Still some worry starts to well up in him again.]
.... If you need a break, tell me. Understand?
[He places his hands on Monika's waist, slides up to feel her curvaceous body, then a small detour to her boobs once more, pinching and tweaking her nipples. Once satisfied, he holds Monika up under her armpits and lifts her up with ease, until he's at eye level with his. Just so they can stare into each other for a bit without him having to look down this whole time.
He's intended to let Monika sit on him with his spike between her legs. But he pauses when he gets to hold her up above his spike. His spike looks way too big for a girl of her body. It should be obvious, really, but... seeing the length, the girth, and then the small body hovering body it.
Yet he can't help press his tip against her pussy, teasing. Just... Wanting to how her privates feel against his privates.]
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Well, if he says it's fine, she'll have to trust him. After putting aside just how drenched she is in him, the new attention feels good. She sighs softly at each touch, leaning into every press of warm metal, her twitching increasing as he ventures lower. Having her breasts being stimulated by hands so large is...who knows how to describe it, other than the same way she has everything else. It's good, so so good.
The delicate little thing in his grasp is shaking like a leaf by the time he speaks again, something that only worsens when he gives her that mildly twisted compliment. The word "beautiful" really does things to her. ]
Your...claim?
[ While she could've used a dirtier word, she wanted something a little softer to help with his discomfort. But more than soft, it was mildly twisted. Slightly possessive. Exactly her brand of dirty, because she feels claimed more than ever.
She whimpers when he touches her more, then finds herself panting once her eyes meet his. The small burst of fear at being picked up fades quickly, and she reaches out, holding her hand against his faceplate. Soft. Appreciative. ]
I'm fine, Soundwave. I promise.
[ Rather quickly, he has her wondering how true that'll be. Again, her expectations get flipped wildly. She figured she'd ride against him to get her release, just as her body had done for him. But...
Her hands slam down onto his arms and clutch as best they can, mostly slipping around from how wet they are. Her eyes close tightly, thighs squeezing together as the tip of his spike teases at her. It's nothing like she expected. She has to stop expecting things.
One eye opens. She's panting harder. And before she can even think about it, a new kind of twitching is starting up. She's grinding against his tip in small, uneven movements, testing how he feels against her. ]
Just, ah. Just f-fine.
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Yes, claim is a good word to use. He can't say he likes the idea of him claiming anybody, especially his friends, but this bit of possessiveness Monika triggered in him makes him feel its right to claim Monika. It makes him want to bathed her in his glow, outside and inside. Marked her with his "claim". Keep her safely in his arms and to never let go.
His spike throbs between her soft thighs. Should they... Should they really go through with this, he wonder. He's.... he's fine with just keeping it to touching each other, but the desire is there, welling inside him. The longer he keeps prodding her pussy with his tip, the stronger desire to plug his spike inside her becomes. Maybe not entirely, that might be... impossible? But as much as it can be.
As Monika grinds against his tip, the desire in him grows ever stronger and it churns in his guts to the point that it makes him a little sick. His optics then lower to her crotch. Ah... His head is so much larger than her entrance, his spike is thicker than her own arm that he has to wonder if it's at all possible for the two to have sex, in his real body, even when they both desire it. It'll take work to push inside of her no doubt, but he'll now spread her wider than he had did earlier.
Honestly, he too questions if she'll continue to be fine. Or, if he'll be fine, too.]
Monika- [He meets her eyes once again. One of his hands releases her, the other still holding her up just in case she needs help to stand on his thighs. That hand moves to grasp at Monika's small hand, trying to interlocked with her fingers but ends up just simply clutching her hand, soft and gentle.] Do you... Do you want it? For us to be one once again? Or-
[Hesitant-]
Perhaps we... continue touching each other. Might be for the best?
[It's clear that he wants it. His tip is still prodding her like a needy large thing. No, he wants to do both... everything with Monika, but mostly he wants to be one with her. But his concerns once again rear their heads that has him struggle to reach his own decision. He wonders if he's being such a terrible sex partner to Monika that he keeps second guessing himself and pausing. He's doing such a disservice to someone who readily wants him to have a good time with her.]
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She wanted to make love. He wants the same. Doesn't he?
Her eyes flicker down to his spike, easier to see than his avatar's had ever been, because...God. Now that she's directly above it, drenching him with her own wetness, its size only seems to have grown. More of the wild excitement returns at the thought of being with him. Maybe with enough determination and a bit of stupidity--?
His voice makes her head jerk back up. Holding her hand worsens her impulsiveness. Even with their size difference at this much of an extreme, he wants to connect in the softest, smallest of ways. Despite the failed attempt to interlock their fingers, she brushes her fingertips against the metal enveloping her hand. ]
How many times do I have to tell you, Sparky? [ He gets his dumber nickname because he's being dumb! ] I always want to be with the real you.
[ She shifts forward, sliding off of his spike for the time being. She wants to be pressed against him. He needs that hug she promised him before, anyway, even if it's with only one arm. She knows she's smearing him with his claim, but to hear any hint of that hum inside of him again, the sounds of life... ]
Fate got us this far. It's meant to be. [ Her cheek nuzzles his abdomen, her delusions feeding her untamed desires. ] It'd be wrong not to do what we want.
[ He gets a light kiss, then she glances up while she gives him another. It's a substitute for the kiss she can't give him above. I'd do it, her darkening eyes say. ]
You're worth it.
[ I'd die for you. ]
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Surprise flits behind the faceplate when she's on his chest and hugs him. It leaves him a little dumbfounded, not even caring his claim are smeared on his abdomen, but Monika's words... Fate got us here? Meant to be? Monika is saying such sweet words to him that they begin to sweep away the worries and concern.]
Monika...
[He supposes he wanted to hear her say that once again. It helps to squashed down that concern. It... may remain in him, but for Monika, he'll try to ignore it. Quiet it down, so that they won't disturbed anymore. They both want this. They both want the same thing. He can't deny himself of this any longer.
But before that, he pulls Monika back in for a hug and lets her hand go so she can complete the hug proper. Both arms now hold Monika close. Just for a little longer, he wants to feel her warmth against him, her head on his chest, listening to that hum inside. Once satisfied, he gently peels Monika off and his metal finger lightly scratches under her chin, before he lifts her face up to meet with his, thumb running along her lower lips. He's said this twice now, but- She's so beautiful. Maybe they were meant to be? Unable to stop himself, he lowers down to press his faceplate on her forehead, kissing her, smearing the glow on his faceplate.]
Let's... [Fuck? Sex? No, what did she call it again?] Make love, my Monika.
[Hope she doesn't mind that use of my Monika. The little bit of possessive from him.
He lifts Monika up under the armpits once more and positions her above his tip. Her wet entrance kisses the tip of his length and his hands on her soft sweaty thighs.... Excitement bubbling in him, he's about to make love with his most precious friend... lover? but he begs himself to be patient. While they both want this, it's best to take it slow, right?
Soundwave glances up at Monika and gives her single nod, before allowing himself to push his spike up, coaxing her to descent as well by lightly pushing his hands on her, letting his head of his spike to spread her pussy wide-- wider than with the avatar. He continues to push his cock up and up, head gradually and slowly being swallowed inside her pussy, until he feels some sort of... Barrier stopping him? Earlier.... He feels this once before, knocking on it over and over with his avatar's smaller cock.
Vents sighing, Soundwave abandons her thighs and envelops both her hands in his. His optics rests on Monika's face to pay close attention to her expressions, running a wellness check to see if she's hurting or in any discomfort.
At this point, he feels it's best for him to stop. From this onwards, it's up to her if she wants to descent further down his length. He'll help, of course, if she needs it.]
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Her head tilts when he says her name. ]
Mm?
[ Before she can say anything else, she's found herself pressed closer to him. Of everything he's done so far, it's almost the most overwhelming thing of them all. It's a stark reminder of how small she is, her own constant worry she can't let go of. Her jokes probably did nothing to cover up her true feelings and fears. He absolutely could hurt her. She's the tiny insect he could crush, even at this size.
She sighs, content, closing her eyes while she gives him the proper hug he deserves, as much as her small arms can grant him. He wouldn't hurt her. There's nothing to fear. Her smile's widening after he pulls her back, lashes fluttering at the metal sliding against her skin and lips. That alone would've been enough to have her drifting in the clouds, happier than ever. But then he kisses her.
Well, "kisses," but it's as intense as any touch of another's lips would be. Her mouth falls open slightly, her burning blush coming through, despite the glow all over her face. In this moment when she's such a mess, covered in fluids nearly head to toe, hair stuck together in clumps, getting increasingly tangled...he's made her feel more beautiful than she ever has. ]
Yes. Make love to me.
[ She's beyond caring about right and wrong, the should she's or shouldn't she's. His possessiveness does just as much as calling her beautiful had. She's moaning even before she's lowered onto him, her head falling back as he begins to plug in. ]
My Soundwave.
[ Her noises quickly increase, because no matter how ready she thought she was, this was more than her body was meant to handle. To think she thought he'd made her sore before! The first push was enough to have her cry out, face twisting up and caught somewhere between pain and pleasure. But...her body's accepting him somehow. Taking his shape, bit by aching bit. She won't question it. She doesn't question fate. ]
M-More.
[ He shouldn't be able to go further. Nowhere in her right mind should she allow him to. More sweat's beading up, running down the scant few areas of bare skin she has left. The immense pressure can be overcome. It can be better. Half-lidded eyes rise up to meet his visor, her lips trembling as she shakes from the effort to keep pushing past what her body tells her not to.
Monika yanks on her hands in his grasp, intent to put his back on her thighs. He's not done. Not until she says he is. With her, there's never any quitting allowed. ]
Keep. Going.
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He's about to ask if she's sure, but that's a dumb question. Of course she's sure. She wants it. Of course it's not a good idea. But she wants it. And so does he.
His metal pulsates inside her.
With a slightly squeeze to her small hand, he ignores the worries and releases her hands. His own hands return to where they rightfully belong- back to her thigh, pushing her down and impaling her even further. It should be impossible. Even if he knows nothing about humans, something this large shouldn't be penetrating something so small. He shouldn't be pushing the entrance inside her. A mere human wouldn't be able to accept any more, and yet...
His vents sigh loudly as finally the tip of his large steel spike pop inside Monika's small pussy, head pressing tightly against her womb. He can feel how Monika's body squeezes, wrap so hot around his head, and Soundwave's whole body shakes, spurting pre inside her too. Her inner flesh walls squeezing tightly around it feels so incredible that a moan threatens to escape his vocalizer. Impossible to force it back down, but.... He doesn't mind. He wants to be open to Monika, and that also means letting those embarrassing and undignified noises to come out. He won't try to stifle them, even if first instinct might forced him to at first.
She feels good. So good. It's incredible. Much, much more incredible than when he fucked her as his holoavatar.
With a groan, he continues to push Monika down, little by little, gradually, they achieve one inch and then another and another. Even with his tip already bulging out Monika stomach, obscenely visible around his shape, Soundwave continues to impale her further. Her womb is being pushed up where it's not meant to be! He has to go slow though, if only to minimize the chance of accidentally causing damages. Despite the excitement, astonishment, love, and lust, he's not going to lose his mind from the pleasure and cause an accident.
He won't stop pushing her deeper onto him until either Monika says so, or when she reaches halfway through his length. However he's stopped, he performs another wellness check. And for coming this far with him? Soundwave dips his head down to give her another "kiss" to the forehead.]
Monika...? [It's surprising they even managed to get past his cockhead. That bulge on her shouldn't be possible, and yet... She's still alive. Still conscious. Is a human body this flexible? It shouldn't be possible, but... Perhaps Monika has a point that it is fate that meant to bring them together. Perhaps that's why the impossible is happening. No other explanation other than him severely underestimating a human's body.
Still, they have to have a bit of respite after that. At least for Soundwave, it's to get used to the tight feeling wrapped around his metal length.
While on this small break, an idea comes to mind. Whether it's good or bad idea,... well, it's up to them to decide.]
Monika, I have... something for you. [He hasn't told her what functions his spike has, has he? Well, maybe some surprise can be fun.] I promise.... It will be highly pleasurable.
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She's feeling the same in this moment. This can't be real. This is too crazy. This shouldn't be humanly possible! Will she wake up sometime soon?
He pulses inside of her, and with it, a sob of a moan gets pushed out, louder still when he lets go of his worries and takes them deeper into her strangest reality yet. Everything's okay. She can be with Soundwave in this way, too. They can truly be as one...
Her next cry is louder. Her body's yielding to him, but that doesn't make the process any less uncomfortable. She may be getting used to her human anatomy, but she can feel parts of her shifting into places they shouldn't be. And the pressure. Every subsequent inch he pushes into her fires up the instinct to push herself away to stop it from getting worse. With every inch, however, comes something that keeps her in place. A new burst of sensations she could never feel with his avatar, brought on by metal instead of something flesh-like. The precum trapped inside of her, hot and wet. Every inch adding to his claim. Nothing tops hearing his reactions, though. Affecting him like this in his real body means so much more. He can hide more as his normal self. He's not hiding from her much now.
Monika bites her lip hard, trembling just as hard when she holds up a hand to stop momentarily. He's beyond halfway in by that point. He's in so deep, in fact, she's hardly able to move, fully trapped on him by his cock. Her insides are jostled to the point she's mildly struggling to breathe. A glance downward makes it obvious as to why. He gets a throb around his thick length, then another and another as she reaches down, running her hand over the shape of him jutting out beneath her skin.
Her thighs twitch, and she makes a small attempt to move upward. The tiniest attempt to know how it'd feel as he's pulled out. The taste of that makes her whimper out his name. Yes. Yes. ]
Mm...what?
[ Honestly, she's barely heard him. Besides, what more could she need? Her body keeps safely yielding to him. She won't stop him from showing her what he has, though. The thought of it makes her laugh inwardly. How the hell could she stop him from doing anything? ]
Ah. Ahaha. What could top this...?
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