▶ 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. 💕
[ 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? ]
[Her cry is getting louder and louder, yet he doesn't feel any stinging or ringing pain his his audial receptors unlike before with her. No, instead it is... Soothing? What comes out of her lips sounds like a nice melody. A melody soothes his doubt and worries. Her cries are like music to him, especially when it's his name. He wants to hear more.
His body tenses and his vents let out a huff with every throb around his length, which in turn makes his spike pulses in her again. His optics fall to her hand smoothing over the bulge in her stomach, then his own hand also joins hers, placing it atop her hand before it slides off to feel... Himself inside her, rolling and lightly pressing his metal hand on her pressed womb. Even now, it's still unbelievable to see her skin stretched out like that, and it's all because of his spike- because of him. It's... just simply unreal. Obscene, too. Yet so incredibly lovely.
Finally seeing this makes him realize how silly of him to worry and keep his desires deep inside him and not have it known to Monika that he wanted to have sex with her all this time- as he is. Well, if not for Monika letting it known multiple times that he wanted the real him, he wouldn't be here.
Soundwave watches her attempt to pull up. So small, so insignificant, yet it also brings forth a reaction out of him, too. More shuddering, vents hissing, and his spike throbbing. Another squirt of pre inside of her. Her whimpering his name is making his tank churn- nervous and excited. Ah, would she like for him to bounce her later? No doubt her organs are rearranged now after all that forceful pushing, and probably will be further rearranged once he starts moving her up and down his spike. He has to wonder if she could handle that? Will she actually lose conscious if he starts thrusting his.... claymore of love in and out of her.
Concerns for later. Because during this moment of respite, his other hand cups at her purple-stained cheek to rub at her, providing some bit of comfort and warmth for the discomfort she's surely feeling from having something so large in her body.
"What could top this...?"
Hearing that brings a light chuckle out of him. Oh, Monika. There are a few more things he could do with his spike that could top this. Things his holoavatar is unable to performed. Hell, it may even topped what he's about to show her if he's free to show his other functions, too. Those will come later... One at a time.]
... This.
[Monika will feel her insides moving- No, it's best described instead as... rumbling. A consistent rhythm of rumbling and grinding inside her, despite that Soundwave is not moving an inch. Almost like an earthquake has started inside her, somehow. It'll immediately be apparent why-- his spike is vibrating. A low buzzing inside of her
Soundwave keeps close attention to the expressions she's making and his audial receptors open to hear what sweet sounds will come out of her lips. He has the vibration at a low setting, just so she wouldn't be utterly overwhelmed than she already is, and the vibration lasts for only a few seconds. That was nothing more than a sample taste of what he offered.]
How was... the sample, Monika? Is it to your liking...?
[ Their hands meet over her stomach, over the place where they've become one. Her body shudders with the pulses of his cock, which are amplified enough with his size that they're their own form of pleasure. The press of his hand lower down intensifies the sensations. There's more to it than bringing them closer together physically, though. This is the most connected she's ever felt to him. And, even if she's barely met anyone else...maybe it's the most connected she's ever going to feel.
Another moment of ecstasy nearly overwhelms her completely until his hand brings her back from the brink. As her cheek pushes into his touch, she smiles as she floats through a high like no other. Seriously, what could be better than this? What more can he do? Play with her boobs again? Try to flick at her clit with one of his giant hands?
She begins to chuckle with him, then she's cut off once the this starts up. Ohhh, did she ever speak too soon. ]
Ghh--!
[ That sound? The sexy version of "fuck around and find out." Monika jerks, hard. And sure, he's not moving, but she is. A few twitches at first, but then that earthquake rumbling inside has every limb of hers refusing to stay still, no matter how impaled she is on him. Her upper body tips forward and she slumps against the metal of his abdomen, hissing and pleading for him to stop, keep going, don't stop, it's too much...!
The seconds pass, and it ends. She's left whimpering, a few tears leaking out of her eyes from how absolutely overwhelming that was. Good in an insanely mind-blowing way, but still a lot. Also, did she shriek his name at least twenty times in the span of those few seconds? Probably. ]
I-It. It's...
[ Her tiny fist suddenly pounds on his chest, and she's panting, sobbing, whimpering his name all over again. The vibrations may have stopped, but their effect hardly did. Being worked up this long, so enveloped in pleasure that only kept intensifying, there was no stopping the inevitable. So, too late--that taste was enough to overwhelm her in the best way.
The tight heat around his spike is squeezing harder than ever, stirring his pre around and working it down his shaft, because her orgasm is tearing through her in ways she's never experienced. This pleasure shouldn't be so high up. It shouldn't be hitting her everywhere. Why is he constantly upending her world like this?!
She mumbles something else, but it's complete nonsense, made worse by the incessant quivering of her body. With a quiet whine, her forehead slides down his stomach, and her face disappears under her canopy of temporarily-purple hair. Her palm smacks weakly against his chest, followed by a shaky thumbs up. There's his answer. Yeah, it's good. She's now fully into fucking robots, thank you. ]
[Soundwave watches her. He's watching his with his utmost attention for her reaction. And what a... Wonderful reaction it is, she's making. Her entire body shaking and trembling from his spike's vibration. Monika rapid firing shriek his name for that many times in a matter of seconds and pleading him with contradictory commands. Want him to stop? Want him to keep going? Well, when in doubt, just keep going!
... Up until the hard limit he set himself. Any more seconds and she may be in danger of passing out.... Hopefully she doesn't pass out from this? It doesn't look like she is, but his large metal hand comes back to her head to give gentle pats and strokes over her stained, clumped hair, comforting her through her sobs and whimpers. Hearing those sobbing sound she's making stirred him into providing her warmth and comfort.
His head tilts to the side when her small fist pounds on him. Was that simply too much? It was, wasn't it. As expected, it's simply too much for dear Monika. Honestly, he's a little worried that she may passed out from this, but thought she's left rather weak-]
Moni- Aah--
[She's... So tight. All of a sudden, she's squeezing harder than ever before, to his surprise. Soundwave twitches himself; his sensitive spike throbs inside of her as her pussy convulses around it during the orgasm. It coaxes more pre out of his spike and paint her insides more, the biolight brightening its glow once again. While the thought of cumming together with Monika is a delightful idea, not in this moment-- he'll hold himself off, because he wants Monika to experience what he can offer to her... And feel the rest of him first before he pumps her full of his claim.
But what if she doesn't want more after this? Soundwave looks back down to Monika when she smacks at his chest, watching her as she slides down him, worried sick that what he's done was too much. Just look at her, she's not in any state to continue. What sample he gave to her was too overwhelming for a mere human to experience. He'd understand if she doesn't want more. After all... A human and Cybertronian making love like this is... a bit... much?
Is she giving him a thumbs up? That does mean... She thinks it's good? He shouldn't be surprise with her, but... Hah, this silly girl. His precious dear friend. His Monika.
Once again, he's worried about nothing. Still, he allows her another, and longer, respite and shall avoid doing anything that may overstimulate her, aside from his spike occasionally throbbing inside her. Boy, he sure wonders if Monika is able to have sex with his avatar after this, let alone with another human.]
Good. I am.... Glad that you like it. You did wonderful enduring my, ah... my spike's function. You are perfect, Monika. [His hand comes back to cheek, more gentle rubs, before he gently coaxes her face away from his abdomen and to look up at his visor.] Would you like more of that? Or, see my... other functions? Or... shall I continue to go deeper into you.
[Deeper... More like pushing her womb up further where it shouldn't be.]
[ She uses her "break" mainly to pull air into her tight lungs. Quite the undertaking, because she thinks in all that flurry from cumming, he slipped in just a bit deeper, pushing up her poor organs some more. Not that she's complaining. No way. Not when Miss Greedy, as usual, wants more.
Before her face gets coaxed back up, she spends her respite staring down at the state of her body in fascination. Beyond what she's already seen of the obvious, now there's more. She can see the last pulses of the womb he's pressing on pulsing along with him. Is that the sexy LED glowing again, bright enough for her to see? And God, the fluids leaking out of her, and that's just the precum, she figures. That was about how much his avatar has sprayed on her altogether. Is she really going to be able to handle another eruption...?
Monika makes a soft noise once he raises her face. She smiles, dazed as ever, seemingly remaining on the precipice of "too much," but not caring much about it. He's so good to her. His comfort and touches are like everything she fantasized about in her digital prison. Who cares if she's not getting this from a human like she assumed she would? ]
Never had anyone call me perfect before...
[ Do it more, thank you. Her eyes close as her smile widens, encouraging more of his rubbing. She even manages to find the strength to put her hand on his, stroking over his metal in return. Ah, what a silly mech. Shouldn't it be obvious what she's going to say? That, after all they'd done in their short time together, she hardly needs much of a wait before getting back to business? ]
I loved it, Soundwave. And I--I want more. I want it all. Everything you can give me.
[ Her nails scrape against his hand, then it slides down her body until it's resting over the head of his spike. Strange though it feels, she pushes in, massaging him through her flesh. Teasing him. There's that hint of mischief in her smile again, the one that pops up any time she's about to encourage him to stop being the universe's biggest stick in the mud. ]
But mostly...I'm wondering when you're actually going to start fucking me.
[ Yeah, yeah, yeah. She knows she said she wanted the whole "making love" thing. If they keep that up, though? He'll probably stop before things get really good. Can't have that! ]
[He raises a metaphorical brow at that. She.... She wants to-- His vents sputter a little from her language. It's not that he hasn't heard her say that, but after the sweet lovemaking?
Surprise gives him pause, before his composure returns, clearing his vocalizer.]
.... My, Monika. Such dirty language.
[He teases her, brushing his thumb over her lips, wanting to see that dazed smile on her be messed up so lovingly. His body twitches a little from her massaging his spike through her own skin.
But she wants more, huh. Despite looking so dazed from that hard orgasm, it's not surprising to him that she's so ready for more. He wonders if it's okay to start fucking her right away? Seriously, where is she getting her energy from that she's up and ready for more? Regardless, Monika wants everything, and... he wants to give her his everything.
Hmmm.
Decided, Soundwave suddenly stands up, hands firmly on Monika to help keep her steady- not that he really needed to thanks to his own spike - he then turns around to have Monika lay her back on the bed while he kneels down next to it. There, much better way and position to fuck her than pumping her up and down like a... well, lacking of a better description, an onahole.]
Now. I want to f*** you now. [Was.... Was that a beep? It was a beep, and Soundwave deliberately censored himself! Though he continues to speak as if nothing happened.] While I do that, I will turn on the other functions too whenever I feel like it.
[Wouldn't that be too much? She orgasmed from him simply turning his vibration on a low setting. Can she handle his spike's special functions while he's fucking her? .... He wonders how great it will feel pounding into her while his spikes either vibrate or drill inside of her? What faces she will make? How she'll end up looking with his claim inside her? These questions plague in his mind are pounding in his head, getting him and his spike excited that the thought of having these questions answered soon, pulsating inside of her a few more times.]
Are you ready, Monika?
[He knows, he knows. It's obvious what her answer will be. He isn't trying to waste time or delay things here because he's second guessing himself. Rather, he just wants to make sure she's prepared.... As prepared as she can be for this, anyway. However her answer will be, Soundwave starts to pull back. Slowly. So Monika can feel every single inch, centimeter leaving her pussy. Almost all the way out. Anticipation rising while he stares down at the beauty underneath him, one hand cups her cheek one more time, as he burns the look of her dazed face to memory before it becomes twisted from their lovemaking.
With his vents sighing out warm air, he then slams his spike into her in one go, nearly one foot of his spike battering her stomach up, without mercy.]
[ It's not as easy to read as a human reaction, but the stutter in his "breathing" makes her snicker. She normally wouldn't talk so dirty. (Liar.) She does prefer gentler, more romantic things. (Maybe? It's hard to know at the moment.) But flustering him? Definitely her favorite kink now.
She shrugs, so very innocent. ]
Maybe your huge spike has me in a dirty mood~?
[ It's not helping that she chose not to note the unseen comma in "my Monika." How nice, feeling like she's that special to someone. Friendship is so amazing!
She almost expects him to tell her she's being absurd, that they've already gone far enough, she's too fragile for his giant alien body, blah blah blah. Just as she's about to sigh and accept her boring fate after that tiny taste of ecstasy, suddenly, it's doll time again. It's her turn to wheeze out, clutching him as he moves her while lodged onto his dick. Add that to her other new "what the fuck am I doing with my life?" experiences of the past 24 hours.
Worth it, though. This is giving her a touch of romance, getting to watch him making a fucked-up sort of love from above. Granted, she'd have been fine with being his human sex toy. She's not that great at having respect for herself, especially if there's fun to be had with someone she cares about. ]
Okay, then. [ She takes a breath, adjusting to the new position, readying herself for another blast of pleasure. ] And can you maybe, if you don't mind...
[ Monika jerks. It took way too long for her to realize that beep! wasn't in her imagination. Right? They didn't just have some moment as if they were watching the censored version of an R-rated movie. Right?!
Her mouth opens to say more, but she doesn't get anything out. The indignation from his audacity does it first. Then he's pulling out, shifting her focus to the shifting of her insides on top of a new form of pleasure, different from his careful pushing in. But--she just has to know-- ]
Did you just--?!
[ The dazed look, tinged with incredulity, switches to pure shock in a flash. Her hand flies up to clap over her mouth, holding in the loudest screams he's ever rammed out of her. And really, she is trying to keep the sounds in, worried about his hearing for once in her life, but she ultimately can't contain them. Her vision darkens for a moment or two, and not from closing her eyes. Just when she thought she knew her limits...
Still. Her important question must. Be. Asked. ]
Did you. Just. Bleep yourself?!
[ She couldn't manage anything above tiny squeaks. But they're not moving on until she gets an answer!
...Or he spikes her too hard to make talking possible. That's more likely, really. ]
[Soundwave suspected that she wouldn't be able to keep her voice down from that single ram, and so, prepared himself for the incoming piercing scream. Good effort though, Monika. Still hurts, but he's able to ignore it thanks to the pleasure his most sensitive body is experiencing.
He tilts his head to the side at the question she squeaked out.]
I do not know what you are talking about. [Lies lies lies. But thanks to that bleep, he can pretend that he didn't just say a dirty word, too.
But hey, she gets an answer. Whether it's one she accepts or not, he's free to move again, seeing that Monika is well and conscious, even if her blacking out for a second gave him a slight panic. Soundwave pulls his hips back, his spike reappearing from the prison of her tight pussy, his spike visibly moving under her flesh. It's not meant to stay that way, of course, but he allows himself a bit of reprieve before he thrusts back in, firmly and heavily.
Ngh--!! He couldn't hold back his own moan. The tremble of his legs and body. The throbbing of his cock as he's getting closer to his own release. ... No, he can hold on for a little longer.
Shortly after, he repeats the movement, slow and steady pace at first but gradually it'll get faster. His vents huff and puff, simulating gasping. His large hand presses down lightly against her breast. Though his mind is clouded with pleasure, love, and lust, he's mindful enough to not press it down too hard that it'll crush her or prevent her breathing.]
This is... making love. Right, Monika?
[Although he could say fuck, albeit behind a censored beeping as a joke, he honestly prefers that term for fucking whenever he's doing it Monika from now on. Thanks for that, Monika! It makes it sound less... dignified. That they aren't just doing this because they simply want to experience bodily pleasure. But because they love and care for each other. It makes it feel like they're deepening their connection, becoming as one, physically, intimately. Friendship is truly amazing!
... He wonders if Monika can keep talking like this? Keep making those cute little squeaks? Would be fun to see an attempt while he pumps at her precious core without mercy. He isn't going to stop now. Though, depending on her reaction, he may slow down..... Or go faster.
After a beginning, there's always an end. But they have a long way before they'll reached it. While he did say that he'll show her his other 'fun' functions, he'll settle with thrusting his spike in and out of her for now. Get her body used to being screwed this way, before he adds a new stimuli just for her to get used to that, also.]
[ Look. She may be getting fucked to the edge of sanity (and consciousness), but that is not enough to stop her sass! Her sass dies when she does, and even then, she'd come back as a ghost to keep the sass going! ]
You! Bleeped! [ And just for emphasis: ] You! Fucking bleeped!
[ This is so crass and terrible. Why is she saying these things? Oh, right. Because she can't leave well enough alone. Not when there's some imaginary victory on the line.
How the hell is she supposed to win, though? Every time he slams up, she's forced to exhale, that spike of his forcibly doing the work of her diaphragm. Just one more item on the long list of things her body should not be doing. Is he actually going to make his way past her cervix? What other madness is going to be possible? What is this resort doing to her?!
She wheezes again, following it up with higher squeaks once his hand lands on her bouncing chest. His touch is light, but it's affecting her breathing simply from adding to her pleasure. At least he's suffering with her. Well, "suffering." If he can't hold back his more undignified sounds, he's as affected by this as she is. Good.
That question, though. Somehow, she manages a small glare, or a poor excuse for one. She can barely keep her eyes open, mostly using what oxygen she's getting to squeak and moan. ]
[ Yes, she will continue stubbornly rejecting the "making love" designation. If she wanted to fuck, then they're fucking! He can't control that! He...he...!
Already, her body's tensing, his increasing speed getting her close again. If she doesn't pass out from the physical overload, the unending pleasure might do it. She lifts her head a little to watch him, to see what's happening to her body, the way her abdomen flattens when he pulls out and bulges all over again once he jams himself back in. There's the sound of metal hitting her soft skin. The smell of him, sweet and metallic, the taste of him still on her tongue...maybe he's right. Maybe it is making love, being with him like this.
[Oh, Monika is getting feisty again. Her cute squeaks are... well, cute. It's so adorable to see her trying to keep her sass going while she's experiencing an otherworldly pleasure than no mere humans can ever achieved. It's such an enjoyable sight, along with what's happening to her body, the faces she's making, and her bouncing breast.]
Call it lovemaking.
[Each of his word is accentuated with a strong slam.
Nope. It's a fight now, and Soundwave is too stubborn to let that one go. Both externally and internally, he'll call it lovemaking because that! is! what! it! is!
Soundwave buckles over. Thankfully, he doesn't press his weight down on her, but his arms are pressing down on the mattress above her head and his visor is so close to her face that she may even be able to see her own reflection on him. Primus, he thought that he could hold on a little longer, but Monika's tightness is proving herself to be his downfall. Like he's doing to her, she's pushing him right over the edge.
Why is a human body feels this good? Why does Monika feels this good?!
Amidst the wet sound of sex, metal hitting flesh, and their own voices filling the room, he could feel something inside Monika starting to give. That barrier he's been feeling whenever he pressed deep inside of her, it's starting to give way. As if sensing a new goal, he's making it his mission to keep on his thrusting just to get even deeper into Monika. Though, it's really having a strong affect on him. The faster and harder he pounds into Monika, the difficult it is to keep his own voice down, moaning her name out after a few ram. More of his undignified noises coming out of both his vocalizer and sputtering vents, until--]
F-fuck, you feel too good, Monika. I want you.
[Whoops, forgot to bleep there. And.... ah, some of his true desires is leaking out of his vocalizer. Monika will surely sass him now. Aahh... Distraction. Distraction. Oh, an idea comes to mind. He tweaks her nipple with his fingers.]
Harder, you say?
[He slams his hardest yet onto Monika, finally penetrating her cervix, his spike head larger than her fist forcing her womb to expand to his size. Soundwave couldn't hold back his staticky, popping moan. But it's not only that she'll feel. Soundwave stays his hips firmly on her. Not to cum inside her just yet, not give her another one of his vibration, but his spike starts to move... Counter-clockwise? It's not her imagination, it's slowly spinning in her. It's a slow start, but it's speed gradually increases until... he's literally drilling her pussy with his spike.]
[ Great, now it's getting hard to be sassy, too! She'll be easy on herself about it, since she doesn't think anyone else in this place could handle him like she can. Or, so delusion says. Delusion also says she doesn't want anyone else handling him, but that's probably harder to manage.
She sucks in a gasp as he tips forward, bathing her in shadow, overwhelming her with his size in another way. Her eyes stay open enough to see her every bounce on his cock reflected on his face, and to her surprise, it only drives her wilder with desire. Look what he's doing to her. Look how beautiful he looks this close up.
Her hand comes up to weakly grasp his faceplate. He said it. The F word. Then there are more words, intoxicating enough that she almost doesn't want to lord her victory over him. Almost. ]
Heh. Good--
[ Nope. Distraction successful. Lording denied. This close up, he'll be able to witness every muscle twitch, every strangled cry once he penetrates further than she ever thought he could. She doesn't know how describe the--any of it. Her view of his face grays, darkens a little, goes fuzzy, but she refuses to give in to dumb human instincts like unconsciousness.
Forget the victory. She's going to get what she wanted before he bleeped them into this insane situation. ]
Hnn. S-Say it.
[ ...One moment, she's short-circuiting. He's screwing her. Screwing her. Her legs thrash and bang against him, hands shooting up to clutch the sides of his head. With a silent prayer, her head pushes back into the mattress, euphoric tears leaking out of her tightly-shut eyes. She's cumming around him before her brain can even register it, but it doesn't stop. One orgasm bleeds into the next. Over. And Over. And over.
Her plea is reduced to a barely audible whisper as pleasure obliterates her entire body. It's too late already, but she wants to hear it anyway, before the chance of her not hearing it can take the opportunity away. ]
Call me...yours again. [ She sobs his name, then again: ] Say I'm yours!
[She's so.... Beautiful. He knows he's been thinking that this whole time, but having an up close view of her while her expression twist and turn after every slam, makes her beauty shines brighter, if in a fucked up way.
Soundwave's optics are trained on Monika's face to see every twitch of her muscle, the cries he's forcing out of her, and the tears cascading her cheeks. A shame she can't see the twist and turn his own face is making in turn, but his own hangs up about removing his faceplate prevents such an experience for her.
Maybe... In the future, he might be comfortable enough to remove it. Maybe.
Soundwave doesn't move his hips any longer, content with his metal pressing up against Monika while his spike literally screws her. Ah, it's getting increasingly difficult to hold his come back. He's not sure that he can enact his plan to pounding Monika while screwing her at the same time. He's getting so, so close now that he should be pulling out now.
Much as he wants to come inside her like he did with the avatar, maybe he shouldn't be ejaculating inside Monika given how much he let out.
Say it?
His optics widen when he hears words from Monika's mouth that isn't just sobs, cries, or moans. Still able to string words together, somewhat. It's clear she's struggling so hard to keep her consious, and seeing that, Soundwave couldn't help to bring his hand atop her hand for comfort. Then, he hears her orgasm, her juices splattering on him.
It's no surprise that Monika can't hold herself from cumming at this point. He can feel her essence spraying on him, showering the metal of his legs until it shines with her juices, dripping wet onto the floor. She's cumming so much now. For how long? Who knows, but now is the best time for him to come. He wants to experience orgasm with her at the same time. He has to, before Monika passes out. Screw holding out any longer. He wants to cum inside her!
But before that, Soundwave slowly pulls back a little, spike still spinning, spraying her juices everywhere. On him. On her. The bed. All the while he repeats her name under his breath. A barely audible whisper then it gets louder as he repeats her name, getting staticky and popping noises again.]
Monika... Monika... Monika. Your mine, Monika. Be mine, Monika. Mine. I-I'm--
[With one final slam at a sharper angle, his tip erupts in her and one thick load after another coats not just her womb but the length of her stretched out pussy. No matter how tightly he plugged her, his glowing essence floods out of her entrance, around his cock, coating both her thighs and pelvis and his own.]
Take-- [His vents sputter and his body shivers whole.] All of my claim, my Monika.
[The spinning slows to a stop, but his ejaculation doesn't. One spray another one. Each load increases the bloat of her tummy until the outline of his spike disappears. It does end eventually, and Soundwave visibly huff air out of his vents. When his optics reset open, he's first caught by the rise and fall of her breasts glistening with her sweat and his glow, and then he looks up upon the beautiful face- dazed? conscious? unconscious? -both his hands rest on the sides of her head, then he dips further down to kiss his faceplate on her forehead.
It's their true first time together. And it was a fantastic lovemaking.]
Monika?
[He's the first to come down from his high. Then, concern begins to grow as he looks back down at Monika.]
[ What's already a mess becomes messier. After her demand, her plea, her delusional desire to be connected to someone in the way she always wanted, she's left teetering on the edge of another dark pit. It was a miracle they got this far. It was a miracle she hadn't broken down already. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on.
She manages to open her shiny, glassy eyes. Her unfocused gaze drifts to and from his face, unable to land in one place for very long. But every time she can focus on his face, she's so glad to see him there. Even if he's hiding away somehow, he's there with her. He never has to show more than he wants to. She's seen so much of him already. He's hers. Her Soundwave.
She's barely aware of how much she's contributing to the mess already on the bed, on her, him, the floor, who knows where else, but that's only a prelude. Not just because he answers her call in spades, but because he's soon going to join her in this bliss. Wasn't it so great to be with a friend like this? Wasn't it so great to be in...
Her jaw goes slack, her sounds reduced to scraggy rasps. She's his. Every inch of her. Outside. Inside. So full of him. So full of...
So warm. So hot. He's practically pressed up against her feverishly-beating heart--not just his spike, but his claim, too. Would they ever be separate again? Could they ever be more in... ]
I love...
[ ...this, is what she wanted to end that with. Or was it going to be ...you that ended it? He may never know, not unless he dips into her dizzied mind at that very moment. But she's been fucked so good, so hard, thrown into a heaven no human was ever meant to set foot in, and just as Icarus had to discover, flying too close to the sun has consequences. With one last happy, horrified whimper, her eyes roll up into her head and her body goes limp. For now, she's down for the count, face left twisted in pleasure from having this forbidden touch from an alien god.
[Relief washes over him when he sees Monika barely conscious. It's.... Better than nothing. His spike has started to soften up. Now's a good time to call it. Soundwave brushes his fingers on her face, cleaning off some of the glow on her.
She's such a big mess, and it's all because of him. His claim on her. Inside her. She's his... and he's hers. He'll have to clean her up again in the bath, and he's ready to take a bath with her like last night... Or maybe after she recovers. That's going to take a while. Though he expects her to shut down at some point, because he knows that it was too much for her, he still wants to hear her voice first. And he got that...
"I love..." What... What was it she's about to say.]
Monika...?
[Alas, it seems the wild pleasure has gotten to her. Still, he's curious about what she wanted to say. Surely, she meant she loves this moment they shared, right? If so, it gives him the confidence to do it again the next time in the future. But... he has a feeling she wanted to say something else? Because Soundwave felt something fiery and hot in her for a split second. So easy to enter her rattled mind and find the answer himself. But.... He decides against it. He doesn't know why. For some reason, he's afraid of knowing the answer. It's nonsensical why he feels afraid, but he is.
A strange feeling in swirling in him the more he stares down at his friend. A seed has been planted in him, one he's yet to recognized what it is.
Regardless, he needs to take care of Monika. So, Soundwave begins to pull out, slowly as to not overstimulate the sleeping beauty, and his spike leaves her a wet pop, allowing his gunk to flood out of her, onto the mattress and floor. Primus, he can even see the glow under her flesh and how much he came inside of her. It's.... unbelievable that they managed to do this without any terrible accidents.
His vents sigh. He's getting tired, and sleepy, too. That sex... No, lovemaking was so exhausting. It'll take a while for his body to get used to sex again, but... He didn't regret it one bit, especially when Monika enjoyed it? There is no need for guilt or regret.
Sighing once more, Soundwave joins her on the bed, his hand gently rub at her head as her limped body rolls to his side, then he slicks her hair back, before he gently lifts her up into an embrace, giving her forehead another 'kiss'. As he falls down on his back onto the mattress, he keeps his faceplate pressed against her head, as he whispers.]
Thank you... My sweet Monika.
[He'll stay with her. He'll keep her company for today and tomorrow and then the next. For as long as he had promised to her.
With that, his visor dulls, as he falls into slumber with his sweet dear lo-.... Friend.]
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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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His body tenses and his vents let out a huff with every throb around his length, which in turn makes his spike pulses in her again. His optics fall to her hand smoothing over the bulge in her stomach, then his own hand also joins hers, placing it atop her hand before it slides off to feel... Himself inside her, rolling and lightly pressing his metal hand on her pressed womb. Even now, it's still unbelievable to see her skin stretched out like that, and it's all because of his spike- because of him. It's... just simply unreal. Obscene, too. Yet so incredibly lovely.
Finally seeing this makes him realize how silly of him to worry and keep his desires deep inside him and not have it known to Monika that he wanted to have sex with her all this time- as he is. Well, if not for Monika letting it known multiple times that he wanted the real him, he wouldn't be here.
Soundwave watches her attempt to pull up. So small, so insignificant, yet it also brings forth a reaction out of him, too. More shuddering, vents hissing, and his spike throbbing. Another squirt of pre inside of her. Her whimpering his name is making his tank churn- nervous and excited. Ah, would she like for him to bounce her later? No doubt her organs are rearranged now after all that forceful pushing, and probably will be further rearranged once he starts moving her up and down his spike. He has to wonder if she could handle that? Will she actually lose conscious if he starts thrusting his.... claymore of love in and out of her.
Concerns for later. Because during this moment of respite, his other hand cups at her purple-stained cheek to rub at her, providing some bit of comfort and warmth for the discomfort she's surely feeling from having something so large in her body.
"What could top this...?"
Hearing that brings a light chuckle out of him. Oh, Monika. There are a few more things he could do with his spike that could top this. Things his holoavatar is unable to performed. Hell, it may even topped what he's about to show her if he's free to show his other functions, too. Those will come later... One at a time.]
... This.
[Monika will feel her insides moving- No, it's best described instead as... rumbling. A consistent rhythm of rumbling and grinding inside her, despite that Soundwave is not moving an inch. Almost like an earthquake has started inside her, somehow. It'll immediately be apparent why-- his spike is vibrating. A low buzzing inside of her
Soundwave keeps close attention to the expressions she's making and his audial receptors open to hear what sweet sounds will come out of her lips. He has the vibration at a low setting, just so she wouldn't be utterly overwhelmed than she already is, and the vibration lasts for only a few seconds. That was nothing more than a sample taste of what he offered.]
How was... the sample, Monika? Is it to your liking...?
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Another moment of ecstasy nearly overwhelms her completely until his hand brings her back from the brink. As her cheek pushes into his touch, she smiles as she floats through a high like no other. Seriously, what could be better than this? What more can he do? Play with her boobs again? Try to flick at her clit with one of his giant hands?
She begins to chuckle with him, then she's cut off once the this starts up. Ohhh, did she ever speak too soon. ]
Ghh--!
[ That sound? The sexy version of "fuck around and find out." Monika jerks, hard. And sure, he's not moving, but she is. A few twitches at first, but then that earthquake rumbling inside has every limb of hers refusing to stay still, no matter how impaled she is on him. Her upper body tips forward and she slumps against the metal of his abdomen, hissing and pleading for him to stop, keep going, don't stop, it's too much...!
The seconds pass, and it ends. She's left whimpering, a few tears leaking out of her eyes from how absolutely overwhelming that was. Good in an insanely mind-blowing way, but still a lot. Also, did she shriek his name at least twenty times in the span of those few seconds? Probably. ]
I-It. It's...
[ Her tiny fist suddenly pounds on his chest, and she's panting, sobbing, whimpering his name all over again. The vibrations may have stopped, but their effect hardly did. Being worked up this long, so enveloped in pleasure that only kept intensifying, there was no stopping the inevitable. So, too late--that taste was enough to overwhelm her in the best way.
The tight heat around his spike is squeezing harder than ever, stirring his pre around and working it down his shaft, because her orgasm is tearing through her in ways she's never experienced. This pleasure shouldn't be so high up. It shouldn't be hitting her everywhere. Why is he constantly upending her world like this?!
She mumbles something else, but it's complete nonsense, made worse by the incessant quivering of her body. With a quiet whine, her forehead slides down his stomach, and her face disappears under her canopy of temporarily-purple hair. Her palm smacks weakly against his chest, followed by a shaky thumbs up. There's his answer. Yeah, it's good. She's now fully into fucking robots, thank you. ]
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... Up until the hard limit he set himself. Any more seconds and she may be in danger of passing out.... Hopefully she doesn't pass out from this? It doesn't look like she is, but his large metal hand comes back to her head to give gentle pats and strokes over her stained, clumped hair, comforting her through her sobs and whimpers. Hearing those sobbing sound she's making stirred him into providing her warmth and comfort.
His head tilts to the side when her small fist pounds on him. Was that simply too much? It was, wasn't it. As expected, it's simply too much for dear Monika. Honestly, he's a little worried that she may passed out from this, but thought she's left rather weak-]
Moni- Aah--
[She's... So tight. All of a sudden, she's squeezing harder than ever before, to his surprise. Soundwave twitches himself; his sensitive spike throbs inside of her as her pussy convulses around it during the orgasm. It coaxes more pre out of his spike and paint her insides more, the biolight brightening its glow once again. While the thought of cumming together with Monika is a delightful idea, not in this moment-- he'll hold himself off, because he wants Monika to experience what he can offer to her... And feel the rest of him first before he pumps her full of his claim.
But what if she doesn't want more after this? Soundwave looks back down to Monika when she smacks at his chest, watching her as she slides down him, worried sick that what he's done was too much. Just look at her, she's not in any state to continue. What sample he gave to her was too overwhelming for a mere human to experience. He'd understand if she doesn't want more. After all... A human and Cybertronian making love like this is... a bit... much?
Is she giving him a thumbs up? That does mean... She thinks it's good? He shouldn't be surprise with her, but... Hah, this silly girl. His precious dear friend. His Monika.
Once again, he's worried about nothing. Still, he allows her another, and longer, respite and shall avoid doing anything that may overstimulate her, aside from his spike occasionally throbbing inside her. Boy, he sure wonders if Monika is able to have sex with his avatar after this, let alone with another human.]
Good. I am.... Glad that you like it. You did wonderful enduring my, ah... my spike's function. You are perfect, Monika. [His hand comes back to cheek, more gentle rubs, before he gently coaxes her face away from his abdomen and to look up at his visor.] Would you like more of that? Or, see my... other functions? Or... shall I continue to go deeper into you.
[Deeper... More like pushing her womb up further where it shouldn't be.]
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Before her face gets coaxed back up, she spends her respite staring down at the state of her body in fascination. Beyond what she's already seen of the obvious, now there's more. She can see the last pulses of the womb he's pressing on pulsing along with him. Is that the sexy LED glowing again, bright enough for her to see? And God, the fluids leaking out of her, and that's just the precum, she figures. That was about how much his avatar has sprayed on her altogether. Is she really going to be able to handle another eruption...?
Monika makes a soft noise once he raises her face. She smiles, dazed as ever, seemingly remaining on the precipice of "too much," but not caring much about it. He's so good to her. His comfort and touches are like everything she fantasized about in her digital prison. Who cares if she's not getting this from a human like she assumed she would? ]
Never had anyone call me perfect before...
[ Do it more, thank you. Her eyes close as her smile widens, encouraging more of his rubbing. She even manages to find the strength to put her hand on his, stroking over his metal in return. Ah, what a silly mech. Shouldn't it be obvious what she's going to say? That, after all they'd done in their short time together, she hardly needs much of a wait before getting back to business? ]
I loved it, Soundwave. And I--I want more. I want it all. Everything you can give me.
[ Her nails scrape against his hand, then it slides down her body until it's resting over the head of his spike. Strange though it feels, she pushes in, massaging him through her flesh. Teasing him. There's that hint of mischief in her smile again, the one that pops up any time she's about to encourage him to stop being the universe's biggest stick in the mud. ]
But mostly...I'm wondering when you're actually going to start fucking me.
[ Yeah, yeah, yeah. She knows she said she wanted the whole "making love" thing. If they keep that up, though? He'll probably stop before things get really good. Can't have that! ]
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Surprise gives him pause, before his composure returns, clearing his vocalizer.]
.... My, Monika. Such dirty language.
[He teases her, brushing his thumb over her lips, wanting to see that dazed smile on her be messed up so lovingly. His body twitches a little from her massaging his spike through her own skin.
But she wants more, huh. Despite looking so dazed from that hard orgasm, it's not surprising to him that she's so ready for more. He wonders if it's okay to start fucking her right away? Seriously, where is she getting her energy from that she's up and ready for more? Regardless, Monika wants everything, and... he wants to give her his everything.
Hmmm.
Decided, Soundwave suddenly stands up, hands firmly on Monika to help keep her steady- not that he really needed to thanks to his own spike - he then turns around to have Monika lay her back on the bed while he kneels down next to it. There, much better way and position to fuck her than pumping her up and down like a... well, lacking of a better description, an onahole.]
Now. I want to f*** you now. [Was.... Was that a beep? It was a beep, and Soundwave deliberately censored himself! Though he continues to speak as if nothing happened.] While I do that, I will turn on the other functions too whenever I feel like it.
[Wouldn't that be too much? She orgasmed from him simply turning his vibration on a low setting. Can she handle his spike's special functions while he's fucking her? .... He wonders how great it will feel pounding into her while his spikes either vibrate or drill inside of her? What faces she will make? How she'll end up looking with his claim inside her? These questions plague in his mind are pounding in his head, getting him and his spike excited that the thought of having these questions answered soon, pulsating inside of her a few more times.]
Are you ready, Monika?
[He knows, he knows. It's obvious what her answer will be. He isn't trying to waste time or delay things here because he's second guessing himself. Rather, he just wants to make sure she's prepared.... As prepared as she can be for this, anyway. However her answer will be, Soundwave starts to pull back. Slowly. So Monika can feel every single inch, centimeter leaving her pussy. Almost all the way out. Anticipation rising while he stares down at the beauty underneath him, one hand cups her cheek one more time, as he burns the look of her dazed face to memory before it becomes twisted from their lovemaking.
With his vents sighing out warm air, he then slams his spike into her in one go, nearly one foot of his spike battering her stomach up, without mercy.]
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She shrugs, so very innocent. ]
Maybe your huge spike has me in a dirty mood~?
[ It's not helping that she chose not to note the unseen comma in "my Monika." How nice, feeling like she's that special to someone. Friendship is so amazing!
She almost expects him to tell her she's being absurd, that they've already gone far enough, she's too fragile for his giant alien body, blah blah blah. Just as she's about to sigh and accept her boring fate after that tiny taste of ecstasy, suddenly, it's doll time again. It's her turn to wheeze out, clutching him as he moves her while lodged onto his dick. Add that to her other new "what the fuck am I doing with my life?" experiences of the past 24 hours.
Worth it, though. This is giving her a touch of romance, getting to watch him making a fucked-up sort of love from above. Granted, she'd have been fine with being his human sex toy. She's not that great at having respect for herself, especially if there's fun to be had with someone she cares about. ]
Okay, then. [ She takes a breath, adjusting to the new position, readying herself for another blast of pleasure. ] And can you maybe, if you don't mind...
[ Monika jerks. It took way too long for her to realize that beep! wasn't in her imagination. Right? They didn't just have some moment as if they were watching the censored version of an R-rated movie. Right?!
Her mouth opens to say more, but she doesn't get anything out. The indignation from his audacity does it first. Then he's pulling out, shifting her focus to the shifting of her insides on top of a new form of pleasure, different from his careful pushing in. But--she just has to know-- ]
Did you just--?!
[ The dazed look, tinged with incredulity, switches to pure shock in a flash. Her hand flies up to clap over her mouth, holding in the loudest screams he's ever rammed out of her. And really, she is trying to keep the sounds in, worried about his hearing for once in her life, but she ultimately can't contain them. Her vision darkens for a moment or two, and not from closing her eyes. Just when she thought she knew her limits...
Still. Her important question must. Be. Asked. ]
Did you. Just. Bleep yourself?!
[ She couldn't manage anything above tiny squeaks. But they're not moving on until she gets an answer!
...Or he spikes her too hard to make talking possible. That's more likely, really. ]
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He tilts his head to the side at the question she squeaked out.]
I do not know what you are talking about. [Lies lies lies. But thanks to that bleep, he can pretend that he didn't just say a dirty word, too.
But hey, she gets an answer. Whether it's one she accepts or not, he's free to move again, seeing that Monika is well and conscious, even if her blacking out for a second gave him a slight panic. Soundwave pulls his hips back, his spike reappearing from the prison of her tight pussy, his spike visibly moving under her flesh. It's not meant to stay that way, of course, but he allows himself a bit of reprieve before he thrusts back in, firmly and heavily.
Ngh--!! He couldn't hold back his own moan. The tremble of his legs and body. The throbbing of his cock as he's getting closer to his own release. ... No, he can hold on for a little longer.
Shortly after, he repeats the movement, slow and steady pace at first but gradually it'll get faster. His vents huff and puff, simulating gasping. His large hand presses down lightly against her breast. Though his mind is clouded with pleasure, love, and lust, he's mindful enough to not press it down too hard that it'll crush her or prevent her breathing.]
This is... making love. Right, Monika?
[Although he could say fuck, albeit behind a censored beeping as a joke, he honestly prefers that term for fucking whenever he's doing it Monika from now on. Thanks for that, Monika! It makes it sound less... dignified. That they aren't just doing this because they simply want to experience bodily pleasure. But because they love and care for each other. It makes it feel like they're deepening their connection, becoming as one, physically, intimately. Friendship is truly amazing!
... He wonders if Monika can keep talking like this? Keep making those cute little squeaks? Would be fun to see an attempt while he pumps at her precious core without mercy. He isn't going to stop now. Though, depending on her reaction, he may slow down..... Or go faster.
After a beginning, there's always an end. But they have a long way before they'll reached it. While he did say that he'll show her his other 'fun' functions, he'll settle with thrusting his spike in and out of her for now. Get her body used to being screwed this way, before he adds a new stimuli just for her to get used to that, also.]
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You! Bleeped! [ And just for emphasis: ] You! Fucking bleeped!
[ This is so crass and terrible. Why is she saying these things? Oh, right. Because she can't leave well enough alone. Not when there's some imaginary victory on the line.
How the hell is she supposed to win, though? Every time he slams up, she's forced to exhale, that spike of his forcibly doing the work of her diaphragm. Just one more item on the long list of things her body should not be doing. Is he actually going to make his way past her cervix? What other madness is going to be possible? What is this resort doing to her?!
She wheezes again, following it up with higher squeaks once his hand lands on her bouncing chest. His touch is light, but it's affecting her breathing simply from adding to her pleasure. At least he's suffering with her. Well, "suffering." If he can't hold back his more undignified sounds, he's as affected by this as she is. Good.
That question, though. Somehow, she manages a small glare, or a poor excuse for one. She can barely keep her eyes open, mostly using what oxygen she's getting to squeak and moan. ]
We're fucking! [ She's getting louder! Amazing! ] Call it fucking!
[ Yes, she will continue stubbornly rejecting the "making love" designation. If she wanted to fuck, then they're fucking! He can't control that! He...he...!
Already, her body's tensing, his increasing speed getting her close again. If she doesn't pass out from the physical overload, the unending pleasure might do it. She lifts her head a little to watch him, to see what's happening to her body, the way her abdomen flattens when he pulls out and bulges all over again once he jams himself back in. There's the sound of metal hitting her soft skin. The smell of him, sweet and metallic, the taste of him still on her tongue...maybe he's right. Maybe it is making love, being with him like this.
She'll allow it in her mind. Outwardly? No. ]
Fuck me. Harder.
[ Do it, Soundwave! Say fuck with her! ]
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Call it lovemaking.
[Each of his word is accentuated with a strong slam.
Nope. It's a fight now, and Soundwave is too stubborn to let that one go. Both externally and internally, he'll call it lovemaking because that! is! what! it! is!
Soundwave buckles over. Thankfully, he doesn't press his weight down on her, but his arms are pressing down on the mattress above her head and his visor is so close to her face that she may even be able to see her own reflection on him. Primus, he thought that he could hold on a little longer, but Monika's tightness is proving herself to be his downfall. Like he's doing to her, she's pushing him right over the edge.
Why is a human body feels this good? Why does Monika feels this good?!
Amidst the wet sound of sex, metal hitting flesh, and their own voices filling the room, he could feel something inside Monika starting to give. That barrier he's been feeling whenever he pressed deep inside of her, it's starting to give way. As if sensing a new goal, he's making it his mission to keep on his thrusting just to get even deeper into Monika. Though, it's really having a strong affect on him. The faster and harder he pounds into Monika, the difficult it is to keep his own voice down, moaning her name out after a few ram. More of his undignified noises coming out of both his vocalizer and sputtering vents, until--]
F-fuck, you feel too good, Monika. I want you.
[Whoops, forgot to bleep there. And.... ah, some of his true desires is leaking out of his vocalizer. Monika will surely sass him now. Aahh... Distraction. Distraction. Oh, an idea comes to mind. He tweaks her nipple with his fingers.]
Harder, you say?
[He slams his hardest yet onto Monika, finally penetrating her cervix, his spike head larger than her fist forcing her womb to expand to his size. Soundwave couldn't hold back his staticky, popping moan. But it's not only that she'll feel. Soundwave stays his hips firmly on her. Not to cum inside her just yet, not give her another one of his vibration, but his spike starts to move... Counter-clockwise? It's not her imagination, it's slowly spinning in her. It's a slow start, but it's speed gradually increases until... he's literally drilling her pussy with his spike.]
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[ Great, now it's getting hard to be sassy, too! She'll be easy on herself about it, since she doesn't think anyone else in this place could handle him like she can. Or, so delusion says. Delusion also says she doesn't want anyone else handling him, but that's probably harder to manage.
She sucks in a gasp as he tips forward, bathing her in shadow, overwhelming her with his size in another way. Her eyes stay open enough to see her every bounce on his cock reflected on his face, and to her surprise, it only drives her wilder with desire. Look what he's doing to her. Look how beautiful he looks this close up.
Her hand comes up to weakly grasp his faceplate. He said it. The F word. Then there are more words, intoxicating enough that she almost doesn't want to lord her victory over him. Almost. ]
Heh. Good--
[ Nope. Distraction successful. Lording denied. This close up, he'll be able to witness every muscle twitch, every strangled cry once he penetrates further than she ever thought he could. She doesn't know how describe the--any of it. Her view of his face grays, darkens a little, goes fuzzy, but she refuses to give in to dumb human instincts like unconsciousness.
Forget the victory. She's going to get what she wanted before he bleeped them into this insane situation. ]
Hnn. S-Say it.
[ ...One moment, she's short-circuiting. He's screwing her. Screwing her. Her legs thrash and bang against him, hands shooting up to clutch the sides of his head. With a silent prayer, her head pushes back into the mattress, euphoric tears leaking out of her tightly-shut eyes. She's cumming around him before her brain can even register it, but it doesn't stop. One orgasm bleeds into the next. Over. And Over. And over.
Her plea is reduced to a barely audible whisper as pleasure obliterates her entire body. It's too late already, but she wants to hear it anyway, before the chance of her not hearing it can take the opportunity away. ]
Call me...yours again. [ She sobs his name, then again: ] Say I'm yours!
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Soundwave's optics are trained on Monika's face to see every twitch of her muscle, the cries he's forcing out of her, and the tears cascading her cheeks. A shame she can't see the twist and turn his own face is making in turn, but his own hangs up about removing his faceplate prevents such an experience for her.
Maybe... In the future, he might be comfortable enough to remove it. Maybe.
Soundwave doesn't move his hips any longer, content with his metal pressing up against Monika while his spike literally screws her. Ah, it's getting increasingly difficult to hold his come back. He's not sure that he can enact his plan to pounding Monika while screwing her at the same time. He's getting so, so close now that he should be pulling out now.
Much as he wants to come inside her like he did with the avatar, maybe he shouldn't be ejaculating inside Monika given how much he let out.
Say it?
His optics widen when he hears words from Monika's mouth that isn't just sobs, cries, or moans. Still able to string words together, somewhat. It's clear she's struggling so hard to keep her consious, and seeing that, Soundwave couldn't help to bring his hand atop her hand for comfort. Then, he hears her orgasm, her juices splattering on him.
It's no surprise that Monika can't hold herself from cumming at this point. He can feel her essence spraying on him, showering the metal of his legs until it shines with her juices, dripping wet onto the floor. She's cumming so much now. For how long? Who knows, but now is the best time for him to come. He wants to experience orgasm with her at the same time. He has to, before Monika passes out. Screw holding out any longer. He wants to cum inside her!
But before that, Soundwave slowly pulls back a little, spike still spinning, spraying her juices everywhere. On him. On her. The bed. All the while he repeats her name under his breath. A barely audible whisper then it gets louder as he repeats her name, getting staticky and popping noises again.]
Monika... Monika... Monika. Your mine, Monika. Be mine, Monika. Mine. I-I'm--
[With one final slam at a sharper angle, his tip erupts in her and one thick load after another coats not just her womb but the length of her stretched out pussy. No matter how tightly he plugged her, his glowing essence floods out of her entrance, around his cock, coating both her thighs and pelvis and his own.]
Take-- [His vents sputter and his body shivers whole.] All of my claim, my Monika.
[The spinning slows to a stop, but his ejaculation doesn't. One spray another one. Each load increases the bloat of her tummy until the outline of his spike disappears. It does end eventually, and Soundwave visibly huff air out of his vents. When his optics reset open, he's first caught by the rise and fall of her breasts glistening with her sweat and his glow, and then he looks up upon the beautiful face- dazed? conscious? unconscious? -both his hands rest on the sides of her head, then he dips further down to kiss his faceplate on her forehead.
It's their true first time together. And it was a fantastic lovemaking.]
Monika?
[He's the first to come down from his high. Then, concern begins to grow as he looks back down at Monika.]
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She manages to open her shiny, glassy eyes. Her unfocused gaze drifts to and from his face, unable to land in one place for very long. But every time she can focus on his face, she's so glad to see him there. Even if he's hiding away somehow, he's there with her. He never has to show more than he wants to. She's seen so much of him already. He's hers. Her Soundwave.
She's barely aware of how much she's contributing to the mess already on the bed, on her, him, the floor, who knows where else, but that's only a prelude. Not just because he answers her call in spades, but because he's soon going to join her in this bliss. Wasn't it so great to be with a friend like this? Wasn't it so great to be in...
Her jaw goes slack, her sounds reduced to scraggy rasps. She's his. Every inch of her. Outside. Inside. So full of him. So full of...
So warm. So hot. He's practically pressed up against her feverishly-beating heart--not just his spike, but his claim, too. Would they ever be separate again? Could they ever be more in... ]
I love...
[ ...this, is what she wanted to end that with. Or was it going to be ...you that ended it? He may never know, not unless he dips into her dizzied mind at that very moment. But she's been fucked so good, so hard, thrown into a heaven no human was ever meant to set foot in, and just as Icarus had to discover, flying too close to the sun has consequences. With one last happy, horrified whimper, her eyes roll up into her head and her body goes limp. For now, she's down for the count, face left twisted in pleasure from having this forbidden touch from an alien god.
Oh, how ecstatic it felt to be in love. ]
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She's such a big mess, and it's all because of him. His claim on her. Inside her. She's his... and he's hers. He'll have to clean her up again in the bath, and he's ready to take a bath with her like last night... Or maybe after she recovers. That's going to take a while. Though he expects her to shut down at some point, because he knows that it was too much for her, he still wants to hear her voice first. And he got that...
"I love..." What... What was it she's about to say.]
Monika...?
[Alas, it seems the wild pleasure has gotten to her. Still, he's curious about what she wanted to say. Surely, she meant she loves this moment they shared, right? If so, it gives him the confidence to do it again the next time in the future. But... he has a feeling she wanted to say something else? Because Soundwave felt something fiery and hot in her for a split second. So easy to enter her rattled mind and find the answer himself. But.... He decides against it. He doesn't know why. For some reason, he's afraid of knowing the answer. It's nonsensical why he feels afraid, but he is.
A strange feeling in swirling in him the more he stares down at his friend. A seed has been planted in him, one he's yet to recognized what it is.
Regardless, he needs to take care of Monika. So, Soundwave begins to pull out, slowly as to not overstimulate the sleeping beauty, and his spike leaves her a wet pop, allowing his gunk to flood out of her, onto the mattress and floor. Primus, he can even see the glow under her flesh and how much he came inside of her. It's.... unbelievable that they managed to do this without any terrible accidents.
His vents sigh. He's getting tired, and sleepy, too. That sex... No, lovemaking was so exhausting. It'll take a while for his body to get used to sex again, but... He didn't regret it one bit, especially when Monika enjoyed it? There is no need for guilt or regret.
Sighing once more, Soundwave joins her on the bed, his hand gently rub at her head as her limped body rolls to his side, then he slicks her hair back, before he gently lifts her up into an embrace, giving her forehead another 'kiss'. As he falls down on his back onto the mattress, he keeps his faceplate pressed against her head, as he whispers.]
Thank you... My sweet Monika.
[He'll stay with her. He'll keep her company for today and tomorrow and then the next. For as long as he had promised to her.
With that, his visor dulls, as he falls into slumber with his sweet dear lo-.... Friend.]