[He knows she's unreasonable. She's selfish. She's lonely. She's kind. She's considerate. She's bratty. They've only know each other for a week in his perspective of time, but he's seen multiple facets of hers in such a short time. Oh, he's aware and it won't stop him from calling out anything he deems unreasonable. Even if simply saying 'please' is considered unreasonable to him.]
Khh-!!!
[What a fragile body, the avatar. Pain shoots throughout his body at the harder bite. Thankfully, he has high tolerance for pain, and he did ask for a hard bite. Besides, a bite is hardly a life-threatening thing, so he welcomes it. He got what he wanted, and she gets to hear the hisses and moans of pain mixing in with pleasure. A squirt of his blood grazes her cheek when her teeth pierces through his fragile flesh. Such a terribly big bite. Though his eyes are closed shut, he can feel the warm blood oozing out of him, and so much is being let out. At least they have tissues to wipe away the glowing purple painting her lips and chin.
He doesn't care if she leaves mark on him. He can just re-materialize the avatar once they're done with this, and any and all evidence of injuries she inflicted on this body will be gone. It's not like with tearing the holomatter clothes apart where he'll have to take some tie to generate a new one. He already has a clean base for his current avatar.
Much as he'd like to give back as much as he receive, Monika won't receive any marks on her for now. Her dress, though it may be ruined and soaked from her juices, will not be able to hide the marks on her skin. How considerate of him, really.
The tensing body, the rises of her trembling hips, and his arm having to use a bit more force to get his fingers in and out of her clutches while following her hips rising and falling, as if he's completely in tune with her body. She's getting closer and closer to her climax. He can tell, and he'll turn up the pace of his rough thrusting one final time.
When she yanks his head back by pulling his hair, there's a flash of pain flitting across his face, before he maintains the stoic, expressionless look on the avatar's face, albeit with a tinge of pain from air stinging his fresh wound and a red flush on his cheeks. Ah, of course. Of course, his sweet muffin would want him to beg to get anything from her. She's lucky he likes her.
His fingers are wedged inside her deep, feeling her convulsing inner flesh squeezing around his digits during the orgasm. But it won't stop him from pulling his arm back. Then, he resumes fucking her pussy with his fingers through her orgasm and torturing her clit with rapid flicking, welcoming more of her essence to drench his hand and his jacket though the inner sleeve catching more of her juices than the outer sleeve. With her teeth sinking into his tender flesh once more, it may carry the risk of her biting down harder on him, but he welcomes it, no matter how much blood is being spilled out of him.
He's not in the middle of an orgasm himself, though watching her does make his throbbing cock leak pre onto the picnic blanket, creating a tiny puddle of clear, sticky essence, so he can speak to her.
He can't be begging to her in public. It's humiliating. Although he knows that is the point, to humiliate and degrade, but it is a hundred times worse to do so in a public space than it is in a private room. Thankfully, Monika's ear is close to his lips, so he whisper the words clearly into her ear.]
Please, Lord Monika. Please grant me this request, there's nothing more i want. I want to eat your... [.....] pussy.
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Khh-!!!
[What a fragile body, the avatar. Pain shoots throughout his body at the harder bite. Thankfully, he has high tolerance for pain, and he did ask for a hard bite. Besides, a bite is hardly a life-threatening thing, so he welcomes it. He got what he wanted, and she gets to hear the hisses and moans of pain mixing in with pleasure. A squirt of his blood grazes her cheek when her teeth pierces through his fragile flesh. Such a terribly big bite. Though his eyes are closed shut, he can feel the warm blood oozing out of him, and so much is being let out. At least they have tissues to wipe away the glowing purple painting her lips and chin.
He doesn't care if she leaves mark on him. He can just re-materialize the avatar once they're done with this, and any and all evidence of injuries she inflicted on this body will be gone. It's not like with tearing the holomatter clothes apart where he'll have to take some tie to generate a new one. He already has a clean base for his current avatar.
Much as he'd like to give back as much as he receive, Monika won't receive any marks on her for now. Her dress, though it may be ruined and soaked from her juices, will not be able to hide the marks on her skin. How considerate of him, really.
The tensing body, the rises of her trembling hips, and his arm having to use a bit more force to get his fingers in and out of her clutches while following her hips rising and falling, as if he's completely in tune with her body. She's getting closer and closer to her climax. He can tell, and he'll turn up the pace of his rough thrusting one final time.
When she yanks his head back by pulling his hair, there's a flash of pain flitting across his face, before he maintains the stoic, expressionless look on the avatar's face, albeit with a tinge of pain from air stinging his fresh wound and a red flush on his cheeks. Ah, of course. Of course, his sweet muffin would want him to beg to get anything from her. She's lucky he likes her.
His fingers are wedged inside her deep, feeling her convulsing inner flesh squeezing around his digits during the orgasm. But it won't stop him from pulling his arm back. Then, he resumes fucking her pussy with his fingers through her orgasm and torturing her clit with rapid flicking, welcoming more of her essence to drench his hand and his jacket though the inner sleeve catching more of her juices than the outer sleeve. With her teeth sinking into his tender flesh once more, it may carry the risk of her biting down harder on him, but he welcomes it, no matter how much blood is being spilled out of him.
He's not in the middle of an orgasm himself, though watching her does make his throbbing cock leak pre onto the picnic blanket, creating a tiny puddle of clear, sticky essence, so he can speak to her.
He can't be begging to her in public. It's humiliating. Although he knows that is the point, to humiliate and degrade, but it is a hundred times worse to do so in a public space than it is in a private room. Thankfully, Monika's ear is close to his lips, so he whisper the words clearly into her ear.]
Please, Lord Monika. Please grant me this request, there's nothing more i want. I want to eat your... [.....] pussy.