[ She breathes out in satisfaction. Hearing him say her name like that sinks into her core and rekindles a different fire. Not that it ever went out. It's hard to keep any sort of fire from burning when he's around her.
Still. It's not enough, and she knows she can get more. It's just as she's suspected before--he likes this. He must if he lets her treat him this way. He's the only one in the resort that's allowed her to at such a level. Everyone else either fights back against her dominance, be it intentional or unintentional, or finds a way to overwhelm her before she can go too far. But not Soundwave. He's the only one that's seen this much of her awful true self and lived to tell the tale, so he's got that going for him, doesn't he?
Monika drops a little lower, kissing his mouth, dragging her teeth across his lower lip as she pulls away. Her mouth is left painted with a fresh coating of his glow, a touch of beauty to complement her uncomfortably unblinking stare. ]
You sound so good like this...
[ Abruptly, his neck is released, and she sits back up, taking her drenched thumb into her mouth and sucking his blood off. She's slow and meticulous about it, one finger after another following that, since he deserves an amazing show of what he can't have. If only he'd been more obedient!
The next act of the show begins when she pulls her dress over her head and tosses it aside, fully baring herself for him, emphasizing such with a long, languid stretch. Once she's finished, her head tilts with a smile that'd look downright innocent, if not for all she's done and continues to do. ]
Want some~?
[ She dangles the fingers of her still-bloodied hand near his lips, just for a few seconds. There's a giggle, then she draws them back, cupping one of her breasts and smearing the blood all over, focusing on her nipple in particular, sighing softly as her fingers swirl around it. If he wants to bait her, she can bait right back.
Her knees shift outward, pushing her weight into each bend of his arms, hoping to further lock them into place. Then, ever so slowly, she tilts forward, bringing her breasts closer to his face. And there they'll remain, hovering out of reach, until he gives more of what she wants to hear.
She giggles again, sharply punching one of his shoulders so he can't get too distracted. ]
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Still. It's not enough, and she knows she can get more. It's just as she's suspected before--he likes this. He must if he lets her treat him this way. He's the only one in the resort that's allowed her to at such a level. Everyone else either fights back against her dominance, be it intentional or unintentional, or finds a way to overwhelm her before she can go too far. But not Soundwave. He's the only one that's seen this much of her awful true self and lived to tell the tale, so he's got that going for him, doesn't he?
Monika drops a little lower, kissing his mouth, dragging her teeth across his lower lip as she pulls away. Her mouth is left painted with a fresh coating of his glow, a touch of beauty to complement her uncomfortably unblinking stare. ]
You sound so good like this...
[ Abruptly, his neck is released, and she sits back up, taking her drenched thumb into her mouth and sucking his blood off. She's slow and meticulous about it, one finger after another following that, since he deserves an amazing show of what he can't have. If only he'd been more obedient!
The next act of the show begins when she pulls her dress over her head and tosses it aside, fully baring herself for him, emphasizing such with a long, languid stretch. Once she's finished, her head tilts with a smile that'd look downright innocent, if not for all she's done and continues to do. ]
Want some~?
[ She dangles the fingers of her still-bloodied hand near his lips, just for a few seconds. There's a giggle, then she draws them back, cupping one of her breasts and smearing the blood all over, focusing on her nipple in particular, sighing softly as her fingers swirl around it. If he wants to bait her, she can bait right back.
Her knees shift outward, pushing her weight into each bend of his arms, hoping to further lock them into place. Then, ever so slowly, she tilts forward, bringing her breasts closer to his face. And there they'll remain, hovering out of reach, until he gives more of what she wants to hear.
She giggles again, sharply punching one of his shoulders so he can't get too distracted. ]
Apologize.