[ The bottle's rising again, poised to strike another time. There have been moments where she'd been struggling to keep hold on the smooth glass, as much as his blood has coated it. It hasn't stopped her. She'll hit and hit and hit...
An eyebrow lifts, and she tilts her head, each action almost robotic while she digests this inquiry. The request seems to go through eventually, and she throws the bottle aside. The cork goes flying as the pressure inside finally violently explodes, champagne spraying across the bed of flowers. Monika laughs, deep and low, tilting her head back and bathing, basking, breathing in the scent of his blood with each heavy breath. How many times was she going to be absolutely drenched in him like this? Not nearly enough so far.
Her head lowers, and her gaze returns to his face. Some signs of life have returned to her eyes. Just enough to keep her from succumbing completely to the throes of insanity.
Inside? She's never felt so alive. ]
Good boy.
[ She drops onto her knees after purring her praise, her smile some facsimile of loving and soft. Their hips slot together, and he'll easily feel how damn wet she is when she pushes herself against his cock.
Softly, lovingly, one of her hands strokes his broken face, marveling at her work as she marvels at him. He's acted his part incredibly well, no matter how fake his fear may be. ]
no subject
An eyebrow lifts, and she tilts her head, each action almost robotic while she digests this inquiry. The request seems to go through eventually, and she throws the bottle aside. The cork goes flying as the pressure inside finally violently explodes, champagne spraying across the bed of flowers. Monika laughs, deep and low, tilting her head back and bathing, basking, breathing in the scent of his blood with each heavy breath. How many times was she going to be absolutely drenched in him like this? Not nearly enough so far.
Her head lowers, and her gaze returns to his face. Some signs of life have returned to her eyes. Just enough to keep her from succumbing completely to the throes of insanity.
Inside? She's never felt so alive. ]
Good boy.
[ She drops onto her knees after purring her praise, her smile some facsimile of loving and soft. Their hips slot together, and he'll easily feel how damn wet she is when she pushes herself against his cock.
Softly, lovingly, one of her hands strokes his broken face, marveling at her work as she marvels at him. He's acted his part incredibly well, no matter how fake his fear may be. ]
Tell me what you want. You've earned it.