[The slap to his cheek gets a spray of blood and drool to spit out of his gritted teeth, coating her face and hair, and some falling back to his own face and matted hair.
Her hand shifting position to a new hold isn't any less uncomfortable and crushing then when she had both hands around his neck. Though it has him wheezing and gasping loudly. Then, a pain chocking cry leaves his bloody mouth next when his back is being raked. He could feel his skin being peeled and leaving bloody scratches behind him. Each rake has him cry and whimper. But of course, what word he manages to let out? "Don't--" "Stop--" "Monika--".]
Moni-- Mmph!
[It hurts. Monika effectively shushed him, but it hurts when she crashed onto his lips, making him whine in both pain and pleasure. Though he's expected no kindness whatsoever from Monika during this moment, so he has no other choice but to endure the pain from her lips pressing deeply onto his bleeding lips, sharing drool and his blood into her mouth, tongue too weak to move to dance along with her tongue... It's a good thing he doesn't need air to breathe.
Though it does mean she can get away with choking him for this long and still deprive him of air.
Perhaps, in the back of his mind, the rational part of him that's been silenced this entire time, is telling him that encouraging her like this is a terrible idea. Especially when she's already making this much damage and destruction to him? How much worse can she get? What new torture method will she use if she gets into this mood again? .... Will she actually kill him, if given the chance? These questions are fleeting in his mind as climax soon approaches.
Despite the injuries, the warnings blaring in his head, him nearly losing connection with his avatar, he manages to hit his climax at the same time as Monika. His entire body shivers hard, as spurts after spurts of thick pearly white cum filling her womb, then her passage, and overflowing out of the tight entrance of her pussy. Load after load continues to pump into her until it pools between his legs. It's so much more cum today than their first time, but not nearly as much as his real body had pumped into her.
Eventually as his climax comes to a close, he rests his head down, catching his breath even if . His vision is so blurry. He couldn't see much aside from a vague . Soon... Soon enough, he'll rematerialized his avatar and all evidence of all the brutality Monika will be gone. But not now. For now, there is a Monika lying on top of him.
His arms move to wrap around her twitching body and holds her close in his embrace, soft fingers running down her back to soothe her after all the rage and violence she released. As he slowly regains his consciousness, coming down from his high, his hearing re-focuses purely on Monika's breathing so to keep himself grounded. The people in the field and the rest of the world remains largely ignored.
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Her hand shifting position to a new hold isn't any less uncomfortable and crushing then when she had both hands around his neck. Though it has him wheezing and gasping loudly. Then, a pain chocking cry leaves his bloody mouth next when his back is being raked. He could feel his skin being peeled and leaving bloody scratches behind him. Each rake has him cry and whimper. But of course, what word he manages to let out? "Don't--" "Stop--" "Monika--".]
Moni-- Mmph!
[It hurts. Monika effectively shushed him, but it hurts when she crashed onto his lips, making him whine in both pain and pleasure. Though he's expected no kindness whatsoever from Monika during this moment, so he has no other choice but to endure the pain from her lips pressing deeply onto his bleeding lips, sharing drool and his blood into her mouth, tongue too weak to move to dance along with her tongue... It's a good thing he doesn't need air to breathe.
Though it does mean she can get away with choking him for this long and still deprive him of air.
Perhaps, in the back of his mind, the rational part of him that's been silenced this entire time, is telling him that encouraging her like this is a terrible idea. Especially when she's already making this much damage and destruction to him? How much worse can she get? What new torture method will she use if she gets into this mood again? .... Will she actually kill him, if given the chance? These questions are fleeting in his mind as climax soon approaches.
Despite the injuries, the warnings blaring in his head, him nearly losing connection with his avatar, he manages to hit his climax at the same time as Monika. His entire body shivers hard, as spurts after spurts of thick pearly white cum filling her womb, then her passage, and overflowing out of the tight entrance of her pussy. Load after load continues to pump into her until it pools between his legs. It's so much more cum today than their first time, but not nearly as much as his real body had pumped into her.
Eventually as his climax comes to a close, he rests his head down, catching his breath even if . His vision is so blurry. He couldn't see much aside from a vague . Soon... Soon enough, he'll rematerialized his avatar and all evidence of all the brutality Monika will be gone. But not now. For now, there is a Monika lying on top of him.
His arms move to wrap around her twitching body and holds her close in his embrace, soft fingers running down her back to soothe her after all the rage and violence she released. As he slowly regains his consciousness, coming down from his high, his hearing re-focuses purely on Monika's breathing so to keep himself grounded. The people in the field and the rest of the world remains largely ignored.
Still....
There's something else he wonders....
A question that may haunt him...
Too afraid to ask directly...
What was the sentence she left unfinished?]