[ A growl is definitely a sound! She loves it, along with all the other sounds that follow. He may think he's doing a good job of resisting her, but she knows better (in her delulu mind). She feels like a goddess! Such heady power.
But, as always, whenever they battle, neither of them can ever seem to keep the advantage for long, trading it back and forth. The tide turns in favor of him when his fingers hit her wetness completely. Further still when he draws out more pain than ever with the harsh treatment of her breast, damaging some of the work the clinic had done to mend it. Then, the final blow...
Romance. ]
A-Ah...
[ Her face had already been flushed from their battle, but it seems to become a deeper red after he strikes her with some of the sweetest words she's ever heard. For others, it might seem like an awkward, clunky compliment, but to her? She's utterly touched on top of being left speechless. Well played, Soundwave. Power's back in your hands.
There are no protests to his insistence on an alternative to spiking. Instead, she kisses his thumb, then gently nuzzles against his palm. A silent thank you, since she can't voice it yet. She will soon enough, just not now.
She's forgetting to give his spike attention, too focused on his fingers and the wet sounds below, so different than the usual due to his metal. It's not long before she slips backward, supported only by his hand as two--no, three--fingers tease her. What a jerk! He knows what answer she'd give! The stifled cry she let out when he taunted her with a third finger was enough of a hint. It wasn't his spike, but it was scratching the itch just as well.
Her eyes shut. She gasps and whimpers, hips twitching from how much she craves more. Then, she holds up three fingers. He'd better not bully her for being unable to actually say it. He said she's beautiful! He can't be mean to her now! ]
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But, as always, whenever they battle, neither of them can ever seem to keep the advantage for long, trading it back and forth. The tide turns in favor of him when his fingers hit her wetness completely. Further still when he draws out more pain than ever with the harsh treatment of her breast, damaging some of the work the clinic had done to mend it. Then, the final blow...
Romance. ]
A-Ah...
[ Her face had already been flushed from their battle, but it seems to become a deeper red after he strikes her with some of the sweetest words she's ever heard. For others, it might seem like an awkward, clunky compliment, but to her? She's utterly touched on top of being left speechless. Well played, Soundwave. Power's back in your hands.
There are no protests to his insistence on an alternative to spiking. Instead, she kisses his thumb, then gently nuzzles against his palm. A silent thank you, since she can't voice it yet. She will soon enough, just not now.
She's forgetting to give his spike attention, too focused on his fingers and the wet sounds below, so different than the usual due to his metal. It's not long before she slips backward, supported only by his hand as two--no, three--fingers tease her. What a jerk! He knows what answer she'd give! The stifled cry she let out when he taunted her with a third finger was enough of a hint. It wasn't his spike, but it was scratching the itch just as well.
Her eyes shut. She gasps and whimpers, hips twitching from how much she craves more. Then, she holds up three fingers. He'd better not bully her for being unable to actually say it. He said she's beautiful! He can't be mean to her now! ]