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TDM 03
【 Hello, dearest guests. We hope you have been enjoying your time in the Golden Peacock and utilizing our many amenities.
Reception would like all guests to be aware that some new arrivals have been misplaced. Due to the nature of the resort, new arrivals may have been misplaced in unexpected locations. This includes your personal suites. We are very sorry for this inconvenience.
Please do not be alarmed if you come across a misplaced new arrival. We kindly request that any guests that find a misplaced new arrival escort them to the main hub, where we have arranged a central meetup where all new arrivals can claim their complimentary robes and welcome baskets.
All guests are invited to come mingle at the main hub and meet new arrivals. As always, we hope you have a pleasant day! 】
DEALER'S CHOICE
STEVE, WHERE DID YOU PUT THE NEW ARRIVALS?
The Golden Peacock has swept away the hues of winter and welcomed vibrant pops of color for a change of pace. Gone are the snow whites and cool golds. Vases of bright florals have been staged all throughout the general hubs and hallways. Statues have been cheekily decorated with bright clothes, such as charming hats and billowing dresses with cheerful prints. This peacock has cleaned up nicely, its brilliant feathers shaking with a warm palette to please the senses.
Staff are bustling during the decor turnover. While some diligent employees are steadfastly decorating the hallways with sprawling vines and spectacular blooms, others are darting back and forth in search of something. Or rather — someone. Several someones. Front reception is in an outright panic while flying over the phones and furiously slamming their hands on keyboards.
"Steve, I know you're new, but you can't just press any button that pops up on the computer screen! The new arrivals are supposed to go into temporary suites." Deborah, the head receptionist, sighs, "Now who knows where they are. I hope they're okay... I'm sure they're quite confused, wherever they wound up. Steve, stop crying. The house won't fire you for this. Probably. How's your resume looking?"
In the end, Steve didn't get fired. But he did get reassigned to trash duty.
FLORAL RIOT
A STRIKE OF COLOR
【 🌸🌸🌸 Come experience new floral delights! Prepare to be ravished by a symphony of color and aroma. Romance, love, and pleasure all await within corridors of beauty. 🌸 🌸 🌸 】
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
SMOKY NECTAR
DRIBBLE OF SWEETNESS
The conservatory is even busier than the gardens. Unlike the easygoing staff in the garden, employees in the conservatory are busy zooming to and fro with brooms while trying to get a handle on the unexpectedly huge amount of pollen. From flowers, from trees — so much pollen. The ground is coated and the air is thick. Several long-standing guests visiting the area have fallen into sneezing fits. Even with cleaning efforts to mitigate the build-up, the pollen becomes thicker as the weeks go on. Staff eventually give up on trying to sweep it away.
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
PETAL-STAINED LIPS
A BLOOMING DISEASE
👩🦰 "Hack hack, hack hack... what do you mean, 'please cover my mouth when I cough'? I'm a rank nine. Nine! You can't tell me what to do. Now, clean up this mess. I've been coughing up flower petals all day." 👩🦰
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
PROMPT NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Arrival, The Bathroom Button: Multiple versions of arrival are possible. Characters may be flushed down the toilet or tub to wake up in several different locations across the resort.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
OOC NOTES
BLANKET CW: Altered States; Aphrodisiacs; Body Horror (potential); Dubcon; Illnesses; Medical Play; NSFW Language; Paranormal; Somnophilia; Sex Pollen; Sex Toys
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance. Your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's April event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Current characters posting to the TDM should note they are currently in-game in the subject line.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game, the thread will not be applicable toward rewards as that character would not have a card value.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
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[He shrugs his shoulders. Also, he heard that, yeah. Soundwave doesn't point that out. However, he does let out a satisfied huff over that single victory. After everything she's put him through, he's going to bask in it, no matter how small it seems.
But he does have something to say something about her hurrying him up.]
Someone's in a hurry. Losing patience?
[So desperate for his spike, isn't she? Well, that's something that's already been established ever since she groped his crotch plate earlier. But alright, he'll hurry up. He'll jog towards their designated location in mind.
And sooner rather than later, they finally reach the Vale. His spike still fully erect, and visibly throbbing with want since she last touched him. Ugh, he should really find a place quick, otherwise he'd look as desperate as Monika outwardly! Soundwave is about to put Monika back down on the ground, but he pauses mid-crouch, then gingerly tilts his head down to her.]
Do you still want to be in my arms? ... While we look for a.... Secluded spot?
[He snugs her closer to his chest.]
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[ She's embarrassed, okay! Stop being so meeeeean! And, more importantly, no basking in victories! Only she can bask in victories!
He's not helping with her annoyance when he does more basking at her expense. For that, he's getting the super bratty side of her, as a treat. ]
Maybe you're getting slow in your old age, you ancient asshole!
[ Oooh, such a burn. She shuts up once he finally gets a move on, though. While he's not flying, all the bouncing, plus a level of speed she's not used to, isn't any better. Something something "be careful what you wish for"...
He's tamed the brat fully when they enter the Vale. She's excited to finally be there, sure, but also it's fascinating on its own. Another taste of nature, even if it's mostly artificial like it had been before. With enough imagination...she can pretend she's on Earth with her best friend.
For now, it's easy to continue ignoring the elephant-sized spike in the room, especially when he offers to keep holding her. That gets him a tiny smile, then she leans up to give his faceplate a quick peck. ]
I...like being in your arms. A lot.
[ Almost used the bad L-word there. Oops. She covers it up with another kiss, then gives him a fond look as she rests her cheek against him. That, and smudges a bit more leftover lube over his chest, but that's not a big deal. ]
It makes this kind of romantic.
[ Doesn't use the L-word. Throws out one just as bad. How logical. ]
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The sight is certainly pretty. He's not sure if he could say the sight is breathtaking, knowing this was all artificial, but... It doesn't matter. No matter where he is, so long as he's with his close friend, it's bound to be a pleasant time.
Soundwave is doing an incredible job ignoring the stares, whispers, and awe from all the people around him. So long as neither is pointing out his throbbing spike, he can pretend as if everything is normal.
Instead, Monika hits him with the soft admittance there, hearing her say she likes being in his arms and that it makes this romantic. On top of that, the sweet, little pecks she gives and the fond look on her face. Somehow, his flushed faceplate appears bluer than before.]
Ah... Right. It does make it romantic.
[What he is even saying... Primus, that fluttering in his tank. It's back. If he wasn't holding Monika, he'd hold a hand over his churning stomach.
No, no. Focus. He needs to calm down, and calm his spike down, as well.
With an awkward cough in his vocalizer, Soundwave marches further into the Vale and looks for a spot where they can be off in their own little world. Eventually, he finds an empty treehouse. That looks sturdy enough to hold him. Maybe. Hopefully. With a warning that he's going to fly again, he activates his boosters and slowly floats up to the treehouse, being thoughtful as to not give Monika nausea.
Gently, he sets Monika down first, before he joins her, needing to once again duck his head to enter through the doorway. Primus, this dumb place and its small doorways. As expected with this resort, the place looks luxurious and extravagant. There's furniture and even a large bed for people to sleep on or to be used for certain activities. Really, it looks like a place someone could live, here.
His vents huff, and looks down to his still hardened spike.]
You should remove your clothes, Monika... [No, he's not asking that because he's a big perv or anything like it. He doesn't want to ruin her clothes! It's for practical reason she should be naked, and they could continue on their.... friend date without needing to go back to her suite for a change of clothes.]
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Once they've landed, she can finally breathe normally again. She's vaguely getting used to the sensation of flying, but she's firmly decided it's nothing whimsical like her poem. She...may need to make a few edits. On the bright side, his attempts to keep her from getting sick are successful and highly appreciated.
After she's set down, she takes some time to remember how to stand, stumbling over to a wall to hold it while that happens. It gives her time to get a look at their temporary hideaway. It's better than she imagined, really. Is it the environment, though, or is it who she's with? Again, she finds herself smiling as he ducks in and walks around the room. ]
Ahaha, you perv~
[ He opened himself up for that joke! He should've explained his reasoning! She gets what he's saying, though. How thoughtful of him!
With a wink, she turns her back to him and pulls off her clothes, eventually leaving nothing but her bra and panties. Just as she's about to remove them too, however, she pauses to think, then only removes her bra. If she's going to be good, she has to remove temptation and keep the panties on. There'll be no attempts to put anything inside if the forbidden zone remains covered!
She smooths her ponytail and turns back his way, stepping closer to him. ]
It's interesting how you can stay at attention for so long... [ His spike gets a tiny poke. ] I bet all those people we walked past are so jealous~
[ Good. That spike is hers. ]
Well? Gonna get yourself comfortable~?
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Instead of getting himself comfortable, Soundwave watches Monika as she undresses. He's not sure why he feels so... captivated watching her simply removing her own clothes. It wasn't like she's giving him a slow strip tease or anything.
He's... slightly surprise that Monika is wearing a bra and panties today. Unless he's imagining thing, she wasn't wearing a bra yesterday, and given how, er.... thirsty she was for his spike, he figures she'd skipped on wearing any underwear today. Soundwave doesn't want to point that out loud, otherwise he might be unfairly labelled a perv by her! He's not the type to wonder if his friend is wearing underwear or not today!
Ignoring that embarrassing thought, it's a good idea on Monika's part to keep the panties on. While he may be able to resist better than Monika, that doesn't mean he's entirely immune to temptation. He'll give the spiking she deserves later.]
And I wonder who was responsible for that? [If not for her sloppy and terrible attempt at a handjob and blowjob and how beautiful and pretty and hot and sexy she looks--] I am willing to believe there were people who are jealous of your position. I am.... surprised others may be interested though, but... you are the only one who matters to me who gets to touch it.
[That's as close he'll ever get to admitting his true feelings. She does matter a lot to him. That aside, who knew they were others who may be crazy enough to try and approach him, likely for a touch or a spiking. At least now Monika could be at ease knowing she isn't the only one with the crazy label on! .... If he ever said that out loud.
Anyway, he'll get himself comfortable. Soundwave finds a good spot to sit down and lean his back against a wall, before beckoning her to come nearer with a single finger. When she's close, his hand daintily holds her hand while the other reaches for her bare breasts, giving them the lightest of squeeze.]
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...It's fine if he keeps wondering. Sensing him staring was its own jolt of excitement, plus one heck of an ego boost. (As if she needs more of those.) He has her almost wishing she'd taken more time to undress. Working him up is a hobby she never knew she needed in her life. ]
It's not my fault~ [ It's her fault. ] Most people I know don't stay turned on for ages without aphro involved...
[ Most people she knows also aren't giant alien mechs, so maybe she can't comment on his spike behavior. But then comes another spike-centered ego boost: being told she's superior to others. Her smirk as she takes his hand has a hint of her hidden crazy, but it's only a brief flash. By the time he's touching her, it's shifted into something softer. ]
You always find the best ways to make me feel so special, Soundwave.
[ And ways to immediately test her resolve, because no matter how light his squeezes are, they're intoxicating. She's one to talk about things being at attention, considering how hard her nipples are. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment as her knees go weak and she ends up leaning into him enough that she has to catch herself before she can fall. Oops.
She giggles at herself, placing her free hand on his and encouraging more squeezes. There's more to it than stealing some pleasure. It's keeping her from leaping forward and truly living up to her crazy label. Spike her spike her SPIKE HER!
Soon. Soon. She can be patient. Hopefully. ]
Maybe that's why I can't get enough of you.
[ Much like that sp--NO. Well, yes. She gets the spike, but only in the not unconsciousness-inducing way. So sad! How will she ever overcome this struggle? By seeing if it's possible to unhinge her jaw, that's how!
Her eyes meet his visor, then he gets another flash of that unhinged smile while she makes the usual awkward attempt to interlock their fingers. Then, eager as ever, she pushes past his hand on her chest, attaching her lips to the tip of his spike, moaning against the metal. He's denied her this long. It's time to take what she wants.
She'll claim what no one else can. ]
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[Well, even for a mechanical lifeform, the spike will soften on its own during his jog to the Vale. Just that, despite all his words, his mind is filled with Monika and the things they could do... Which he'll still blame her for instilling all that on him by being desperate for his spike! She got him worked up! But Monika doesn't need to know any of what's floating in his mind earlier.
With his large hand, he's able to grope both her breasts and gives them light massages and squeezes as per her encouragement. It may not have been a long while since he . Seeing her become weak on the knees at the mere press of his hand on her urges him to tease her more. His thumb finds one of her hardened nipple and gives her a few harsh flicks, before rapidly flicking it over and over. Good thing his hand on is there to help prevent a fall.]
I could say the same... I can't get enough of you. Because you made me feel the same way.
[Both have the same desire towards each other. Both couldn't get enough of each other. It's a perfect combination for perhaps a day long of nothing but lovemaking... BUT--- He must be the responsible one of the two. They have a plan for today. While he trusts her to be able to control herself, allowing Monika to have her ways too much may have his spike be inside her.
There's something in her smile.. Unhinged as it may be, but he also finds it... Captivating. Beautiful. It lacks any of the softness she's shown during her gentle self, or the dumb grin when being bratty. If anything, it sort of reminds him of that deranged smile she made back at the flower field yesterday and when she's straddling on top of him, dominating him..... The look of someone who's claiming what is entirely hers.
His body trembles whole and his spike throbs when her lips meet the tip, leaking a bead of pre on the tip as a little treat for Monika. Such a light touch, yet it brings out a visible bodily reaction from him. Is his spike truly that spike after millions of years unused, or maybe because it's Monika?
Once she successfully interlocks their fingers, as best they could with their size difference, he gives her hand another light squeeze. Then, he leans his head down and raises said hand up to plant a "kiss" on her backhand.
The narrow tip may be easy enough to wrap her lips around, but if her mouth descends further, she may find it increasingly challenging. No matter how one may cut it, his spike is clearly huge, and any attempt she may made to get pass his tip would be difficult. After all, it is like trying to swallow something that's nearly as big as her own fist inside her mouth.
Concern would fill Soundwave, but he also doesn't want to ruin the moment. So, as his hand moves away from her breasts, he pats the top of her head then moves down to back and gently coaxes her head down, encouraging her to try and... fit as much of him as she could. However, he highly doubts that she's able to go past his head.]
Claim me with your mouth, Monika.
[That's all he'll say. He won't stop her from doing what she wants, within reasons-- he's already barred Monika from getting his spike in her. But he's here to remind her to not hurt herself.]
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There's nothing quite like watching and feeling him react to her. No doubt about it, she loves to do this to people, to watch them squirm and shiver at the things she does, regardless of if her actions were good or bad. With him? His size makes it all the more obvious. She can feel everything rock her to the core, no matter how small his reactions. Her hand twitches in his holding hers, so tempted to yank it away and reach into her panties to join him in being pleasured. If only she didn't need her other hand for his spike! What a jerk, forcing her to focus on making him feel good!
She makes a whimpery noise when his hand shifts to her head, mostly because it means one avenue of pleasure is cut off. Another pleasure replaces it quickly, however. The press of his hand is more insistent than she's used to from him. Outside of that cursed elevator ride, he's generally been so gentle, mostly because she figures he fears hurting her. This change? Exciting. As she's learned during his absence, she loves that eagerness and insistence. It's a sign someone needs her, wants her, can't get enough. How many ego boosts is she going to get in the span of a few minutes?
At last, her free hand joins her mouth on his spike. Her small fingers dance teasingly across his slicked metal, up and down. A few more noises escape her, mainly from the struggle of fitting him in her mouth and her determination to keep shoving him further in. Some of the precum that'd leaked out slips out past her lips, but she quickly turns her head to assure she gets every drop. Then, it's back to trying to claim him as deeply as possible, her tongue pulsing against him with every attempt to bring him closer to her throat. Maybe this'll be the time she at least fits his entire tip inside!
...Probably not, but nothing's going to stop her from trying. If she's fully taken a human dick, a Cybertronian one will be no sweat! ]
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Don't... Push yourself too hard.
[That's really the only fussy reminder she'll get. Otherwise? His hand on the back of her head gently pats and rubs her for every little centimeters she managed to get his tip into her mouth, no matter how little it may seem, encouraging her to take him deeper as much as she's able. As a small reward. she'll get a taste of his precum squirting onto her tongue.
Soon enough, he'll abandon her head to go back to teasing her nipples. His hand gently grasping her hand abandons it too for her nipple, allowing her to do whatever she so wishes with that freed hand.
His metallic fingers gives her nipple some light flicking. Then they press against her hardened nub, pressing up and deeper until he can feel his fingertip engulfed and swallowed in the softness of her mounds. His vents sigh, then he moves his digits in a circular motion around her nipples before engulfing her entire chest with his hands, giving her a stronger but not so harsh squeeze. Only fair she's getting some form of pleasure to her own body too, especially when he'll likely to deny attention to what's behind her panties.
Plus, though they've only experienced each other this way once, he's gotten a little confident with his touches to at least allow some stronger squeezes. But for the most part, he'll try the gentle approach and anything more than gentle is simply a small piece of reward for Monika.
And there's nothing more fun than to watch his partner's reaction to his own teasing.]
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Except...human anatomy, probably. She's not so lucky this time to have her body magically contour itself to him, something she still can't wrap her mind around. Will it happen again when they do what she really wants? Maybe she should insist on the virtual reality pods...?
Later worry! For now, she has to do--what was that thing again?--oh right, breathe. Once he starts focusing on her breasts again, she has to pull her mouth back to gulp down air, exhaling hot, heavy breaths over the tip of his spike. Whimpers soon slip into her panting, blending in with all the bird calls outside. Ahh, to be one with nature. ]
Harder...
[ She manages to mutter that before moving back in and dragging her tongue along his spike, licking up what bits of soft glow remained. She returns to drawing her hand up and down his shaft too, and now that her other hand's free? It's time to grant herself a little pleasure of her own. Her fingers push aside the seat of her panties and stroke her clit almost immediately. It'll help warm her up for his spiiiiicy touches! Yes, those!
There's another whimper, but it's because of her internal struggle. At least she feels great, giving pleasure, getting pleasure. Her lower body begins to rub against his spike from her knees going weak again as he lavishes her chest in so much overwhelming attention. Now, he just needs to pick her up, as she's mentally given him permission, then slowly lower her onto his spiiiiiritual leg! It's a very holy leg!
Sigh. Resisting temptation is so hard. She'll go back to attempting to swallow up his spike's tip, making more noise this time around. There's a lot going on, and it feels amazing. Oh, and for all that teasing he's been trying to do? She'll do it back by flicking her tongue around, hoping to find some very sensitive spots. Squirm, you sexy bot! ]
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No no NO! He better not be thinking about her pussy at this moment! Out of the two, he should be better at resisting the temptation. The soothing sound of nature outside should calm him, as well as the noises she makes while attempting to deepthroat his large tip. Though that mostly raises the arousal.
Having a larger body is proving itself to be quite the difficult task. Not just for Monika, but him as well. Mainly in the form of how to touch her breasts without potentially harming her. How much harder could he get away with without injuring her, how to better grasp her breasts, should he try to just stay gentle....? There's also the wound she just freshly patched up earlier to worry about, not wanting to worsen the injury while it heals.
Her other breast will be getting much more attention, and so he gives that mound some hard squeezing, using her breast as if it's a stress ball. In the end, he grants her request for harder.
But don't worry! While he won't be giving the same groping treatment to her wounded breast, he can give attention to her nipple instead. Back to it, it seems. He'll be just as hard with her erect nub as he is being with her breast. He pinches her nipple between his metal index and thumb. Again, considerate to not be harsh but still enough to make her feel a bit of sting, as he grinds the nub between his fingers and then gives it a firm pulls.
Another tremble, another gulp of air through the vents and a sputter as she works on his throbbing spike. It's so clear he's struggling to not show a big reaction, but failing to do so with these trembling he can't stop. Primus, using her lower body to rub against him. Cheater......
Despite it all, Soundwave continues with his own struggle until...]
N-ngh....
[Monika is lucky enough on her first to flick of her tongue to hit one of his most sensitive spot, on the underside. A strong shiver rises up and down his exospine, arches his body, and his shoulders tense before he relaxes with a long sigh of his vents. He squirms!
And that's the first proper noise she's gotten out of him. Not much is coming out of his vocalizer until that point. That part he's trying his damn best to go back to not let anything escape, but other than that, he's squirming from Monika's touches.]
More... [And he wants her to make him squirm for her.]
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Complaining can't happen just yet. He is getting rougher with the uninjured breast, and the pinches to the nipple on her injured one are satisfying her request perfectly. She shivers and squirms plenty enough for the both of them as the pain melts into pleasurable stinging. If only she could convince him to move one of his hands lower and take over with stroking her clit. Even better, he could use his fingers as mini spikes, fucking into her good and deep without worries.
Oh.
She's, ah. She's not rubbing her clit anymore. Not directly. She's instead grinding against the lower half of his spike now. Oops? Pay it no mind! He's feeling good, isn't he? And she's found a great spot to focus on! He can't complain if the spike isn't inside of her!
Besides, with that hand unhindered again, she can stroke all sides of him, pulling out more of his squirms. It's also no surprise that she keeps attacking the sensitive part of his spike with rapid flicks of her tongue, shifting to close her mouth entirely over that, managing a few snickers as she does so. More, he asks, so more he gets. In fact...
Another snicker, then she wraps a leg around the lower half of his spike, something that allows her to grind more of her soft skin against him. Again, he's not inside of her, and she's making no attempts to change that! He can't complain, not even about whatever mess she gets on her. After all, she took off her clothes as requested. He can't say a single solitary thing about what she's doing!
But he can squirm. He can make more noises. He can show her the things no one else gets to see. She won't be happy until she gets everything. ]
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She already has him squirming with her tongue on his sensitive spot, the bio-light of his spike gradually glowing brighter, and nearly gets his noise to escape. It's enough to make him pause on his own work on her breasts, though he knows he's doing a disservice to Monika. Soundwave wants to take it the small sensation of her tongue lapping over his sensitive spot and her lower body grinding against him...
Wait
Her entire lower body--!!!]
Monika, you-- Aa-ngh--
[A moan nearly escape and he almost immediately clamps his vocalizer shut into a whimper. This cheeky brat! To think she'd go as far as grinding her soft skin on him.... He's said nothing against doing that, and it's little infuriating! And how incredibly good it feels against his sensitive spike, also. Combined with her mouth and tongue insistent attack on his sensitive spot, it's expected she'll get Soundwave squirming in place easily, struggling to contain his mouth and leaving whimpers. Oh, and those electronic-like popping noises he made back then? It's back. But hey that does mean he's giving her a harsher squeeze to her breast and nipple during his struggle. Though his grope does soften up and he instead bounces the uninjured breast on his palm.
Fine. He'll let her grind herself on him, if she wants. He's said nothing about her not being able to do that, even if she's going to make a mess smearing herself with all that thick, sticky lubricant on her. Gosh, she'll have to take a shower later if they're going to continue with their friend date.
His hand abandons her uninjured breast while the other continues to pull and twist on her nipple. Said hand slides down her curve to her backside, and then presses her hips more against his spike. Guess he's encouraging her to grind more?
But then his fingers sneaks right under between her legs and presses two large fingers against her pussy. There, they've said nothing about using his fingers on her, right? So long as there's no spiking happening, they should be good. And maybe she wouldn't have sore legs if he plunges his fingers inside her.]
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No. Of course not. She knows he likes it. Like-loves it, even! This knowledge only worsens her behavior. Someday, it'll fully sink in for him that she sincerely enjoys being a jerk more than he ever does. Also, her jerkishness? Quite intentional. So, she has to make this worse, right? ]
Haha. What? Did you say something...?
[ He's obviously trying to keep quiet. What a dummy! Who's around to hear them? Who's going to judge, the birds? If anything, she's owed noises from him for how much he's made her suffer by denying some spiking. Her pleasure's becoming almost an afterthought, her determination to tease him into oblivion taking over. That is, until he moves one of his hands.
Monika freezes, then more sounds than she was already making crawl up and out of her throat, and she wraps both arms around his spike as if that'll keep her from tipping backwards. Who knows--it might, as big as it is. Really, though, is he a mind reader? Are they that in sync? This must be a sign of how well he knows her...
Caught up in fresh new pleasure, she looks up at his visor, imagining she's staring into the two "eyes" she saw before. The metal against her folds feels hotter than ever, and she's finding it difficult to choose which to press herself against more. His spike? His fingers? She moans, again and again, making a bigger mess of herself when more of her body falls against him. Did he think she was going to come out of this without making a mess? How optimistic of him.
She needs to work on breathing again, so she shifts focus to using her hands while her mouth and jaw get a short respite. His sensitive spot gets plenty of attention, of course, but now she can try to find others with her deft fingers, poking and prodding, swirling and tapping. And once she's vaguely got the brain power again, her grinding gets harder and faster, warring with his metal fingers while they're toying with her cunt. He is not staying quiet. She refuses to let it happen, especially when those popping noises have returned. She knows what those mean. ]
Does this mean you want to make love to me now~?
[ The respite means she can fully talk again. (With a tiny lisp from how numb her lips have gotten, but that's nothing to worry about.) He won't mind it if it means she can tease him in her favorite way. If it makes him retaliate with harder squeezing? Bonus! ]
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Basking over the sound she made ends up being short-lived, as Monika hugging his spike gets another powerful, tingling shiver running down his body and yet again more stifling of his own noises. With a long huff of his vents, he looks down at her eyes. His spike throbs against her, and his fingers rub against her folds before he digs his hand under her panties, huffing a satisfied sound at her warm, wet pussy.
He wonders how much easily her pussy may slide on his spi--- Nope, no. Not thinking that!
Of course her words get to him easily. The tease earns a firmer pull of her nipple and then a harsh squeeze on her injured breast. There, she liked that, doesn't she? But soon, her nipple and breast gets a break, as his hand goes to tilt Monika's chin up with his finger, thumb brushing over her bottom lips, coaxing her eyes to stay on his visor. Then, he answers a question she asked earlier.]
You... are the most beautiful human I've met. That is what I wanted to say.
[Because calling someone bratty isn't the most romantic thing, right? No matter how much that label should rightfully be used on her! As for wanting to make love..... Alright, he'll admit that it's actually difficult to resist the temptation to make love with Monika. But! He'll find a compromise.]
Yes, but not in our...typical way.
[And what does he mean with that? Well, he's prodding her with his fingers, of course. That should be enough to tell how they are going to make love right at this moment, in this treehouse. No spiking! Only fingering!]
Two, or... three? [Fingers, he means. He presses two digit against her wet pussy first, then three fingers before going back to two, deliberately teasing her with a bigger option. Hmmm, he can't decide himself.]
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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! ]
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His hand stays on her cheek to let her nuzzle on it some more, fingers giving her soft scritches on her cheek, along her jaw, under her chin.]
You're welcome.
[She doesn't need to say it. He can sense the appreciation from her. Her non-verbal answer gets a pleased hum out of his vents.]
I knew that would be your answer.
[And it wasn't because he read her mind. He just... Knew she would like for it too be that big. After all, it's the closest she'll get to something that's the size of his spike and she doesn't hide it that's what she wanted. To think he knows what she may be thinking without dwelling into her mind.... Is he that in sync with her?
Nevertheless, he finally gives Monika what she wants. He fingers press against hers mound, one finger rubs slowly against her outer lips in a slow growing pressure. To ease up her muscles so to grant him an easier entrance. Then, Three fingers, each digit larger than two of her dainty digits, presses against her entrance, prodding and prodding until all three are in.
There isn't any need to rush. And hopefully Monika isn't hoping for him to immediately start rough and plunge her in and out. Slow and steady, his fingers dig deep into Monika's pussy until it's impossible to go any deeper when she hits his knuckles. His fingers scissor her, pressing against her inner muscle, to pull more of her sweet voice.
His three fingers combined may not be able to beat the length of his spike? But the width? It's close enough to the real thing.
His hand on her cheek drops down to her neck, rubbing and tickling her nape gently. Then his hand smooths down to her upper arm and gently pulls her until her breasts are pressed against his throbbing spike.]
How do... My fingers feel? [He asks, fingers scissoring her inside once again, and his hand returning to cup at her cheek.]
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She begins panting again once he uses that heady power he's stolen, pressing his fingers in bit by bit. The tease to her lips, then one, two, three. Her hands slam against the glass of his chest, quickly slipping lower from how slick they are. She moans loudly enough that some nearby birds fly away, squawking with distress. If she had her mind about her, she'd have laughed about it. There's only one mech lingering there in her head, however. Always giving her everything she wants. ]
Heaven...
[ She has to say that, since he can't read her mind, right? Because it's true. She moans loudly again as his fingers spread and jolt her with the same kind of pleasure his spike so wonderfully gives. And, as a sign of how firmly he's holding the power, she doesn't protest being pulled forward to squish her breasts around his spike. He can do whatever he wants. It's what she wants.
Well, as long as he does one more thing. ]
Can you--can you say it again?
[ He almost doesn't have to move her breasts, each heavy breath making them lightly rub up and down his spike. That's joined by every hard twitch of her entire body from his fingers shifting inside of her. ]
Tell me I'm beautiful...?
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One main reason he isn't immediately thrusting his fingers is because he still wants to hear Monika's sweet voice talking to him. Another reason is so she and her muscles can get used to the large penetration. Plus, Soundwave is drinking in the warm, wetness clenching around his fingers. They may not be as sensitive as his spikes, but feeling her wetness and convulsing inner flesh around his fingers, and her juices trailing down his hand feels good.
Speaking of his spike, regardless of whether Monika work on the throbbing thing or she doesn't do anything at all, simply pressing her front against his length and her breasts pressing around it is enough to get his spike twitching excitedly. He would begin to make love to Monika with his fingers....
Except she makes a request. One he won't have any problem fulfilling. Back to being romantic, it seems. Awkwardly romantic. His hand finds her chin again, lifting her chin up with one finger so her eyes and his optics behind the visor meet.]
You are beautiful, Monika. The prettiest human, and your beauty is unmatched by others. I want you, Monika. You are... So love... ly.
[So close to airing out the feelings deep inside him by using that dangerous L word, but he can pretend he only means she has a lovely look. And it's true, she does look lovely. She only said beautiful, but she's deserving to hear those additional words nevertheless. If he could get to her ears without awkwardly bending himself to her, it'll give her more sweet nothings to listen to.
Once the request is satisfied, it's time to begin.]
Ready...?
[He gives her about seven seconds to prepare herself, mentally and physically. Once the seven seconds mark past, he plunges his fingers inside deep inside her. Soundwave pauses for a moment to listen to any noises Monika makes, before he'd amused himself, his fingering gradually gets rougher, the wet sound growing louder, intent on coaxing out the sweet moans leaving her lips. ]
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She stares up at him when he raises her chin. She'd already pressed as many kisses to his fingers as she could manage before he switched to the gentle gesture. As they look at one another, for this precious moment in time, she feels like she's actually with him on Earth. He's taken her away from her worries and led them to a peaceful paradise all their own, just as she wished for in her poem.
He speaks, and his monotone has never sounded so...lovely. ]
You're more beautiful, Soundwave. Other people may not see that, but...I do.
[ And that made him all the more special.
She smiles during those few seconds she has left. There are so many more words she could say. More that she wants to say. Anticipation makes it nearly impossible, but she's going to try. Before she does, she slides a hand back up, then "draws" a small heart on his chest. As much as she uses hearts on a daily basis, especially in emoji form, it'd be easy enough to brush it off as typical Monika. Wasn't it...? ]
I need you...
[ He begins, cutting off further words. Her nails scrape down glass and metal, and she quickly scares away more birds. He's getting everything he wants, just as she is. Well...he'll get those noises for less time than he may desire, however, but not for the worst reasons. While she'd love nothing more than to selfishly soak up all this pleasure for herself, he also deserves some for giving her so, so much.
A few more moans hit the walls, then suddenly, there's only the sounds of his fingers fucking into her. Her next moan's muffled. The same for the next and next. She's attached her mouth to the same sensitive spot she'd found earlier, sucking and licking, holding his spike in place with one of her arms. The work's uneven, but it's full of her usual determination. Knowing she won't last too long, she has to give it her all.
He deserves it for making her life better. ]
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[Nobody's ever called him beautiful before. Perhaps he's not the type to fish for such compliments from others, but hearing Monika says that combined with the heart she traced on his chest, it brings him warmth and appreciation into his spark. And also a rough fingering.
She deserves it. She wanted this, and though it may not be the spike she wanted, he'll try to match the pace he had given to Monika with his spike before-- no, be rougher than he had been with his spike, trusting purely in faith that she's able to handle the increasing roughness. His fingers don't match the length, but the width. If she could handle this roughness, then....
Another popping noises come out of his vocalizer.
Having her lips away for a little while and coming back to latched onto the same sensitive spot, that has his sensitive spike throbbing with desire, spurting more sweet pre into her mouth. His body shivers whole, and if he wasn't sitting, he'd be doubling over. Instead, she makes him slams his fingers hard into Monika but also has him pausing his work to drink in the sensation. But... Ah, he's doing a disservice to Monika. His fingers reignite, pulls back, and slams them up her pussy, thrusting in and out, a little harder than before.
Along with the wet noises and moans, Soundwave softly repeats her name, almost lovingly and affectionate. It's becoming more and more of a struggle to hold his moan down, not even a whimper could stop the moans from wanting to escape. His spike is twitching madly. He's getting close. No matter how uneven or sloppy Monika's work is, it still does the job of pushing him closer to the edge.]
I am... close, but--
[A gulp of air and an exhale, and his own popping moan escapes out of his vocalizer, body trembling, spike's biolight glowing brigther. A proper moan for Monika to hear. But what he wanted to say before cutting himself off, he'll hold off from cumming, because....
As lovers, they should cum together, right?]
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But she's falling apart, too. Flushed, sweaty, increasingly sore under the building heat in her abdomen. His hand must be soaked, and she wonders if these panties will survive beyond today. Hell, was it even worth it to get undressed? His lube's coating the front of her body. Precum's leaking past her lips, dripping onto her breasts and down further, no matter how much she tries to keep it in. Blame that on every pop of his she hears making her moan intensely enough that it spurts out.
...Wait. She lifts her mouth, spit and more pre sliding down her chin and neck as she gawks upward. ]
Should I move?
[ He made a big deal about this! She got undressed and--he said she was--! She sputters and makes some effort to move, but she can't while trapped on his fingers. Her moans are full volume again, freely coming out now that her mouth is unencumbered. That sexy LED light's getting brighter. But they have plans! She has to be good! ]
S-S-Soundwave, you're going to--!
[ Lovers look out for one another, right? It's about balance! But with how her body's slipping and sliding against his spike, she's probably doing something more like encouraging them to achieve his goal of climaxing at the same time.
Crap crap crap. She's teetering. Almost there. And he's making so many amazing noises, making her twitch and throb and clamp down on his hand as it pumps inside of her. Crap crap crap. ]
I'm--don't!
[ This poor tree house is about to get destroyed, isn't it? ]
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Scrap, Monika's moving too much. Her soft body against his sensitive shaft is too good! She's actively making it difficult for him to hold on. He's getting close, so close, so close, so close....! Fortunately, he's a quick thinker.
Fortunately for Monika, she doesn't have to move. He'll move Monika himself. Seconds before either of them reach the height of climax, Soundwave abruptly stands whole easily lifts Monika up with his hands and positions her to lay on her shoulder, fingers still lodged deep inside Monika.
Not the, uh... Most romantic position. But it'll give the most chances of her not getting dirtied with his glowing cum, especially when he can aim his spike with his free hand. Soundwave standing with his throbbing cock in his hand with Monika on his shoulder who's also about to cum. Weirdest position yet?
Aiming the tip at his front, he pumps Monika's pussy a couple more times, and--- there! With some chocked noises from his vents, his spike sprays thick glowy cum all over the floor of the treehouse.
Yeah.... Someone's got to call the staffs to clean up those gunks. Good thing he didn't aim anywhere near her clothes, though. That would've ruined their plan.]
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There's nothing fortunate about it! Her mental permission for being doll-handled only applied if he was going to shove her down on his spike, not for this. Seconds before she feels him shifting, she thinks he surely wouldn't. This isn't going to happen. He isn't going to flail her around like the weirdest, kinkiest puppet ever. But then she's suddenly soaring through the air, the Amazing Flying Monika, embarking on her first solo flight!
This. Jerk!
She squeals as the world goes topsy-turvy, legs kicking wildly around his hand and arm. And, "lucky" for her, all that movement was the last push she needed to give them that last taste of.....romance. Since she's so close to his "ears" now, she claps her hand over her mouth to hold in her screams, her body twitching wildly, legs kicking harder, a spray from her orgasm joining his glow on the floor. The rest trickles down his arm in waves, her screams fading into loud whimpers along with weaker twitches. Her free hand, balled up into a fist, bangs weakly on his shoulder, though she does use it to cling to him every now and then. Mainly being supported by a giant metal hand shoved up your cooch isn't that great at making a girl feel securely in place.
This. JERK!!!
She'll have words soon, after she comes down from this high. Figuratively and literally, apparently! Also, did her panties finally give up and rip? Christ. This mech is determined to break so many things today... ]
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With the awareness that his fingers are jammed deep inside Monika- did her panties rip? Oops -he slowly pulls his fingers out, careful to not overstimulate Monika as best he could with three large metal fingers. Briefly, he looks down at his drenched hand.... Ah, if only he could taste her juices right now.
Coming down from his high, Soundwave takes a huge gulp of air in his vents as his metal spike softens up, drooping, still leaking his Energon-colored cum into the floor. Then, he gently manhandles Monika yet again,moving her off his shoulder and brings her face close to his, his wet hand supports her butt for her as a temporary "seat" and his other hand on her back. There, she should be secured enough in his arms.
He doesn't say anything, but he's sure Monika does have things to say after their jizz party ]
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