[ He was everything of a maelstrom that Monika had fallen for, all rolled up into one. But at the core of it all, despite the fact his Diamond Tattoo was a burning shade of crimson and blackened around the edges, Ragna was still the man in control at the end of the day. It was his choice. His decision. And all signs were pointing towards him crumbling to his own desires that never waned from the day that he met her. From the dangerous rendezvous in the elevator when they were still mere wildcards, to that fateful night she made his birthday feel important for the first time in his life...
Who the hell was he kidding? He hadn't gotten her out of his head from day one. It only got stronger, despite the fact Ragna may have been the one to feed into her seductress skills. After all, who was the one that encouraged her to flex just how much of an overachiever she was for her birthday boy? Who drove him senseless over the phone and via text before desperation clutched their hearts and saw her braving the depths to try and break that shitty bed of his? Who was wetting her lips for him now, reaching down and tapping his lips as he sighs hotly against her slender digit? ]
Moni...ka...
[ Her. Just her. It's always been her. She was every bit human as he was. Her soul was laid to bare for him in every conceivable way, and deep down...he revelled in it. Because if Ragna was supposed to be honest with himself as she sits up and pushes her hips more firmly into his hands, squeezing her ass through those enticing shorts of hers...
You've liked her all along, haven't you, Mr. Grim Reaper? You wanted to protect that soul you saw in her this whole time? That smile and happiness you personally blessed her with? The light in her heart despite the darkness that festers in yours. ]
You say that like you WANT me to be tamed.
[ Who was to say that despite nurturing and protecting that soul...that there wasn't something exciting and perverse about seeing it so corrupt because of him? Because everything she's doing for him now, enticing his eyes with the way droplets of sweat slide into her cleavage and invited his mismatched gaze to those perfect breasts pressed together in her top, her taut belly, her deliciously soft thighs straddling the sides of him...
Far be it from her very own Studedge not to answer in kind. Not in this dreamscape they found themselves in and the fact she had a fully-activated Black Beast to contend with.
He's been rock hard for a good while now...hasn't he? What better way to tell then the way he guides her to grind her hips a little bit further back so he can reach down to shove the front of his trunks further out of the way? Until with a very promising and proud lurch his massive cock rests against her stomach, the swollen head of him reaching dauntingly past her navel and just shy of the underswell of her tits. ]
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[ He was everything of a maelstrom that Monika had fallen for, all rolled up into one. But at the core of it all, despite the fact his Diamond Tattoo was a burning shade of crimson and blackened around the edges, Ragna was still the man in control at the end of the day. It was his choice. His decision. And all signs were pointing towards him crumbling to his own desires that never waned from the day that he met her. From the dangerous rendezvous in the elevator when they were still mere wildcards, to that fateful night she made his birthday feel important for the first time in his life...
Who the hell was he kidding? He hadn't gotten her out of his head from day one. It only got stronger, despite the fact Ragna may have been the one to feed into her seductress skills. After all, who was the one that encouraged her to flex just how much of an overachiever she was for her birthday boy? Who drove him senseless over the phone and via text before desperation clutched their hearts and saw her braving the depths to try and break that shitty bed of his? Who was wetting her lips for him now, reaching down and tapping his lips as he sighs hotly against her slender digit? ]
Moni...ka...
[ Her. Just her. It's always been her. She was every bit human as he was. Her soul was laid to bare for him in every conceivable way, and deep down...he revelled in it. Because if Ragna was supposed to be honest with himself as she sits up and pushes her hips more firmly into his hands, squeezing her ass through those enticing shorts of hers...
You've liked her all along, haven't you, Mr. Grim Reaper? You wanted to protect that soul you saw in her this whole time? That smile and happiness you personally blessed her with? The light in her heart despite the darkness that festers in yours. ]
You say that like you WANT me to be tamed.
[ Who was to say that despite nurturing and protecting that soul...that there wasn't something exciting and perverse about seeing it so corrupt because of him? Because everything she's doing for him now, enticing his eyes with the way droplets of sweat slide into her cleavage and invited his mismatched gaze to those perfect breasts pressed together in her top, her taut belly, her deliciously soft thighs straddling the sides of him...
Far be it from her very own Studedge not to answer in kind. Not in this dreamscape they found themselves in and the fact she had a fully-activated Black Beast to contend with.
He's been rock hard for a good while now...hasn't he? What better way to tell then the way he guides her to grind her hips a little bit further back so he can reach down to shove the front of his trunks further out of the way? Until with a very promising and proud lurch his massive cock rests against her stomach, the swollen head of him reaching dauntingly past her navel and just shy of the underswell of her tits. ]