[ He's still not so convinced. Because Technical Boy is coming at this from the thought path of being the center of the world, it stands to reason that his enemies must therefore have seen how important Monika would be to him and done what they could to keep her contained.
His eyes meet hers sharply after her question. ]
He didn't do it like that. I never had any love for him.
[ Although maybe that's not true. Maybe there was something like a parental love and respect. ]
But yeah. He deleted me once. And who fucking knows. He might be planning to do it again. Before I got here, I started to stand up to him and he trapped me like some fucking animal. I hate him. He's made my life hell. But before that, I didn't have much to lose.
[ His free hand covers hers on his cheek. Gentle and sincere. ]
Now, I have a whole fucking lot to lose and it scares the shit out of me, Monika. Thinking about someone coming in and taking you away.
Heyyy. Come on. [ She shifts so that she can hold both of his cheeks now. ] I'm not going anywhere! I promised you to love you forever, didn't I? And nothing can stand in the way of that. Not even that guy.
[ Love conquers all. It's practically universal law. ]
Besides. If I was worth all that trouble, and he was powerful enough, don't you think he'd have gone after me by now? Would've been a lot easier to keep us from ever meeting.
[ Since his confidence is faltering, she'll be confident enough for the both of them. Since when has she ever been wrong about anything? ]
You should be thinking about you. You're free now, and you're here with me. It's not the best place ever, but...now you get you be your own person. Your own god.
[ She crawls closer, practically on top of him. He's going to be forced to listen to her encouragement! ] Show me that jerkish side of you. The one who knows he's the coolest. [ She tilts his chin up. ] I put my faith in you, so use it a little.
[ She pulls focus in the way only she can and he's enamored by her -- arms falling back so he can brace himself on his elbows as she hovers over him. Monika is greater than any follower, superior to anyone he has ever met in his life. Her words kindle the fire that's always burning when he's around her, and her call to confidence detonates his actions. He leans in and crushes his lips to hers.
She's right. This is his world away from World. This place is his. And he fully intends to climb the fucking ranks to superiority. Give people the chance to acquire more advanced tech and watch his subscriber count grow. No one can stop him. With her to empower him, he is fucking unstoppable.
He moves his arms, letting them fall back against the mattress, his hands crawling along her body -- one palm slipping beneath her soft pajama shirt so he can touch her actual skin and connect. Systems restored. Files complete. That's right. This is who he is.
He's the motherfucking god of technology. He is what the world has become. Without him, she never could have come into existence -- his precious, fledgling of perfection.
Right before his tongue demands entry into her lips, he utters. ]
I fucking love you.
[ But it's less sweet. More possessive, more demanding and dominant. He's claiming her for his kingdom. His. And then his tongue seeks hers. ]
[ She squeaks into the kiss. Well, then! She must've done something right. But the surprise doesn't last long, and she melts into the affection, toes curling with delight. It's not like she was aiming for this or anything! She's sure as hell not going to complain about it, though.
Monika fully slides her body onto his, moaning softly as her hands snake up into his hair. His touch to her skin is electrifying as ever. She wants to encourage him to go further, to explore even more, but she doesn't want to overwhelm him again. Her thirst can be patient. Mostly.
As their mouths part, she assumes it'll be a moment of respite, but she's wrong. He gets a heavy-lidded stare at the tone of his voice. Now it's her turn to feel the lick of flames, their sting hotter than they'd already been. Slowly, she smiles. ]
There he is. There's my Zeus.
[ She moans again once they reconnect, slightly louder, and she's no longer sure if she can keep herself tamed for him. To know someone had felt for her like this, felt love so equally and so strongly, it's a high no drug can ever hope to reach. Her hands move between them to undo a few buttons of her pajama top. She has to test the waters. She has to know how far she can push him.
Because what better way to show she was his than letting him have her completely? ]
[ Her silver tongue tastes so sweet. It's all he can focus on for a few seconds, until the warmth of her skin pierces his touch. He doesn't realize she's opened a few buttons until his free hand moves up to cradle her neck and brush against more skin than he anticipated. Tech Boy parts from her lips to look down at the teasing curve of cleavage -- still out of view, but his mind can fill in the blanks.
Goddamn. There's very little in the way of hiding his want for her, a want that takes a focal point between his thighs.
His hips press against her body and it's like a lightbulb, turned on and glowing. His mouth claims her jaw and he gasps against it, shuddering. He is her Zeus. And Zeus does not fucking glitch.
The hand around her back slips forward so he can trace her stomach, fingers snaking up so that he could touch along her ribcage. His hand is on a maddening ascent toward her chest, following a gasoline trail to a wildfire -- the heat of it scorching and arousing.
Was this what men felt like before they entered the endless grave Bilquis offered to them? Because he fucking gets it now. ]
[ She holds her breath in anticipation once he realizes what she's done. And nothing happens. Nothing bad, anyway. The breath comes out as a half relieved, half excited laugh.
Game on.
Enthusiastic kisses get showered across his chest, his neck, wherever she can reach. Her hips shift against him as his hand journeys forward and up, thighs quaking as he gets terribly close. Right as he's on the threshold, one of her hands halts his progress. He deserves more.
As she sits up, she takes his hand, kisses it gently. Then, with that same slow smile as before, she guides it under her shirt, letting it rest atop the swell of one breast. It allows her to teasingly release the rest of the buttons, one by one, until the top falls open, revealing a hint of even more.
She shrugs out of one sleeve. Then the other. As the shirt gets thrown to the floor, tendrils of hair still cover her, one last barrier to the prize. And with a shake of her head and arching of her back, her hair slips away, the curtain opening to begin the show.
So utterly pleased, she takes his other hand and eases it onto her other breast, eyes fluttering shut as his palm brushes against her hardened nipple. Yes. ]
Go on. Touch me. [ Nibbling her lower lip on a now coy smile, she glances down at him. ] I'm yours.
[ Every place she kisses is like a hot poker, searing his skin with a burn that lingers long after she's moved on to another section. Breath ragged gasps, heart threatening to explode from his ribcage. The stimulants in his system as well as the stimulation from Monika's connection are a deadly cocktail almost too intense to endure. This is the greatest fucking high he's ever experienced.
When his hand is finally allowed to cup her breast and moreover, when she finally reveals them to him, it like getting a glimpse into heaven. He's amazed. Awed. Blue eyes travel from her nipples to her face and back down again. It is much different, he has to admit, to see this in person rather than digitized. And it's especially different seeing Monika in this light. ]
You're perfect.
[ He utters and gets drawn in by a magnetic force, lured by her command. Touch me. He obeys, slender fingers skimming over the perky nipple. Then he lowers his mouth, tracing kisses from her collarbone and along her breast before he invites one of those nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.
Because of the connection they share, the binary constantly ebbing and flowing between them, his own maddening lust leaks past the barrier. Much like the kiss in the coffee shop, she's able to feel what he feels -- and that is being so blindingly aroused he can hardly see straight, let alone think. Monika has effectively cast a spell on him, and he will be forever charmed. ]
Well. [ She shrugs a shoulder, acting ever so nonchalant. ] I won't argue if you wanna say that.
[ Because, yes. She's perfect. It's good to know someone finally can see that. Lately, it'd been hard to believe that sometimes, what with all the scars marring her once completely untainted skin. He truly knows how to make her feel like a goddess.
But while she must seem like the most experienced thing ever, there's still plenty he's doing that's new and overwhelming for her. This is the first time someone's lavished attention upon her breasts, and she shakes hard at it, even more so when he takes her into his mouth. Disbelief floods her as much as pleasure does. Someone can do that? She clutches his head, her moan almost pained. It feels so, so good.
In fact, everything feels better than anything she's experienced before, even when she'd been hopped up on aphrodisiacs. She's drowning in it, like she's got enough sensation for two people, making her suddenly crazed for more. Her hands drop down to her remaining clothes, shoving them lower and halfway down her thighs before she gives up and goes back to clinging to him and whining with want. Was it because he was a god? Was this all going to be ten times better, just because of that? She'd gone from confident to putty in his arms in mere seconds. ]
Please...
[ She doesn't know what she's begging for, but...she'll get there eventually. ]
[ The sound that breaks in her throat is the sweetest music. It spurs him to get more aggressive -- tongue flicking, teeth grazing, lips suctioned around the beautiful bud of her nipple. In the meantime, his hands brush her sides. He has yet to notice the scars apart from the one on her neck, which fingers massage across, delicate and adoring.
In fact, everything about her is something to be adored. She deserves this night and this moment more than him. As much as he longs to be inside of her, he also yearns to worship at her feet. He longs to hear what sounds she would make in the throes of ecstasy and to taste the sweet honey between her thighs.
His own needs can wait. Right now, it's all about Monika. Just Monika.
Her unfinished plea causes him to flip their positions, to roll over so he's now on top of her and able to work on removing her pajama pants the rest of the way. ]
Tonight is about you, Monika. I want to taste you and bring you to heaven. I want to harness your divine glory.
[ He drags the fabric down to her ankles with deliberate care, casting a curious glance at the marks. Noted. Archived. He would ask about it after he delivers the most intimate kiss. ]
“You will not certainly die,” the serpent said to the woman.
[ Tech Boy traces pecks down along her stomach. Down, down, down. ]
“For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.”
[ A final breath against her skin, and then his mouth finds her most sensitive spot -- inviting this other beautiful rose bud between his lips, drunk already off the feminine nectar that hits his tongue. ]
[ She practically whines once his glorious mouth leaves her breast. She was so deeply caught up in the sensations that she didn't want them to end. With how he was making her feel, she'd have been content to let him enjoy her chest for the rest of the night. She'd been learning how to touch herself. She could take care of the rest.
But then she finds herself staring up at him instead of down. Hears what he says. Feels her pants and underwear slide down her thighs. She lets out a shuddering breath of anticipation. Yeah, she could be completely okay with this. ]
H-Harness away.
[ And oh, is he ever speaking the most perfect of words to her. Poetic. Divine. His glance at her scars isn't even noticed. It's like she's getting wrapped up in one of the many poems she dove into daily. She never knew how much she wanted someone to tease her in such a way. Even if she couldn't stand God, he could quote Bible verses at her forever if this is what it'd lead to.
She lifts her head to watch the tail end of his downward progress, just in time to hear the words "good and evil." How apt. It's evil what he's doing to her, but oh so deliciously good, too.
Then, almost as if in slow motion, his mouth meets her lips a second time, and she cries out praise for her god.
Her hips lift up to meet his mouth more, fingers curling into the blankets. If this was partaking in forbidden fruit, then consider her tainted. To know heavenly pleasure like this would be eternally worth it. ]
[ Although this is new territory for him, Technical Boy's enthusiasm might make it seem otherwise. He wants to taste and explore every inch of her, his lips tracing the terrain before his tongue probes their depths. She is perfection, down to the sweetest details -- a carefully crafted goddess in his domain. Tech Boy is but a hapless explorer, seeking her innermost truth.
Hands clutch at her hips to draw her closer to his mouth so he can go deeper. The praise off of her lips invigorates him. More. More. He needs more of her holy chorus, more of her hallelujahs. It's a delectable give and take -- to worship and be worshipped.
Palms slide inward, along her inner thighs -- fingertips brushing the upraised skin of her scarred flesh. He's careful, ritualistic, as though he's unleashing some dormant power to the world. A goddess asleep, in need of summoning.
Focusing on their connection, because he is a god and she his tech, he is able to send pleasant electrical currents to ebb from her thighs to her pleasure zones -- like an invisible vibrator. It's a hum of pleasure on top of what he's doing with his mouth. He might be a fairly inexperienced lover, but he does have some tricks up his sleeves. Monika makes it so easy to give of himself to her kingdom. ]
[ She's just as inexperienced. For one, she thought she knew pleasure. She thought she knew by now most of the ways she could feel it. But again, he's throwing her into territory she thought she'd seen every crevice of, only to find new secrets and discoveries still lay there.
Because somehow? It's like that jolt she feels whenever they touch has been amplified. Maybe it's just because of where he's focusing his attention? No, it has to be something more. It has to be him. And that realization shakes her to her core. He's giving her more than anyone has so far. More than anyone possibly could.
But Monika's always been a selfish lover, and when she gets something good, good isn't enough. She has to have more. Something beyond. She deserves it, doesn't she?
One hand darts out to clutch one of his. With a moan of want, she eases his fingers up to her mouth, kissing them as if they're the most delicate and precious of things, then she eases two tips past her lips and into her mouth. She sucks them gently before she meets his eyes, her own dark and heavy with lust. ]
Inside me...
[ With one last lingering brush of her tongue, she slides his hand back down her abdomen, trusting he'll get the hint. And, if not... ]
[ His eyes raise toward her face as she pulls one of his hands free, cutting off part of the electrical pulse he's delivering -- though it continues from one side. Still tasting her, he's transfixed by her actions, the warmth of her mouth on his fingers and the command of her voice. She doesn't have to tell him twice. As soon as his hand is returned, it seeks her entrance, two fingers replacing his tongue, slipping inside her silken body.
The heat is exquisite. He can imagine it squeezing his cock, he can imagine so vividly being one with her. He presses the digits further, as far as they can reach -- seeking, exploring, claiming. In the meantime, his mouth returns to her clit, tongue flicking to amplify her enjoyment. He has never wanted her more than in this moment. She allows him to forget himself, to become a slave to carnal desires. In all of the world, there's only her and her breathy moans and he will do whatever he can to please her.
A third finger is added to the others, delighting in filling her -- fingers pushing up and in. The sweet spot has to be somewhere around there. It's one of the internet's top searched sex questions, after all. Finding the G-spot. Time to put that practical knowledge to good use. ]
[ There's a drawn out, stuttered cry. It's perfect. It's heaven. More than she could ever have dreamt of. When people speak of seeing their god, this must be what they mean. He is all she can see and feel--every sense is his. He is everything. And best of all?
He's hers.
She pulls hard on the sheets, her back arching up, and she gasps in the precious air she couldn't manage to inhale until now. Her efforts only end up being in vain once she feels the sting of a third finger sliding into her tightness. It makes her thighs squeeze in on him. He was so in sync with her, knowing what she needed, what she craved...
Everything coming together is almost too much. She turns her head into the mattress, whimpering. This was going to be over so soon, but she didn't want it to be. But again, he was doing something new, drawing out a layer of pleasure she didn't know could be literally pressed out of her. There was just one more thing she needed, one more perfect piece of the puzzle that had become a dark necessity. ]
[ What? The request catches him by surprise, his mouth drawing away so he can look up at her -- brows drawn to decipher how serious she was. It's not that he's incapable of it, though somehow doing it to Monika hadn't crossed his mind, but she always struck him as more of the romantic type. And in his binary mind, pain didn't exactly coincide with romance -- though it could make things hella intimate. She is his queen, his fellow goddess, so he honors her request -- knowing there's an intensity in what they are, knowing for as strongly as she feels pleasure...pain might be amplified as well. Might be a good idea to come up with a safe word later on.
He bites the unmarked thigh, not quite breaking skin but close, intending to deliver a lancing pain that he promptly soothes with his tongue. His fingers move within her -- aggressive and forceful. The titillating electric he sends this time courses with intensity, moving beyond the pleasant hum to a more volatile current. Doing these things to her only strengthens his yearning, arousal burning so deep, he fears he'll melt.
Lips return to her lower lips and he makes up for the pain by fluttering his tongue across her folds. Blue eyes flicker back up to her face, a spark behind them that pretty much reads: Submit to me. ]
[ The hesitation makes her turn her head back to see why he was taking so long. Did she stutter? ...Well, yes, she did, but that was his fault. Point being, she shouldn't have to ask twice. She's a girl who knows what she wants. What she needs. And anyone she's with? They better provide.
But when he does...does he ever. One hand tangles through her hair as his teeth meet her unsullied flesh, her entire body trembling at the delicious, sharp sting. Nothing made her happier than feeling like she'd been marked, claimed. That patch of her thigh was now his--no one else's. And she was his.
The shift in his current is the cherry on top she didn't know she needed, his fingers only adding more. She doesn't want any respite, though. She wants to burn until the end, until she's nothing but smoldering ashes. Her other hand grasps his head, teeth gritting. She'll submit when she's damn well ready. She'll submit when he gives her reason to. ]
Don't. Stop.
[ Head tipping back, she stares up at the ceiling, off-kilter laughs bouncing off the walls as she waits for her rapture. ]
[ It's strange for him to hear her plea, to hear her unhinged laugh. But a part of it is also fucking insulting, that she is demanding of him -- that what he's giving her isn't enough. She wants pain? He'll fucking give her pain.
Technical Boy grasps her thigh and unleashes his power -- a power that sparks to life every single pain receptor within her body. Maybe this is too much. Maybe this is zero to one hundred, but if it's what gets her going, he has plenty of this electrical current to give her. He could incinerate her with it if that was her true wish.
And beneath it all, he still moves his fingers -- fucks her with them, abandoning all pretense of gentleness now. Wuxian had said to listen to what she wants -- he's listening all right. And he's not abating, going deeper in both pain and pleasure until she begs him to stop. ]
[ One day. One day, she'd learn to be careful what she wished for. Gods were too good at providing at a level she wasn't used to.
Her mouth opens with a silent scream as her lungs cease to function. The pain is immeasurable. Even her unfeeling hair seems like it's getting singed away at the ends. She has to slam a hand over her mouth to keep in an actual scream, but only just barely. The high noise still escapes, hardly muffled, though it's cut short simply because even the act of expelling air hurt too much. This was pain. Pain beyond imagining.
And yet...it's exactly everything she needed. Seconds later, the dam bursts, and her orgasm rocks her entire body, making her thrash against him and the bed. Pain is pleasure, pleasure is pain--it's all one beautiful, terrible blend of torment and exultant release. With how hard she's squeezing against his fingers, she wonders if he even has room to continue moving them, or if they'll ever make it back out.
All at once, she collapses, flushed and covered in sweat, unmoving to the point that it may seem like something's wrong. But the few stilted breaths she takes in as her eyes stare up blankly let off that she's not quite dead yet. In fact, she's more alive than she's ever been.
[ It's beautiful, glorious -- submission and worship mingled together. She produces the most spectacular finale to his actions, like an explosion of fireworks -- bright, bursting, and fizzling to nothing. And in their wake, power (true power) courses through his veins. He did that. He was capable of that and so much more. He's a God. Capital fucking G.
His hand withdraws from her body, wrist aching from the intensity of slamming fingers within. Digit by digit, he pops them into his mouth to clean and then leans down to 'clean' her as well -- tasting her climax and the fading pulses across her nethers. As he lets the pain ebb away within her, his lips trail up her stomach and he crawls upward until he can reach her lips and kiss her with her own taste. ]
You are so fucking beautiful. I love you. Every perfect inch of you.
[ His lips trail along her neck, tasting the underside of her jaw before he whispers, quiet and alluring. ]
Let's do the cocaine.
[ Because for him, that would be the cherry on top of this perfect evening -- getting to snort lines directly off her skin. ]
[ She finally shows some signs of life again once his mouth moves against areas now so sensitive that it makes her whimper and twitch. It's like a tiny little encore to end the show perfectly.
...Only, the show's not over, is it?
It's taking a lot of energy to even return his kiss, to acknowledge anything he's saying. She feels like a cracked egg on hot pavement. Just let her sizzle away. It was so much more comfortable. ]
Lov--love you, too.
[ Her eyelids are fluttering, half from the way his mouth is lighting up the still-burning nerves on her neck, half because sleep seems like such a good idea right now. ]
Have. Have fun...
[ Because the "let's" didn't register. Her head's lolling to one side, eyes barely open. Maybe she could finally get the nap that'd been eluding her for so long. ]
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[ He's still not so convinced. Because Technical Boy is coming at this from the thought path of being the center of the world, it stands to reason that his enemies must therefore have seen how important Monika would be to him and done what they could to keep her contained.
His eyes meet hers sharply after her question. ]
He didn't do it like that. I never had any love for him.
[ Although maybe that's not true. Maybe there was something like a parental love and respect. ]
But yeah. He deleted me once. And who fucking knows. He might be planning to do it again. Before I got here, I started to stand up to him and he trapped me like some fucking animal. I hate him. He's made my life hell. But before that, I didn't have much to lose.
[ His free hand covers hers on his cheek. Gentle and sincere. ]
Now, I have a whole fucking lot to lose and it scares the shit out of me, Monika. Thinking about someone coming in and taking you away.
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[ Love conquers all. It's practically universal law. ]
Besides. If I was worth all that trouble, and he was powerful enough, don't you think he'd have gone after me by now? Would've been a lot easier to keep us from ever meeting.
[ Since his confidence is faltering, she'll be confident enough for the both of them. Since when has she ever been wrong about anything? ]
You should be thinking about you. You're free now, and you're here with me. It's not the best place ever, but...now you get you be your own person. Your own god.
[ She crawls closer, practically on top of him. He's going to be forced to listen to her encouragement! ] Show me that jerkish side of you. The one who knows he's the coolest. [ She tilts his chin up. ] I put my faith in you, so use it a little.
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She's right. This is his world away from World. This place is his. And he fully intends to climb the fucking ranks to superiority. Give people the chance to acquire more advanced tech and watch his subscriber count grow. No one can stop him. With her to empower him, he is fucking unstoppable.
He moves his arms, letting them fall back against the mattress, his hands crawling along her body -- one palm slipping beneath her soft pajama shirt so he can touch her actual skin and connect. Systems restored. Files complete. That's right. This is who he is.
He's the motherfucking god of technology. He is what the world has become. Without him, she never could have come into existence -- his precious, fledgling of perfection.
Right before his tongue demands entry into her lips, he utters. ]
I fucking love you.
[ But it's less sweet. More possessive, more demanding and dominant. He's claiming her for his kingdom. His. And then his tongue seeks hers. ]
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Monika fully slides her body onto his, moaning softly as her hands snake up into his hair. His touch to her skin is electrifying as ever. She wants to encourage him to go further, to explore even more, but she doesn't want to overwhelm him again. Her thirst can be patient. Mostly.
As their mouths part, she assumes it'll be a moment of respite, but she's wrong. He gets a heavy-lidded stare at the tone of his voice. Now it's her turn to feel the lick of flames, their sting hotter than they'd already been. Slowly, she smiles. ]
There he is. There's my Zeus.
[ She moans again once they reconnect, slightly louder, and she's no longer sure if she can keep herself tamed for him. To know someone had felt for her like this, felt love so equally and so strongly, it's a high no drug can ever hope to reach. Her hands move between them to undo a few buttons of her pajama top. She has to test the waters. She has to know how far she can push him.
Because what better way to show she was his than letting him have her completely? ]
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Goddamn. There's very little in the way of hiding his want for her, a want that takes a focal point between his thighs.
His hips press against her body and it's like a lightbulb, turned on and glowing. His mouth claims her jaw and he gasps against it, shuddering. He is her Zeus. And Zeus does not fucking glitch.
The hand around her back slips forward so he can trace her stomach, fingers snaking up so that he could touch along her ribcage. His hand is on a maddening ascent toward her chest, following a gasoline trail to a wildfire -- the heat of it scorching and arousing.
Was this what men felt like before they entered the endless grave Bilquis offered to them? Because he fucking gets it now. ]
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Game on.
Enthusiastic kisses get showered across his chest, his neck, wherever she can reach. Her hips shift against him as his hand journeys forward and up, thighs quaking as he gets terribly close. Right as he's on the threshold, one of her hands halts his progress. He deserves more.
As she sits up, she takes his hand, kisses it gently. Then, with that same slow smile as before, she guides it under her shirt, letting it rest atop the swell of one breast. It allows her to teasingly release the rest of the buttons, one by one, until the top falls open, revealing a hint of even more.
She shrugs out of one sleeve. Then the other. As the shirt gets thrown to the floor, tendrils of hair still cover her, one last barrier to the prize. And with a shake of her head and arching of her back, her hair slips away, the curtain opening to begin the show.
So utterly pleased, she takes his other hand and eases it onto her other breast, eyes fluttering shut as his palm brushes against her hardened nipple. Yes. ]
Go on. Touch me. [ Nibbling her lower lip on a now coy smile, she glances down at him. ] I'm yours.
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When his hand is finally allowed to cup her breast and moreover, when she finally reveals them to him, it like getting a glimpse into heaven. He's amazed. Awed. Blue eyes travel from her nipples to her face and back down again. It is much different, he has to admit, to see this in person rather than digitized. And it's especially different seeing Monika in this light. ]
You're perfect.
[ He utters and gets drawn in by a magnetic force, lured by her command. Touch me. He obeys, slender fingers skimming over the perky nipple. Then he lowers his mouth, tracing kisses from her collarbone and along her breast before he invites one of those nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.
Because of the connection they share, the binary constantly ebbing and flowing between them, his own maddening lust leaks past the barrier. Much like the kiss in the coffee shop, she's able to feel what he feels -- and that is being so blindingly aroused he can hardly see straight, let alone think. Monika has effectively cast a spell on him, and he will be forever charmed. ]
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[ Because, yes. She's perfect. It's good to know someone finally can see that. Lately, it'd been hard to believe that sometimes, what with all the scars marring her once completely untainted skin. He truly knows how to make her feel like a goddess.
But while she must seem like the most experienced thing ever, there's still plenty he's doing that's new and overwhelming for her. This is the first time someone's lavished attention upon her breasts, and she shakes hard at it, even more so when he takes her into his mouth. Disbelief floods her as much as pleasure does. Someone can do that? She clutches his head, her moan almost pained. It feels so, so good.
In fact, everything feels better than anything she's experienced before, even when she'd been hopped up on aphrodisiacs. She's drowning in it, like she's got enough sensation for two people, making her suddenly crazed for more. Her hands drop down to her remaining clothes, shoving them lower and halfway down her thighs before she gives up and goes back to clinging to him and whining with want. Was it because he was a god? Was this all going to be ten times better, just because of that? She'd gone from confident to putty in his arms in mere seconds. ]
Please...
[ She doesn't know what she's begging for, but...she'll get there eventually. ]
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In fact, everything about her is something to be adored. She deserves this night and this moment more than him. As much as he longs to be inside of her, he also yearns to worship at her feet. He longs to hear what sounds she would make in the throes of ecstasy and to taste the sweet honey between her thighs.
His own needs can wait. Right now, it's all about Monika. Just Monika.
Her unfinished plea causes him to flip their positions, to roll over so he's now on top of her and able to work on removing her pajama pants the rest of the way. ]
Tonight is about you, Monika. I want to taste you and bring you to heaven. I want to harness your divine glory.
[ He drags the fabric down to her ankles with deliberate care, casting a curious glance at the marks. Noted. Archived. He would ask about it after he delivers the most intimate kiss. ]
“You will not certainly die,” the serpent said to the woman.
[ Tech Boy traces pecks down along her stomach. Down, down, down. ]
“For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.”
[ A final breath against her skin, and then his mouth finds her most sensitive spot -- inviting this other beautiful rose bud between his lips, drunk already off the feminine nectar that hits his tongue. ]
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[ She practically whines once his glorious mouth leaves her breast. She was so deeply caught up in the sensations that she didn't want them to end. With how he was making her feel, she'd have been content to let him enjoy her chest for the rest of the night. She'd been learning how to touch herself. She could take care of the rest.
But then she finds herself staring up at him instead of down. Hears what he says. Feels her pants and underwear slide down her thighs. She lets out a shuddering breath of anticipation. Yeah, she could be completely okay with this. ]
H-Harness away.
[ And oh, is he ever speaking the most perfect of words to her. Poetic. Divine. His glance at her scars isn't even noticed. It's like she's getting wrapped up in one of the many poems she dove into daily. She never knew how much she wanted someone to tease her in such a way. Even if she couldn't stand God, he could quote Bible verses at her forever if this is what it'd lead to.
She lifts her head to watch the tail end of his downward progress, just in time to hear the words "good and evil." How apt. It's evil what he's doing to her, but oh so deliciously good, too.
Then, almost as if in slow motion, his mouth meets her lips a second time, and she cries out praise for her god.
Her hips lift up to meet his mouth more, fingers curling into the blankets. If this was partaking in forbidden fruit, then consider her tainted. To know heavenly pleasure like this would be eternally worth it. ]
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Hands clutch at her hips to draw her closer to his mouth so he can go deeper. The praise off of her lips invigorates him. More. More. He needs more of her holy chorus, more of her hallelujahs. It's a delectable give and take -- to worship and be worshipped.
Palms slide inward, along her inner thighs -- fingertips brushing the upraised skin of her scarred flesh. He's careful, ritualistic, as though he's unleashing some dormant power to the world. A goddess asleep, in need of summoning.
Focusing on their connection, because he is a god and she his tech, he is able to send pleasant electrical currents to ebb from her thighs to her pleasure zones -- like an invisible vibrator. It's a hum of pleasure on top of what he's doing with his mouth. He might be a fairly inexperienced lover, but he does have some tricks up his sleeves. Monika makes it so easy to give of himself to her kingdom. ]
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Because somehow? It's like that jolt she feels whenever they touch has been amplified. Maybe it's just because of where he's focusing his attention? No, it has to be something more. It has to be him. And that realization shakes her to her core. He's giving her more than anyone has so far. More than anyone possibly could.
But Monika's always been a selfish lover, and when she gets something good, good isn't enough. She has to have more. Something beyond. She deserves it, doesn't she?
One hand darts out to clutch one of his. With a moan of want, she eases his fingers up to her mouth, kissing them as if they're the most delicate and precious of things, then she eases two tips past her lips and into her mouth. She sucks them gently before she meets his eyes, her own dark and heavy with lust. ]
Inside me...
[ With one last lingering brush of her tongue, she slides his hand back down her abdomen, trusting he'll get the hint. And, if not... ]
Now.
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The heat is exquisite. He can imagine it squeezing his cock, he can imagine so vividly being one with her. He presses the digits further, as far as they can reach -- seeking, exploring, claiming. In the meantime, his mouth returns to her clit, tongue flicking to amplify her enjoyment. He has never wanted her more than in this moment. She allows him to forget himself, to become a slave to carnal desires. In all of the world, there's only her and her breathy moans and he will do whatever he can to please her.
A third finger is added to the others, delighting in filling her -- fingers pushing up and in. The sweet spot has to be somewhere around there. It's one of the internet's top searched sex questions, after all. Finding the G-spot. Time to put that practical knowledge to good use. ]
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He's hers.
She pulls hard on the sheets, her back arching up, and she gasps in the precious air she couldn't manage to inhale until now. Her efforts only end up being in vain once she feels the sting of a third finger sliding into her tightness. It makes her thighs squeeze in on him. He was so in sync with her, knowing what she needed, what she craved...
Everything coming together is almost too much. She turns her head into the mattress, whimpering. This was going to be over so soon, but she didn't want it to be. But again, he was doing something new, drawing out a layer of pleasure she didn't know could be literally pressed out of her. There was just one more thing she needed, one more perfect piece of the puzzle that had become a dark necessity. ]
H-Hurt me.
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He bites the unmarked thigh, not quite breaking skin but close, intending to deliver a lancing pain that he promptly soothes with his tongue. His fingers move within her -- aggressive and forceful. The titillating electric he sends this time courses with intensity, moving beyond the pleasant hum to a more volatile current. Doing these things to her only strengthens his yearning, arousal burning so deep, he fears he'll melt.
Lips return to her lower lips and he makes up for the pain by fluttering his tongue across her folds. Blue eyes flicker back up to her face, a spark behind them that pretty much reads: Submit to me. ]
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But when he does...does he ever. One hand tangles through her hair as his teeth meet her unsullied flesh, her entire body trembling at the delicious, sharp sting. Nothing made her happier than feeling like she'd been marked, claimed. That patch of her thigh was now his--no one else's. And she was his.
The shift in his current is the cherry on top she didn't know she needed, his fingers only adding more. She doesn't want any respite, though. She wants to burn until the end, until she's nothing but smoldering ashes. Her other hand grasps his head, teeth gritting. She'll submit when she's damn well ready. She'll submit when he gives her reason to. ]
Don't. Stop.
[ Head tipping back, she stares up at the ceiling, off-kilter laughs bouncing off the walls as she waits for her rapture. ]
Make it hurt.
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Technical Boy grasps her thigh and unleashes his power -- a power that sparks to life every single pain receptor within her body. Maybe this is too much. Maybe this is zero to one hundred, but if it's what gets her going, he has plenty of this electrical current to give her. He could incinerate her with it if that was her true wish.
And beneath it all, he still moves his fingers -- fucks her with them, abandoning all pretense of gentleness now. Wuxian had said to listen to what she wants -- he's listening all right. And he's not abating, going deeper in both pain and pleasure until she begs him to stop. ]
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Her mouth opens with a silent scream as her lungs cease to function. The pain is immeasurable. Even her unfeeling hair seems like it's getting singed away at the ends. She has to slam a hand over her mouth to keep in an actual scream, but only just barely. The high noise still escapes, hardly muffled, though it's cut short simply because even the act of expelling air hurt too much. This was pain. Pain beyond imagining.
And yet...it's exactly everything she needed. Seconds later, the dam bursts, and her orgasm rocks her entire body, making her thrash against him and the bed. Pain is pleasure, pleasure is pain--it's all one beautiful, terrible blend of torment and exultant release. With how hard she's squeezing against his fingers, she wonders if he even has room to continue moving them, or if they'll ever make it back out.
All at once, she collapses, flushed and covered in sweat, unmoving to the point that it may seem like something's wrong. But the few stilted breaths she takes in as her eyes stare up blankly let off that she's not quite dead yet. In fact, she's more alive than she's ever been.
Hallelujah, and amen. ]
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His hand withdraws from her body, wrist aching from the intensity of slamming fingers within. Digit by digit, he pops them into his mouth to clean and then leans down to 'clean' her as well -- tasting her climax and the fading pulses across her nethers. As he lets the pain ebb away within her, his lips trail up her stomach and he crawls upward until he can reach her lips and kiss her with her own taste. ]
You are so fucking beautiful. I love you. Every perfect inch of you.
[ His lips trail along her neck, tasting the underside of her jaw before he whispers, quiet and alluring. ]
Let's do the cocaine.
[ Because for him, that would be the cherry on top of this perfect evening -- getting to snort lines directly off her skin. ]
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...Only, the show's not over, is it?
It's taking a lot of energy to even return his kiss, to acknowledge anything he's saying. She feels like a cracked egg on hot pavement. Just let her sizzle away. It was so much more comfortable. ]
Lov--love you, too.
[ Her eyelids are fluttering, half from the way his mouth is lighting up the still-burning nerves on her neck, half because sleep seems like such a good idea right now. ]
Have. Have fun...
[ Because the "let's" didn't register. Her head's lolling to one side, eyes barely open. Maybe she could finally get the nap that'd been eluding her for so long. ]