[ 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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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. ]