[Doctor keeps himself relaxed as she slowly pushes inside of him, shivering at the sensation. He feels full, and full of her specifically, a dull ache.]
[ But despite the flash of indignance she can't help but doesn't especially like, she does as requested, using her grip and hold on him to yank him closer, good and rough. Her strength makes it not any strain at all. ]
[ There's a jolt of pleasure through her as well, from both his response and what that movement did to the vibrating toy inside her. So she does it again, gliding back and slamming forward against him. He said 'until I can't walk' and she has the strength for it, so she uses it to the fullest, holding back just enough not to really hurt him. ]
[ And she's panting a bit herself; damn, that little egg is her new best friend. ]
[He's certainly loud, louder than usual. It's new and intense and overwhelming and everything he'd asked for. He whimpers and moans and grips onto the sheets for dear life, close to tearing them and not at all in a state to worry about that now. The bond is a steady buildup of want, need, more, yes.]
[ Not so shy anymore, hm? Good. It won't do at all for him to be self-conscious about asking for what he wants. (She thought without any irony whatsoever despite knowing that she'll never in a thousand years ask him for what part of her wants most, but she has others for those outlets and could live without it entirely without sacrificing very much.) ]
[ Her end of the bond projects a greedy satisfaction, and more than a little pleasure from her which is equally due to his reaction and the vibration. Normally this is where she might slow down just a hint, tease, and the thought is there -- but no, she wants him to surrender to her completely. She uses her leverage and strength to yank him against her, again and again, as hard as she dares and with increasing speed. ]
[Self-consciousness is far from his mind at the moment. Everything is except for white hot pleasure and heat and her. If he did have a clear head, he might be embarrassed about how quickly his body is careening toward a climax, but he can't possibly care about that right now.
He moans louder with every thrust, dangling on the precipice. All he needs is one final push.]
[ Too many impulses flit through her mind to properly follow, many of them distasteful -- ways she could hurt and kill him from this posture among the dissonant chorus, a consequence of her domineering nature unfortunately -- but some are pleasing enough. One of them she embraces, pounces on, wrapping him in her arms so she's gripping his shoulders underhand, her breaths short and humid between his shoulder blades. Leverage that, combined with her strength, should be effective indeed. ]
[ Outshining the dizzying whirl caused by her instinct is her love for him, clear and resonant, a single silver note among the clutter. Knowing he's enjoying himself delights her, all she wants is to make him happy, and her one regret is that she can't kiss him from this position. ]
[That's more than good enough. He comes hard, louder than she's heard him before, pleasure flooding his mind until there's no room for anything else through their link.
He pants, struggling to catch his breath after something that intense.]
[ She keeps moving while he rides it through, nuzzling at the crook of his shoulder and stilling when he relaxes. Then she slips away, removing the toy and sending it onto the floor along with the rumpled blanket that was beneath him which she gently tugs from under his knees. Cleaning happens later, fortunately she's used to blood getting everywhere so she's well prepared. A clean, soft blanket is draped over him before she slides onto the mattress beside him, and if he'd like to collapse she'll gladly catch him. ]
[ Through the bond there was an initial rush of preening gratification, and then just before she lifted off of him a flash of uncertainty. Inadequacy mingling in, because she's clearly not enough for him as she is, and there are others who can give him that feeling without resorting to a box of plastic. It only lasts for a moment before she breaks physical contact to juggle logistical matters, and by the way she smiles at him it's clear that she's trying not to dwell on it. ]
[ The feelings bond can't be still active since she pulled away briefly before, or so she hopes. But her hair could still change color a bit, so she buries her head against him. ]
[ Her hair doesn't change color much at all, just the slightest tint that would be a challenge to catch in this light. She's not lying when she says she liked it, it's just that when the flaring heat became a sleepy simmer, worry had set in. Fears that she's not what he really wants. If only she could be fighting or fucking all the time, her confidence would be much improved. ]
I hope you do ask. You can ask me for anything, and it'll be yours if it's in my power to give.
[ In the middle of deciding whether to say something, she decides there's no real need. After all, she has certain, hmm, tendencies that he's said he can't handle, and she finds that elsewhere. It's a little different because of her possessive nature (do as I say and not as I do is a Queen's motto for certain) but with a mental shrug she decides it's not worth fretting over. At least he asked, at least she can offer some of it. ]
More than acceptable. And if you need a nap, that's just fine too. [ She knows he gets sleepy after, alas for her ridiculous stamina and inability to rest for very long (so far). ]
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Re: Day 513, late evening
Y-you can move, I'm alright.
Re: Day 513, late evening
[ Notably, she spends a good moment rolling her hips rather than pulling back. Her flexibility used to its fullest, giving him a good stretch. ]
Like that?
Re: Day 513, late evening
[Harder is what he actually meant, but that's more difficult to say out loud.]
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[ But despite the flash of indignance she can't help but doesn't especially like, she does as requested, using her grip and hold on him to yank him closer, good and rough. Her strength makes it not any strain at all. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
[His toes curl, his pulse quickening with the pleasure spreading through his body.
Pure need entwined with rising heat floods their connection.]
Re: Day 513, late evening
[ And she's panting a bit herself; damn, that little egg is her new best friend. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
[He's certainly loud, louder than usual. It's new and intense and overwhelming and everything he'd asked for. He whimpers and moans and grips onto the sheets for dear life, close to tearing them and not at all in a state to worry about that now. The bond is a steady buildup of want, need, more, yes.]
Re: Day 513, late evening
[ Her end of the bond projects a greedy satisfaction, and more than a little pleasure from her which is equally due to his reaction and the vibration. Normally this is where she might slow down just a hint, tease, and the thought is there -- but no, she wants him to surrender to her completely. She uses her leverage and strength to yank him against her, again and again, as hard as she dares and with increasing speed. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
He moans louder with every thrust, dangling on the precipice. All he needs is one final push.]
Re: Day 513, late evening
[ Outshining the dizzying whirl caused by her instinct is her love for him, clear and resonant, a single silver note among the clutter. Knowing he's enjoying himself delights her, all she wants is to make him happy, and her one regret is that she can't kiss him from this position. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
[That's more than good enough. He comes hard, louder than she's heard him before, pleasure flooding his mind until there's no room for anything else through their link.
He pants, struggling to catch his breath after something that intense.]
Re: Day 513, late evening
[ Through the bond there was an initial rush of preening gratification, and then just before she lifted off of him a flash of uncertainty. Inadequacy mingling in, because she's clearly not enough for him as she is, and there are others who can give him that feeling without resorting to a box of plastic. It only lasts for a moment before she breaks physical contact to juggle logistical matters, and by the way she smiles at him it's clear that she's trying not to dwell on it. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
That was wonderful. You are wonderful, my dear.
Re: Day 513, late evening
Thank you for trusting me enough to ask for it. [ She doesn't get embarrassed but knows he does, so she can imagine it wasn't comfortable at first. ]
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Re: Day 513, late evening
[ The feelings bond can't be still active since she pulled away briefly before, or so she hopes. But her hair could still change color a bit, so she buries her head against him. ]
[ Her hair doesn't change color much at all, just the slightest tint that would be a challenge to catch in this light. She's not lying when she says she liked it, it's just that when the flaring heat became a sleepy simmer, worry had set in. Fears that she's not what he really wants. If only she could be fighting or fucking all the time, her confidence would be much improved. ]
I hope you do ask. You can ask me for anything, and it'll be yours if it's in my power to give.
Re: Day 513, late evening
Right now my sincerest request is to cuddle with you for a while. Is that acceptable?
Re: Day 513, late evening
More than acceptable. And if you need a nap, that's just fine too. [ She knows he gets sleepy after, alas for her ridiculous stamina and inability to rest for very long (so far). ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
[If you aren't tired after, did you even really get railed? (The answer is yes, but only if you're people who aren't Doctor.)]