[ Foolishly, even as she'd begged him not to hold back, she had assumed he might at least pace himself - she'd promised him all night and she knows full well there's no way he can manage that the way he used to without all the enhanced strength and stamina of a Servant's body. But no - he doubles down and just about overwhelms her immediately, drawing another strangled cry from her throat. It's too much, it's too much, but even so, it still feels so good she can't bring herself to protest.
Oh, she realises. She's the one not being given an opportunity to pace herself. ]
Oberon, that's not faaaiiiirrr... [ That's the strongest protest she can muster, drawn out of her slow and sweet and thick - honey pouring out of her instead of words. ] Y-you're not even giving me a chance to...
[ To what? Touch him? Think? Breathe? With the way his fingers are pinching are stroking her, she can barely manage any of them. ]
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Oh, she realises. She's the one not being given an opportunity to pace herself. ]
Oberon, that's not faaaiiiirrr... [ That's the strongest protest she can muster, drawn out of her slow and sweet and thick - honey pouring out of her instead of words. ] Y-you're not even giving me a chance to...
[ To what? Touch him? Think? Breathe? With the way his fingers are pinching are stroking her, she can barely manage any of them. ]
You're so mean...