[ Who knew that becoming a Master would domino into discovering you're a masochist... the Holy Grail War sure is something, isn't it? He doesn't hold back... he doesn't even touch her playfully. Almost every touch is accompanied by some kind of pain, be it squeezing her too hard or thrusting with all the gentleness of a jackhammer...
...and here Ai is, keening and arching and moaning the whole while, with him reaching deeper with each thrust as if aiming to strike at the knot in her belly.
If only she could see the kind of look she has on her face right now... he'd bully her about it relentlessly. ]
It hurts...? You want me to stop, then...!?
[ He says, still thrusting as wildly as ever, incapable of stopping, not even to bully her. One hand finally leaves her abused and battered breast, but it's running down her stomach and proceeding lower... ]
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...and here Ai is, keening and arching and moaning the whole while, with him reaching deeper with each thrust as if aiming to strike at the knot in her belly.
If only she could see the kind of look she has on her face right now... he'd bully her about it relentlessly. ]
It hurts...? You want me to stop, then...!?
[ He says, still thrusting as wildly as ever, incapable of stopping, not even to bully her. One hand finally leaves her abused and battered breast, but it's running down her stomach and proceeding lower... ]