[ She can't talk, at least not right away. For a good minute, the only thing that comes out of her mouth are shallow cries, half-formed gasps of his name. Even without her managing to put words to it, though, it's so easy to hear just how much she loves it - how much she loves him - in every noise that spills past her lips, especially when they finally take shape; his name spills out of her, louder and sharper with every thrust.]
O-Oberon - aah-!
[ With her needy voice, there's no way to mistake her words for the shameless begging they really are. Every plea that breaks past her lips only sounds more eager than the last, even as the pitch keeps climbing higher and higher, especially as the pace he's set drives her closer and closer to the edge. ]
Please - Oberon, I love this - I love it, please, please, please, I -
[- need more, she needs so much more. She needs all of him, everything he has to give - she wants to lose herself to this and drown in it entirely, until she's completely beyond repair. ]
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O-Oberon - aah-!
[ With her needy voice, there's no way to mistake her words for the shameless begging they really are. Every plea that breaks past her lips only sounds more eager than the last, even as the pitch keeps climbing higher and higher, especially as the pace he's set drives her closer and closer to the edge. ]
Please - Oberon, I love this - I love it, please, please, please, I -
[- need more, she needs so much more. She needs all of him, everything he has to give - she wants to lose herself to this and drown in it entirely, until she's completely beyond repair. ]