Very quickly, Ai stops being able to keep track of where anything starts or ends - or how much time is passing or just how many times he ends up making a mess of her. Everything gets blurred together into a haze of heat and sensation, sweetly stinging pain and all the test y of it, so overwhelming that she can hardly think at all. At some point, she can barely even remember how to breathe. They've had nights before where they've spent hours together, where she's lost track of how many times he's made her fall apart... but never like this. Even those nights, when he's pushed her until she's utterly exhausted and aching and barely able to move, have left her some room to breathe. Or think.
This feels like it's gone on for days, for all she knows how to keep track of anything besides the feeling of him using her hard enough to snap her clean in half. By the end, her voice has broken again, coming out of her in a weak and needy rasp with each thrust. She feels numb, dazed, used; hot tears streaking down her cheeks and she knows he's never brought her to tears like this before - then finally, finally, Oberon shudders apart above her, spilling into her yet again even though she's surely already filled beyond what her body can take -
Finally, it all eases to a stop. Finally, he slows and then stills; finally, Ai's able to draw in a shaky, gasping breath of air, her whole body still trembling and shaking weakly underneath him. She's limp, thoroughly wrecked; she can feel every inch of where he's bruised her and aches sorely all over, and she feels sticky and wet and full, so much so that it almost hurts.
And yet... she's still clinging to him.
She can't quite speak yet. She doesn't know if she can speak full stop. After a moment, Ai manages to gather herself just enough to shift underneath him, turning her head just enough to press a weakly trembling kiss against his throat. ]
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Very quickly, Ai stops being able to keep track of where anything starts or ends - or how much time is passing or just how many times he ends up making a mess of her. Everything gets blurred together into a haze of heat and sensation, sweetly stinging pain and all the test y of it, so overwhelming that she can hardly think at all. At some point, she can barely even remember how to breathe. They've had nights before where they've spent hours together, where she's lost track of how many times he's made her fall apart... but never like this. Even those nights, when he's pushed her until she's utterly exhausted and aching and barely able to move, have left her some room to breathe. Or think.
This feels like it's gone on for days, for all she knows how to keep track of anything besides the feeling of him using her hard enough to snap her clean in half. By the end, her voice has broken again, coming out of her in a weak and needy rasp with each thrust. She feels numb, dazed, used; hot tears streaking down her cheeks and she knows he's never brought her to tears like this before - then finally, finally, Oberon shudders apart above her, spilling into her yet again even though she's surely already filled beyond what her body can take -
Finally, it all eases to a stop. Finally, he slows and then stills; finally, Ai's able to draw in a shaky, gasping breath of air, her whole body still trembling and shaking weakly underneath him. She's limp, thoroughly wrecked; she can feel every inch of where he's bruised her and aches sorely all over, and she feels sticky and wet and full, so much so that it almost hurts.
And yet... she's still clinging to him.
She can't quite speak yet. She doesn't know if she can speak full stop. After a moment, Ai manages to gather herself just enough to shift underneath him, turning her head just enough to press a weakly trembling kiss against his throat. ]