[ She lets out a high, plaintive little noise, caught between protest and encouragement. Her whole body trembles against his, oversensitive and aching from everything he's done to her already and now with more of his mana pouring over her wounds in time with his touch, it's even worse. By all rights she should be completely spent after everything that's happened, but apparently Oberon won't be satisfied until she's teary and begging and crying from overstimulation again.
And the worst part is... Ai can't really bring herself to mind. ]
What I wanted you to do was take care of me, you jerk...! Not - mm - not mess me up even more...
[ "Mess" really is the word for it. She's still slick with their earlier intimacy and his touch is enough to have her clenching up around nothing before he's even gotten started properly. She's so sore that it aches to even tense up and she shudders helplessly. ]
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And the worst part is... Ai can't really bring herself to mind. ]
What I wanted you to do was take care of me, you jerk...! Not - mm - not mess me up even more...
[ "Mess" really is the word for it. She's still slick with their earlier intimacy and his touch is enough to have her clenching up around nothing before he's even gotten started properly. She's so sore that it aches to even tense up and she shudders helplessly. ]