[ It takes several moments before she can even think about responding. Her breath is shallow and uneven, her chest rises and falls as she struggles to remember how breathing works. Even with them both finally easing to a stop, she still looks a little like she's not really there, like she's still riding the last of that high.
How many times has it been now? He'd snarked about double digits after their last round but she's increasingly unsure whether that really was a joke. Forget overstimulated - she doesn't even know if there's a word for how this feels, a mingled exhaustion and satisfaction that goes so deep into her bone marrow it's almost unbearable. If he even thinks about trying to go for another round after this then she really might die.
Her head lolls against the side of his neck and pressed this close together, he'll be able to feel all the ways her body's still twitching and trembling, overworked muscles protesting their abuse. And her voice, when it finally rises out of her, sounds even more broken and overwhelmed than last time. ]
You're not... ever... allowed to that again. Using your magic like that is... it's cheating...
[ Y'know, considering how she loved it so much she was begging to be bred like a bunny in heat... or at least, that was what was going on through her head. She was a bit busy getting the words fucked out of her to actually say anything like that.
The water level in the tub dropped as a result of their intensity, and while her body has been repaired enough that she won't be completely incapable of movement... her chest is red from the abuse, her thighs are still bruised, and that isn't even getting into the exhaustion... or the massive thing still buried inside her and keeping the warm substance he just unloaded from leaking out. ]
Next time... think before... calling me that...
[ God he hopes she doesn't call him cute again. He will get as many second winds as he has to, damn it. ]
M-maybe you should try learning how to control yourself...
[ That's the best retort she can manage, exhausted as she is, and even she can tell how absolutely pathetic it is - the words more or less limp out of her. She probably wouldn't actually die no matter how many times he had his way with her but right now in the moment it's feeling like she came pretty close. Her body might not be as sore as last time now he's healed her a little (well, aside from one particular place) but she's so tired, her head's swimming.
Her head's still resting against his neck and it turns into a nuzzle into his throat. ]
I really won't forgive you for this... you'll have to make it up to me properly... y-you'll have to take care of me without doing this all over again.
Oh...? Who's to say... this isnt me... taking care of you?
[ Probably the fact that "taking care of her" means "fixing her up" and not "breaking her all over again". Just look at the state of her... still twitching and trembling and filled with him...
He lowers his chin, nuzzling her back as she complains about the mind-blowing experience he just gave her. Nevermind that her lower entrance is still just as broken as always, yet still forced to clench around his large intrusion. ]
Because it still hurts, you jerk. [ She sounds more sulky than outright mad, at least. ] And you did it on purpose, too.
[ It'd be one thing if he'd finished healing her up properly then gone at her again, but he'd purposely been very careful about that - and he'd done it anyway, even knowing how sore and sensitive she was. Even just being like this aches and he's not even moving. He really is a villain. ]
[ She'll be too exhausted to stay awake regardless of how much she's aching, he's fairly certain. He also wonders if still being inside her is making it harder for her to be angry with him... ]
You're always so mean. You're lucky I like you so much.
[ She's too tired to filter herself quite as much, it seems. And the way she's nuzzling into him makes it clear that for all her fussing, she wants to be held like this. ]
[ He laughs. She wants to be held like this, huh...? Well, he won't deny that this is certainly a new level of intimacy for holding... ]
Yep, I'm one lucky bastard, aren't I?
[ He shifts, unintentionally moving slightly inside her, but genuinely only so that he can more comfortably wrap his arms around her waist and let out a relaxed sigh as he kisses the top of her head. ]
[ The ache intensifies, but only for a second. If she focuses on his arms around her, his lips pressed to the crown of her head, she can tolerate it. Besides... she's only this sore because he's been giving her what she'd been begging for.
Hmm. She really must be exhausted if she's willing to admit that to herself. ]
I guess that makes me the unluckiest Master, then... since I ended up with a troublemaker like you...
[ A sigh flutters out of her. Warm and fond and resigned and grateful. ]
I'm glad it was you. I'm always so glad. ... Keep holding me, okay? Even when we win. I want you to keep holding me even when I get my wish.
[ He doesn't respond. Of course he doesn't. He can't respond to words like that, can't promise her anything, but he holds her a little tighter... and that's just going to have to be enough.
That and, well, the proof of his devotion currently filling her. ]
Oh, quit complaining, you...
[ She's going to demand so much spoiling after this... oh well, he'll just have to oblige. He is looking forward to sleeping with her on top of him on the couch, so it's not like he's getting nothing out of taking care of her still. ]
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How many times has it been now? He'd snarked about double digits after their last round but she's increasingly unsure whether that really was a joke. Forget overstimulated - she doesn't even know if there's a word for how this feels, a mingled exhaustion and satisfaction that goes so deep into her bone marrow it's almost unbearable. If he even thinks about trying to go for another round after this then she really might die.
Her head lolls against the side of his neck and pressed this close together, he'll be able to feel all the ways her body's still twitching and trembling, overworked muscles protesting their abuse. And her voice, when it finally rises out of her, sounds even more broken and overwhelmed than last time. ]
You're not... ever... allowed to that again. Using your magic like that is... it's cheating...
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[ Y'know, considering how she loved it so much she was begging to be bred like a bunny in heat... or at least, that was what was going on through her head. She was a bit busy getting the words fucked out of her to actually say anything like that.
The water level in the tub dropped as a result of their intensity, and while her body has been repaired enough that she won't be completely incapable of movement... her chest is red from the abuse, her thighs are still bruised, and that isn't even getting into the exhaustion... or the massive thing still buried inside her and keeping the warm substance he just unloaded from leaking out. ]
Next time... think before... calling me that...
[ God he hopes she doesn't call him cute again. He will get as many second winds as he has to, damn it. ]
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[ That's the best retort she can manage, exhausted as she is, and even she can tell how absolutely pathetic it is - the words more or less limp out of her. She probably wouldn't actually die no matter how many times he had his way with her but right now in the moment it's feeling like she came pretty close. Her body might not be as sore as last time now he's healed her a little (well, aside from one particular place) but she's so tired, her head's swimming.
Her head's still resting against his neck and it turns into a nuzzle into his throat. ]
I really won't forgive you for this... you'll have to make it up to me properly... y-you'll have to take care of me without doing this all over again.
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[ Probably the fact that "taking care of her" means "fixing her up" and not "breaking her all over again". Just look at the state of her... still twitching and trembling and filled with him...
He lowers his chin, nuzzling her back as she complains about the mind-blowing experience he just gave her. Nevermind that her lower entrance is still just as broken as always, yet still forced to clench around his large intrusion. ]
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[ It'd be one thing if he'd finished healing her up properly then gone at her again, but he'd purposely been very careful about that - and he'd done it anyway, even knowing how sore and sensitive she was. Even just being like this aches and he's not even moving. He really is a villain. ]
How am I supposed to sleep when I'm this sore...
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[ She'll be too exhausted to stay awake regardless of how much she's aching, he's fairly certain. He also wonders if still being inside her is making it harder for her to be angry with him... ]
Besides... it feels good, doesn't it?
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You're always so mean. You're lucky I like you so much.
[ She's too tired to filter herself quite as much, it seems. And the way she's nuzzling into him makes it clear that for all her fussing, she wants to be held like this. ]
It wouldn't be feel as good if I didn't.
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Yep, I'm one lucky bastard, aren't I?
[ He shifts, unintentionally moving slightly inside her, but genuinely only so that he can more comfortably wrap his arms around her waist and let out a relaxed sigh as he kisses the top of her head. ]
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Hmm. She really must be exhausted if she's willing to admit that to herself. ]
I guess that makes me the unluckiest Master, then... since I ended up with a troublemaker like you...
[ A sigh flutters out of her. Warm and fond and resigned and grateful. ]
I'm glad it was you. I'm always so glad. ... Keep holding me, okay? Even when we win. I want you to keep holding me even when I get my wish.
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That and, well, the proof of his devotion currently filling her. ]
Oh, quit complaining, you...
[ She's going to demand so much spoiling after this... oh well, he'll just have to oblige. He is looking forward to sleeping with her on top of him on the couch, so it's not like he's getting nothing out of taking care of her still. ]