I have it sitting a bit away, with the volume down. [ He knows how to accommodate his sensitive hearing. And some things are worth a minor twinge of pain. (More the problem has been finding earbuds or headphones that work with it. He resigned himself to being forever distracted by the world a long time ago, though.) ] He as loud as you like, please.
Now... I believe we were talking about MK making me beg. After a good while of my resisting and him slowly wearing me down. [ Macaque draws the words out like he's done this a thousand times. Practically purring. ] Yeah?
Just checking. [He was attentive about his neck, was upfront about something that was a lot easier to make him potentially vulnerable (as momentary as it'd be), he wants to be careful in turn. Especially when testing out the territory of fantasies.]
[He closes his eyes, listening to Macaque speak.] Yes. [He takes a breath, feeling his face heat up, licking his lips before speaking. More drawn out, though more from careful selection, to not stumble.]
MK is so determined. He wouldn't hold back until he had what he wanted from you. He loves the noises others make. He loves it when he can hear he's wanted.
Knowing he could get you to beg for him would make him so pleased. I think it'd be a coinflip on whether or not he'd purr from the heat of it, or make those cute chirps because of how happy he'd be.
[ The phone is a little different when it comes to his hearing, since he can only pick up what the microphone does, but Macaque hears that breath loud and clear. He can imagine Red Son trying to relax into this despite his nerves. ]
Not only noises. I'd be straining against his hold -- I'm one of the strongest, but he's stronger. [ Macaque pays attention to what pushes people's buttons. ] He'd have me squirming as he held me fast. My voice breathless, so eager to say whatever he wanted to hear. I'll do anything to get him closer, anything.
We'd be letting you direct the whole thing, to the extent that MK can be directed. Guided. What would you have him do to me, now that I'm reduced to tattered pleading?
[There is a sharp inhale at that. He knew MK was physically stronger than him, and the monkey form was something else, but he wasn't sure where he was in brute strength compared to the other two. It felt presumptuous. To hear Macaque say he's stronger hits that primal want for a strong mate, his own attraction to power.]
It's nice when he does it. Holds you down. Knowing how strong he is, feeling trapped under him, but knowing how much he wants to protect and keep you safe. Even when he's rough, when he's biting, clawing, and you're helpless to him, it's still such a safe feeling.
But I'd keep him slow at first. I know you appreciate pushing, and you deserve the reward at the end. He got you to submit, but now he gets to explore. Let his hands wander without you fighting. Start with teasing your ears, get you closer to that maddening point of maybe too much. Make sure he's full unwrapped you. That he can touch every inch of you freely.
[ Some of that is presumption, Macaque and MK never had a true fight since MK found all his strength. But that one in the theater left Macaque's hand shaking as he held off the staff, and MK does have all of Wukong's power and then some, so it seems a safe bet. Safe enough to use for these purposes, surely. ]
[ Macaque is quite familiar with what it's like to be treated viciously and still feel safe. Wukong never held anything back in the days before his imprisonment. If he was going in on you, it was all the way. This is one reason Macaque had to turn him down until he and Wukong get their shit settled, being close in that way with MK will stir up a lot. Right now, a lot of sadness. MK deserves better than that. ]
I'd trust him to handle me. He has good instinct for it -- being intense and damaging and also caring. And I never mind being knocked about or spilling a little blood for someone like that. Every bite and scrape making me arch toward him for more. Maybe whining a bit if he denied me.
I do appreciate pushing. And being pushed. Him touching my ears when I'm wound so tightly, that would get me. Since I'd know straining against his hold is useless, all I could do is make sounds that might please him. Breathless whimpers and hoarse cries, to show him I'm worth his efforts. Hoping for the reward, also hoping to be denied even longer.
You know what's really good? When he gets like that, the monkey form can come out. That monkey tail is quite useful, wrapped around your wrists, he can keep you where he wants and his hands are both free to explore. Which is good.
Because I don't think he should give you what you want until you can't even think of using your shadows.
[His own breathing is getting heavier, the words coming more easily the longer he talks. Gets comfortable in the fantasy. Getting lost in the images.]
Those growls and purrs in your ears as he teases them, I'll make sure he knows to be gentle. Less gentle when his teeth are in your neck. Even if I heal the mark afterwards, I think MK would enjoy it, seeing his mark on you. His hands touching you everywhere, as he has your hands behind your back, you down on your needs. Never touching you where you ache the most. Even as he fingers you open, he won't push deep.
I want him to tease you until the shadows can't do anything because the only thought in your head is how much you need him inside you.
[ An amused hum ] I know exactly what a monkey tail can be good for. Although he does have three of them, doesn't he. More than enough to keep me right where he wants me, only able to think of the way he's holding and teasing me.
My shadows are second nature, but when I'm so far gone they get -- chaotic. Swirling around in search of a focus. Echoing what their master feels. In this case, moaning and pleading that fills every corner of the room. Even if I'm too far gone to use them, they'll still be a sight.
His voice growling in my ears-- [ a pause, a hitch of breath ] would nearly unravel me even before the bite. My tail lashing in frustration with the bite, since it only intensifies how empty I am, how much I'm aching for him.
I'd beg softly at first, whimpering. And then louder, at his insistence. Crying out his name. Lost in a haze of wanting him, willing to say whatever he wants, anything.
Hm, that's the WereMonkey and that is a whole other fantasy. [He has very much thought of the Weremonkey. Had dreams about it since the moment he pinned him to a wall and whispered mine.] Though his avatar had three. I wonder if he could have multiple as the monkey.... [Oh, that is A Thought, a soft groan.]
[His breathing gets heavier, a shifting of fabric.] That would be a sight. Seeing the clones fall apart, the room filled with your sounds. MK getting so much proof of what he's doing to you. What wonderful encouragement for him.
It really does make you feel empty. The way he bites is so good. It always makes my knees feel weak. He knows how to do it right. [His hand rubs at his neck, where he last felt MK's bite.] And the way he voice sounds before and after as well. A little lower, more confidence, because he knows the affect he has. It does such nice things to his voice. It would be really nice in your ears.
He would want you loud. He likes those whimpers, they help wind him up, a wonderful taste of what's to come, but he wants you loud. Begging for him, saying how much you want him. How much you need him inside. He wants you so worked up so you'll end up screaming for him.
I would keep an eye on you though. You won't need to scream first. Just get that look on your face that says there isn't a thought in your head except how much you need him to take you.
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Now... I believe we were talking about MK making me beg. After a good while of my resisting and him slowly wearing me down. [ Macaque draws the words out like he's done this a thousand times. Practically purring. ] Yeah?
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[He closes his eyes, listening to Macaque speak.] Yes. [He takes a breath, feeling his face heat up, licking his lips before speaking. More drawn out, though more from careful selection, to not stumble.]
MK is so determined. He wouldn't hold back until he had what he wanted from you. He loves the noises others make. He loves it when he can hear he's wanted.
Knowing he could get you to beg for him would make him so pleased. I think it'd be a coinflip on whether or not he'd purr from the heat of it, or make those cute chirps because of how happy he'd be.
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Not only noises. I'd be straining against his hold -- I'm one of the strongest, but he's stronger. [ Macaque pays attention to what pushes people's buttons. ] He'd have me squirming as he held me fast. My voice breathless, so eager to say whatever he wanted to hear. I'll do anything to get him closer, anything.
We'd be letting you direct the whole thing, to the extent that MK can be directed. Guided. What would you have him do to me, now that I'm reduced to tattered pleading?
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It's nice when he does it. Holds you down. Knowing how strong he is, feeling trapped under him, but knowing how much he wants to protect and keep you safe. Even when he's rough, when he's biting, clawing, and you're helpless to him, it's still such a safe feeling.
But I'd keep him slow at first. I know you appreciate pushing, and you deserve the reward at the end. He got you to submit, but now he gets to explore. Let his hands wander without you fighting. Start with teasing your ears, get you closer to that maddening point of maybe too much. Make sure he's full unwrapped you. That he can touch every inch of you freely.
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[ Macaque is quite familiar with what it's like to be treated viciously and still feel safe. Wukong never held anything back in the days before his imprisonment. If he was going in on you, it was all the way. This is one reason Macaque had to turn him down until he and Wukong get their shit settled, being close in that way with MK will stir up a lot. Right now, a lot of sadness. MK deserves better than that. ]
I'd trust him to handle me. He has good instinct for it -- being intense and damaging and also caring. And I never mind being knocked about or spilling a little blood for someone like that. Every bite and scrape making me arch toward him for more. Maybe whining a bit if he denied me.
I do appreciate pushing. And being pushed. Him touching my ears when I'm wound so tightly, that would get me. Since I'd know straining against his hold is useless, all I could do is make sounds that might please him. Breathless whimpers and hoarse cries, to show him I'm worth his efforts. Hoping for the reward, also hoping to be denied even longer.
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Because I don't think he should give you what you want until you can't even think of using your shadows.
[His own breathing is getting heavier, the words coming more easily the longer he talks. Gets comfortable in the fantasy. Getting lost in the images.]
Those growls and purrs in your ears as he teases them, I'll make sure he knows to be gentle. Less gentle when his teeth are in your neck. Even if I heal the mark afterwards, I think MK would enjoy it, seeing his mark on you. His hands touching you everywhere, as he has your hands behind your back, you down on your needs. Never touching you where you ache the most. Even as he fingers you open, he won't push deep.
I want him to tease you until the shadows can't do anything because the only thought in your head is how much you need him inside you.
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My shadows are second nature, but when I'm so far gone they get -- chaotic. Swirling around in search of a focus. Echoing what their master feels. In this case, moaning and pleading that fills every corner of the room. Even if I'm too far gone to use them, they'll still be a sight.
His voice growling in my ears-- [ a pause, a hitch of breath ] would nearly unravel me even before the bite. My tail lashing in frustration with the bite, since it only intensifies how empty I am, how much I'm aching for him.
I'd beg softly at first, whimpering. And then louder, at his insistence. Crying out his name. Lost in a haze of wanting him, willing to say whatever he wants, anything.
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[His breathing gets heavier, a shifting of fabric.] That would be a sight. Seeing the clones fall apart, the room filled with your sounds. MK getting so much proof of what he's doing to you. What wonderful encouragement for him.
It really does make you feel empty. The way he bites is so good. It always makes my knees feel weak. He knows how to do it right. [His hand rubs at his neck, where he last felt MK's bite.] And the way he voice sounds before and after as well. A little lower, more confidence, because he knows the affect he has. It does such nice things to his voice. It would be really nice in your ears.
He would want you loud. He likes those whimpers, they help wind him up, a wonderful taste of what's to come, but he wants you loud. Begging for him, saying how much you want him. How much you need him inside. He wants you so worked up so you'll end up screaming for him.
I would keep an eye on you though. You won't need to scream first. Just get that look on your face that says there isn't a thought in your head except how much you need him to take you.