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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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.