She wanted. She wanted this, wanted him desperately, each kiss and bite satisfying some part of her that was in need of this connection. Breathy moans released against his neck as he slowly pressed in, took more and more of her for himself. And there was a definite carnal attraction for the werecreature. Being pinned to the wall, teeth so close to her neck, it had led to a heat that had nothing to do with fire.
But that likely wouldn't have been so appealing if it hadn't been MK. Her eyes widening. Flushed face getting more so in the face of MK looking....well, his monkey self. A self who was definitely more self aware. A keening whimper as she's kissed, kissing back just as eager and hungry, but opening her mouth to him. To let him have all he wants.
The lust had been there from the start of this encounter, but the burning in her veins turns to a thrumming warmth around her heart as MK takes her hand, as he speaks the thoughts Red Son fights to keep to herself. Breathing getting heavy, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes as she's filled with every roll of his hips, as she confronts why MK effects her so.
"I wanted you. I wanted you under me, wanted to see you submit to me," she breathed, grip tightening on his hand. Thoughts she would entertain deep in the night. She had wanted to destroy MK, but MK was also powerful and handsome, and thoughts of conquering him another way had been appealing, regardless of her distaste for actually forcing someone. It had been a fantasy, and that was it.
Then MK had gotten under his skin. Offered mercy and trust and help in a world where Red Son never expected those things. Then friendship, kindness, affection. The fantasies felt too dangerous then. Too easy to hope for something he could not have.
But dreams don't listen to attempts to guard oneself.
Red Son's head falls back as she felt their hips connect, exposing her neck, a heady moan spilling from her lips. Legs tightening around him, to keep him still as she just savirs the feeling. "I want you to want me. I want you to dote on me, take care of me, as much as you interrupting my work vexes me, the fact you worry makes my heart ache," she murmured breathlessly. She squeezes his hand and raises it to her mouth to kiss the back of it. "I want to make you feel so good. I want to take you to pieces, my Noodle Boy."
Her legs loosen so he can move, her free hand moving to run through his hair, the smile on her face adoring. "I want you to love me, MK."
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But that likely wouldn't have been so appealing if it hadn't been MK. Her eyes widening. Flushed face getting more so in the face of MK looking....well, his monkey self. A self who was definitely more self aware. A keening whimper as she's kissed, kissing back just as eager and hungry, but opening her mouth to him. To let him have all he wants.
The lust had been there from the start of this encounter, but the burning in her veins turns to a thrumming warmth around her heart as MK takes her hand, as he speaks the thoughts Red Son fights to keep to herself. Breathing getting heavy, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes as she's filled with every roll of his hips, as she confronts why MK effects her so.
"I wanted you. I wanted you under me, wanted to see you submit to me," she breathed, grip tightening on his hand. Thoughts she would entertain deep in the night. She had wanted to destroy MK, but MK was also powerful and handsome, and thoughts of conquering him another way had been appealing, regardless of her distaste for actually forcing someone. It had been a fantasy, and that was it.
Then MK had gotten under his skin. Offered mercy and trust and help in a world where Red Son never expected those things. Then friendship, kindness, affection. The fantasies felt too dangerous then. Too easy to hope for something he could not have.
But dreams don't listen to attempts to guard oneself.
Red Son's head falls back as she felt their hips connect, exposing her neck, a heady moan spilling from her lips. Legs tightening around him, to keep him still as she just savirs the feeling. "I want you to want me. I want you to dote on me, take care of me, as much as you interrupting my work vexes me, the fact you worry makes my heart ache," she murmured breathlessly. She squeezes his hand and raises it to her mouth to kiss the back of it. "I want to make you feel so good. I want to take you to pieces, my Noodle Boy."
Her legs loosen so he can move, her free hand moving to run through his hair, the smile on her face adoring. "I want you to love me, MK."