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Thundercrash (w/DeviousFish)

"Shhhh..." His lips made their way up to Sparkler's ear as he stroked her hair. Ever so slowly, he leaned forward until her nipples pressed against his skin. Her breast yielded and spread across his flesh as he continued his advance. He arched his back to press his toned abs against her stomach. "You don't have to force yourself. Just enjoy it."

His lower hand slipped down her bottom, fingernails dragging against her skin. One long finger crawled through the gap between her legs, and he gently massaged the very bottom of her slit, enjoying the softness of her folds.
 
His breath tickled against her ear as he shushed her and she shivered. She felt his hand smoothing over her disheveled locks, gently soothing her. It felt good, calming her frayed nerves. For a moment she savored it, that sweet, intimate action. How could that be the same hand that had killed so many?

Then, as he slowly pressed himself against her, she thought she would lose her mind. His skin was smooth and hot and wonderful. As her aching breasts were pressed against him, molding to his firm chest, her aching peaks signaled her loins to wake up. She had to remind herself who she was with. Were those not the eyes of a murderer she had stared into only moments before? But it was hard to think about that. His words echoed in her ear, an all too tempting offer. Don't fight. Just feel. That would be so much easier. To just slip away, lose herself to the hedonistic pleasures he offered her excited body. But she told herself she had to hang on to that last bit of sanity her overstimulated senses threatened to steal from her. To preserve some small bit of herself.

"N-no..." she panted and squirmed against him, an action that proved only to heighten her arousal. The sensation of his skin was trumped only by the feel of it sliding against hers. She bit back a groan before she continued. "G-get away from me. I don't... I don't want this. I don't... I don't..."

Her voice trailed off, distracted by the explorations of the hand at her rear. His fingers began to play with her warm folds and she sucked in a breath. It was this she had been dreading. She jerked violently in her restraints and swallowed a moan. Just that little bit of manipulation to her moist petals sent shocking tremors through her body, knotting her stomach and rushing heat between her legs.

"St-stop!" she pleaded and gasped, though she didn't know why. He had never heeded her before. "I-Its too much! Its just too much!"
 
Silver Soul reveled in her struggles--partially in the feel of her skin sliding against his, partially in their futility. The satisfaction he took from slowly tearing her pride to shreds made the pleasures of her body all the sweeter. The shaking when he reached her loins was different though--that was not a shudder of defiance, he felt, but one of acceptance, an instinctual reaction to the pleasure. She was already damp, and increasingly hot. But her feeble protests showed that her mind was still far too focused for what he had in mind.

When she pleaded once again for him to stop, insisting it was too much, he had to laugh. "Too much? Oh no, my pet, it's not enough. Surely you cannot be satisfied by just this." His teasing finger slowly parted her lower lips and he buried it knuckle deep in her flesh.
 
It took a moment, but after a few slow breaths, Sparkler was able to still her trembling. But just when she thought she had regained her composure enough to speak, he sent her spiraling out of control again. With just one thrust of his finger, he shook her to the core.

If his manipulations to her nervous system had made the surface of her skin sensitive, her insides were even more so. As he slid his finger inside her hot passage, she could feel acutely its shape, its angle, its devilish twitching. Her body jerked and then stiffened against him, fighting the intense pleasure just that single finger was evoking. Only a few thrusts the right way, a few brushes against that sweet spot, he'd send her tumbling over the edge and into ecstasy. How she wanted it and how she dreaded it! Choking on a sob, she gulped fearfully, fully realizing the control he now had. With just this much he was driving her mad, what would happen if he decided to kick things up a bit? Her heart palpitated in her chest and she panted heavily, trying to catch her breath.

"I can't... I can't..." she stammered, tears staining her eyes. "I can't breathe!"
 
Soul held back an elated giggle as she squirmed most delightfully under his intrusion. He didn't want her to know how excited he was getting; he had to be calm here. It was fortunate she couldn't see his face at this angle, because it probably would have given him away. Her objections were met with his breath blowing over her ear in another soothing, "Shhhhhh..." He wriggled the finger inside her playfully. "You're fighting it, Sparkler. The longer you resist, the more you'll have to endure. Just relax. Let go. Let it happen."

He withdrew his finger, sliding it along her skin and towards her bottom, the wet tip tracing the cleft of her cheeks. He took just a moment to press his digit against her second hole, smearing Sparkler's juices against her other opening, before his fingers climbed the mounds of her buttocks, crawled over her hips and back to her front. He ran his middle and ring fingers down her smooth skin, through the patch of curly blue hair, and then along her sensitive lips. He reached the very bottom of her opening and began to make his way up, before pressing the two fingers together and driving them into her vagina as one. This penetration was slower and more subtle, going in joint by joint, until his knuckles were pressed against her wet labia.
 
Her own emotions were in too much turmoil to notice much of his, even if his face had been visible to her. If Sparkler could only focus enough, her newly heightened olfactory perception might have alerted her to his excitement. And with his body pressed so closely, she wouldn't be able to miss much if it began to manifest in his nether regions. At the moment, however, she was just struggling to keep her bearings and control the sensations overtaking her brain and eroding her last bits of rationality.

"I-I can't... I won't...I..." she argued, when he removed his fingers from her opening so that she could breath again. "I-I-I hate you." The last was stated simply as fact, not with any passion or anger. It seemed more like she was trying to remind herself of this than hurt him.

His slick fingers at her back entrance made her jump and for a moment she was afraid he was going to intrude there. He had threatened to take her there once and it didn't seem like it would be a pleasant experience. But his fingers moved on, tracing cold, wet paths along her skin, making her shiver. Then he burrowed his fingers back in between her folds, coming in from the front this time. He moved slow, so agonizingly slow. The two digits slid through her swollen lips with painful tedium. Hot, wild tension was building, but his slow movement kept it from spilling completely over. She couldn't help but groan as his fingers slowly, carefully penetrated her again. If he moved just a little faster, he could release her, but instead he held her wickedly teetering on the edge.

"P-please..." her voice finally croaked, desperate and wanting. "I can't... I can't... please." Sparkler didn't know what she was begging for. Did she want him to stop? Or did she want him to continue and finish her off. All she knew is this gentle assault on her senses was maddening.
 
"Please what, my pet?" He chuckled. "If you don't tell me, I can't help you." He pulled his face away from hers as he untangled his hand from her hair, instead taking a firm grip on her chin so he could gaze into her eyes. He couldn't help but grin at her expression. "Do you even know what you want?" He laughed again and released her face, sliding his hand around to the back of her head. "That's alright, Sparkler. I know what you want." Just as slowly as he had driven them into her, he slid his fingers back until they were just barely brushing her labia.

For a moment it may have seemed as if it was his intent to withdraw from her again, but instead he pounded his digits back into her. This time, he expertly positioned his thumb to press into her sensitive nub. And, at the same time, he pulled her head towards him, dragging her torso with it and pressing her breasts more firmly against his skin as he kissed her.

But was not content to leave it at that; he wriggled and twisted his fingers vigorously inside her while his thumb led her clitoris in slow circles. He was breathing heavily by now, and his powerful chest swelled and contracted against her yielding bosom.
 
Sparkler met his gaze, wide-eyed and desperate, when he took her chin in his hand. Her mouth hung open, panting for air, lips trembling. As she stared into his smiling eyes, she pondered his question. What did she want? She knew the right answer to that question. The right answer was that she wanted him to let her go, to end her torment. But there were other things she wanted. Her body was screaming for them. Things she had scarcely imagined before meeting him. She stared at him in a confused stupor, trying to make sense of her conflicting desires. Then he spoke. And he laughed at her again. That smug laughter that made her feel small and stupid. She narrowed her eyes at him and mustered her strength to retort. Even as her body keened remorsefully at the absence of his retreating fingers, she determined to stay strong, to show that no matter what he did, she was still the hero! He didn't have her!

Before she could speak, however, she felt him drive those fingers back inside her passage. Her whole body jerked with the suddenness of the action and she gasped. Then his lips attacked her open mouth silencing her. He pulled her more firmly against him until she could not distinguish her flesh from his. It was one mass of hot, damp skin, molded together. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing deepened and started to more closely match the pace of her own fevered gasps.

Then as his fingers began to move inside the wet, swollen channel, she arched her back. Her movements were restricted by the bindings on her wrists and ankles, but she couldn't help but writhe as he manipulated his digits inside of her. When his thumb began teasing her clit, she felt shockwaves of pleasure rocket through her body. The feeling was so intense that it was actually painful, and for a moment, her vision blurred and her sight blackened. Due to her over-stimulated nerves, it only took a moment of this and she was soon overwhelmed. Her body shook with pleasure and she moaned into his kiss. The walls of her channel fluttered and rewarded his hand with her hot juices. Her legs quivered, and if not for the shackles and his arm holding her firmly, they would have collapsed beneath her. She closed her eyes and once again was lost to the pleasure he was giving her. All thoughts washed away in the tidal wave of ecstasy. This time, it would be harder to come back. Every nerve in her body was fighting for her attention, they wouldn't let silly things like conscience and morality get in the way of satisfaction. All she could do was convulse against him, wracked by the force of her orgasm.
 
Silver Soul shuddered eagerly at her stifled moan; it was all he could do not to plunge his growing member into her right then and there. But that really might give her a heart attack, and then what would he do? He could probably still extract the generator from her corpse, but he would feel really stupid having put so much effort into her only to let her die now. Maybe someday, he would try such a thing, but for now, he would restrict himself to the fingers.

Not that he was showing all that much restraint. Even as her body convulsed with pleasure, he didn't let up. He tightened his grip on her head and pulled her even deeper into his kiss, no doubt straining her jaw with the pressure of it. His teasing hand did not relent, fingers still writhing inside her throbbing passage as he flicked his thumbnail back and forth against her clitoris. He continued until the shuddering finally stopped, until her orgasm was spent, to pull away once more, drawing his drenched hand out of her. He drew shaky breaths as he stared at her, her skin slick with sweat, her thighs coated in juice. He inhaled slowly through his nose, then out just as slowly through the mouth, trying to regain enough control of himself to speak steadily. There was an added benefit--his warm breath washing over her skin. He didn't want to let her cool down, not completely.

He reached his dripping hand toward her again, this time to stroke her cheek. The tender gesture was made more vulgar by the fluids he smeared across her face in the process. "There's a good girl," he whispered. The corner of his mouth twisted into a grin and he spoke a little louder. "And good girls get rewarded."

It took only a slight shift of his hips to tease her with his rising manhood. It was only a slight touch, the tip of his length brushing against her inner thigh and across her messy lips as he turned away from her. That would certainly give her something to think about in the few moments he was away from her, walking over to the computer panel. The patterns engraved on the keys represented individual circuits and components of the machines; indecipherable to most people, but to Silver Soul, who had so lovingly crafted the machines and knew them intuitively, it was a far simpler method to operate them than a more normal computer interface.

A few keystrokes was all it took for the manacles to slide open with a hiss and drop Sparkler unceremoniously on the floor. The enhanced senses would recede almost immediately; of course, that meant the return of her strength. But he Soul wasn't worried. With her mind as far gone as it was, her body was no threat to him, no matter how powerful. It was merely a toy, and one he fully intended to play with. He made his way back to Sparkler's side. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
 
Lost in the blinding rapture of he climax, Sparkler continued to convulse against him uncontrollably. His nimble fingers continued to push her further, each thrust and flick, driving her into a frenzy. She whimpered pitifully into his lips, simultaneously wanting more of this explosive pleasure, and yet also feeling she couldn't take another second. It became so intense at one point, that her spasms became painful, and she couldn't breathe. Her heartbeat pounded wildly in her ears and her breath was held ransom by the sensations flooding her. For a moment, she feared she would black out. Eventually, however, the tide ebbed and she found she could fill her lungs with air again. He withdrew his fingers and her passage twitched a little at his parting, oozing more fluid onto her thighs. She felt his breath wash over her tingling flesh, and it made her shudder again. Her body felt like it was on fire and her mind was in a blissful cloud.

"There's a good girl."

His words sank into her skin and filtered into her hazy mind. Somewhere, in a dark corner of it, she felt an intense swell of pride. A deep, indescribable, satisfaction brought about by his praise. Wrong. Wrong. All wrong. She pushed the thought down as hard as she could. A grown woman shouldn't seek praise. Shouldn't revel in it. Certainly not from a character as debased as this man. No, it was obscene. What he had been allowed to do to her body was bad enough, there was no reason he should invade her mind.

Those confused thoughts tumbling around in her pretty head were abruptly halted by the firm presence at her thigh. With a gasp, she jerked away, realizing what it was. Did he plan to take her now? On the one hand, her greedy pussy seemed to be craving more, as it twitched excitedly with the nearness of his member. On the other hand, could she take that kind of stimulation? What he had done with just his fingers had nearly driven her insane. What would happen if he took her fully in the state she was in? Would her body be able to take it? She watched him in silent dread as he expertly manipulated the control panel.

It came as quite a surprise when the manacles released her. She felt herself falling, her legs seeming like jelly beneath her weight. The cold of the floor met her bare skin painfully, but the fading of her enhanced senses distracted her from that. The room seemed to grow darker, duller and everything else seemed foggy and unclear. It was like she was underwater suddenly. She knew this was how she normally perceived things, but it seemed somehow lifeless now that she had seen it in a new way. Slowly, she pushed herself up on shaky arms. She crawled a couple inches and tried to stand, but while her strength had returned, her coordination was muddled. With some great effort, she turned to face Soul, puzzled and still a little dazed. Why had he let her out? Was this the reward he was talking about?

"Wh-what are you doing?"
 
Silver Soul knelt down behind her and reached out towards her. "What do you think I'm doing?" He took a firm hold of her hips; and with that, whatever subtle worry had nagged from the back of his brain evaporated. Even if she started to struggle now, he could keep his hands on her long enough to drain her energy and subdue her. Not that he expected much resistance, but she was perhaps not quite as lost as he had thought. She could still form coherent sentences, if not particularly perceptive ones.

"I'm giving you what you were begging for earlier." He dragged her towards him, sliding his hard length along her dripping orifice. His member swelled at the touch of her lips. He rocked his hips, running his manhood back and forth along her opening, until he was fully ready. He pressed the tip against her, ready to pierce her, and stopped. "Now, what do you say?"
 
"You-youre..." Sparkler muttered, seemingly unable to process what's going on.

"He's going to fuck you. Right here. On the floor. Like he's done twice -no thrice- already," chimed the still functioning part of Sparkler's mind. The cold tone of her inner voice sobered the hero up a little. Was she going to just stay here and take it? She wasn't shackled anymore. There had to be some way of escape.

"I should... I should do... something..." her thoughts flowed slowly, like cold molasses, and seemed to stick in the gears of her brain.

Too late. He had a firm grip on her naked hips now. If he wanted, he could suck all the electrical energy out of her in a matter of seconds. Dully, she realized she had missed a short, precious window of opportunity. As he slid his member along her slick mound, she groaned. The sensation was pleasurable, though not as shockingly and painfully intense as when she had been tripping on her own body's nerve signals.

"Wh-what do I say?" she squeaked, her mental clarity clearly returning to her. "Does it matter what I say? You know I didn't mean.... I didn't mean that."

She was cursing herself now. For her helpless begging before, for her missed opportunity, and for the pleasure she knew she was about to derive from this next...violation. Her body shook with self loathing and rage. But she realized she was helpless to do anything now.
 
Silver Soul desired little more than to make her beg again, this time more explicitly, but to be honest, she was recovering her senses faster than he would have hoped. If he pressed the issue, she would resist him mentally, and perhaps physically, and that resistance would be something she could cling to later. Better that he plunge her back into the haze of pleasure as quickly as possible. Still, he was a bit disappointed that his dream would not see fruition, at least, not right now. He considered it a slight defeat at Sparkler's hands.

Not that she was likely to appreciate it in her current position. "Of course you did," he replied to her protest, before plunging into her dripping innars. Considering the overwhelming stimulation he had just subjected her to, he didn't think he could afford to be gentle, not if he wanted to provoke a reaction. Besides, she was stronger now, stronger than she had ever been when he'd taken her before. So he pulled her body towards him as he thrust into her, employing all the strength of his arms, abs and legs to drive his manhood deep into her core.
 
If Soul was expecting Sparkler immediately be putty in his hands after that show, he was sure to be disappointed. He had driven her into a mindless, sexual fervor with his manipulations to her body, but that was over now. Her brain was working again. She still had her pride, even if it was being cruelly and methodically stripped away. Perhaps she would plead with him to free her or leave her alone. That was humiliating enough. But to beg for any kind of sexual satisfaction? No, she could still only scarcely admit to herself that was something she craved. Hate for him and personal shame still drove those desires back. Her incoherent pleas from before, where the intention had been unclear even to herself, were the closest he was going to get to that for now.

"No..." she stammered. "You KNOW I don't want this."

Then, suddenly, he was inside of her again, and her head spun. Her mouth fell open as if in a silent scream and she arched her back as he dove into her with vicious force. Instinctively, she struggled a little as he pulled her towards him, but couldn't bring herself to attack. Even with her senses returned to normal, the sensation of his shaft burrowing deep into her slick passage was stunning and nearly paralyzing. Her eyes closed tight, tears forming at the corners and groaning, gnashed her teeth in pain as he penetrated to what felt like her very center. Soon, she was flush with his body, her round buttocks pressed firmly against him.

Overcome by rage or frustration or passion, she growled. Balling up her fists, she cried out and slammed them into the floor beneath her, leaving a mark and causing the room to shake a little. This caused her to wonder briefly why he had not sapped her power or bound her wrists. Did he think so little of her ability to resist? Her breath came unsteadily as she thought of this, her blushing mounds rising and falling. It was hard to think with him bearing down on her right now, her inner walls twitching excitedly against the member stretching them. But she would ponder this more later, when she wasn't so... distracted.
 
"Don't you? Your own body doesn't seem to know, so it's certainly news to me." Silver Soul laughed as he drew back his hips and pounded into her again, bearing down on her with such force that the floor cracked under her fists and kneecaps. With each thunderous thrust, the cracks spread, the walls shook, and concrete dust poured down from the ceiling.

Dimly, Silver Soul was aware that if he kept this up, he could bring down the building. Part of him adored the idea, but he didn't want to damage his machines. Something to consider for later... He slid his hands away from her hips, up her sides, until he cupped them over her breasts. He hauled Sparkler up off her hands, pressing her back against him as he squeezed and kneaded her soft mounds. Now that his thrusts were directed upward, there was less pressure on the floor. As an added bonus, that meant more force directed on Sparkler's body. A normal woman would be torn apart, but Sparkler was stronger than he was now, if only by a little.
 
The woman couldn't respond, not only because she wasn't sure how to, but because the force of his next thrust knocked the air right out of her. Pain rocketed up through her loins and stomach at his bruising invasion and her mouth could only hand open. Her elbows bent under the force and her head dipped forward almost kissing the ground, but she managed to hold herself up. Each subsequent blow drove her down and felt like an explosion inside her passage, crashing violently inside of her. The floor beneath her was less sturdy than she, and began to crack beneath her, evidence of the power of both his body and her own. She realized then that he had never taken her at full strength before. Her body was holding up reasonably well, defending and healing quickly, an ordinary human would have long been crushed into the ground and ripped open. She wondered if he intended to fuck her into the next floor.

Then she felt him begin to work his hands up her sides and shivered. When he had his grip firmly on her full, taught breasts, she groaned. They weren't as sensitive as when he had her nerves on overdrive, and had nearly provoked her to orgasm with just her nipples, but his hands were stimulating nonetheless. She was lifted up irresistibly until she felt the muscles of his chest pressed against the curve of her back. From there, he began to thrust into her again, driving her upward, the force causing her to continue sliding forward until she was almost off his cock. Then, gravity and his unyielding grasp, brought her back down again, in a collision of pain and pleasure. At first she was silent, breathless, trying to adjust and fight against the crash of muscles and skin. Then she began to moan and whimper, her body fighting for pleasure again. It hadn't been that long since her last climax, so she was already primed for the next one. She hated herself for wanting that pleasure, but she did.

Her hands hanging limply at her sides searched for something to cling to and she found his own, still grasping her breasts. Her fingers slid over his wrist and up to his hand and she gripped against him tightly, not thinking what it might seem like to him. That sweet release, that beautiful euphoria that came after, was all she could think of.
 
As Sparkler began to emit such delightful noises, Silver Soul couldn't help but chime in with a throaty groan of his own. As much as he loved the feel of her body under his hands, enveloping his member, there was nothing better than the knowledge of what he was doing to her mind. When she grasped desperately at his hands, he had to laugh. It was clear to him that she had once again abandoned rational thought and surrendered to desire. And really, who could blame her?

He pulled his left hand away from her bosom; he had need of it elsewhere, but that didn't mean her poor breast had to be neglected. With a twist of his wrist, he slipped his hand from her grasp, then with a quick move took hold of her hand and pressed it down against her own chest. The implication, he thought, was clear: do it yourself. After all, inexperienced as she was, it was about time she started taking a more active role in her own pleasure. He ran his newly freed hand up her chest and neck, stroking her skin with his fingertips, until he cupped her chin in his hand. Gently, he tilted her head upward so he could look down at her face. Her lovely features were stained with sweat and tears, and to Silver Soul, that made her all the more perfect. "You are... beautiful..." he breathed.
 
It felt strange to grip her breast on her own. She had touched her breast in private before, of course, but to be groping herself in this context felt shameful. But she was so close to another orgasm, it occurred to her that she could bring it faster herself. The thought of that sweet release pushed every other concern out of her mind. Every time he slammed into her, she gripped viciously against the soft flesh, digging her fingers in until it bruised the skin.

Her gaze met his when he tilted her head up towards him. When he spoke, she let out a shaky breath and a hot thrill rushed through her body. Even more color flooded her already flushed cheeks, turning them a deep rosy pink. Quickly, she averted eyes.

While she had been an ugly duckling as a girl, she knew her own beauty. She had noticed the admiration of men and jealous glares of women. It was with confidence that she wore her skin-tight uniform and patrolled the city. For some reason, to hear him say it, with his face looking down at hers with fiery lust and intensity, brought a new charge to the words. It was shameful. Vulgar. She shouldn't feel this way. Shouldn't feel...excited by his praise. But she did. So much so, that her body responded. The excitement that had been building boiled over and she suddenly bucked against him. The walls of her passage gripped him and she moaned as the first of her spasms began.
 
As Sparkler began to roughly fondle her own breast, Silver Soul shuddered within her. It might have seemed like such a small thing, but it was an act of complicity and of submission, and long after the haze of lust had faded, he would be able to use that memory against her. The mere thought was so thrilling that he could barely hold back. Thankfully, he didn't have to, not for much longer, anyway, as her body began to tighten around him.

He continued to slam his manhood into her dripping folds, making sure her orgasm was well underway, before he bent his neck down to kiss her, and drew the energy from her lips. He drained her slowly, taking the time to savor it, while also ensuring that the sensation could continue through the length of her climax. As the power was drained from her body, he slowed down his thrusts, his brutish force giving way to something almost tender. After all, her body was being reduced to that of a mere human, and he didn't want to break her. At least, not physically.
 
Gasping and moaning she shook as her climax crashed through her. This second one was stronger than her last one and it gripped her so hard she could barely breathe. Each powerful invasion of his member sent new jolts of pleasure emanating from her core. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she closed them, surrendering to the rush.

When his lips met hers, she inhaled sharply. Her eyes flew open and she stared at him in shock. Every cell of her body was screaming. Their connection had suddenly become more than just through flesh. It was through power. He was draining her. Her mind was not so lost to the sweet chaos that she did not notice that. She could feel the energy slipping slowly away, even as she jerked and writhed and spasmed against him. His thrusts, while now more careful and controlled, were more than enough to carry her through. Her body was weakening. And it was ecstasy. Her eyes fluttered closed again, shutting out the world. She moaned against his lips. There was only darkness and bliss now. His kiss, the surge of her energy pouring into him, and his delicious rhythm inside of her. No thoughts. No distractions. Just pleasure.
 
Silver Soul could barely concentrate enough to drain Sparkler of her power; in fact, he was getting to the point where he could barely restrain his own body. Considering his ever-growing strength, he was still being gentle, but her breast, throat, and face would all be badly bruised where he was clenching them. His kiss became more insistent as his restless jaw worked and his tongue parted her lips. The energy flowing into his body, along with her increasingly intense spasms, were all Soul could take. As much as he struggled to keep his eyes fixated on the beauty who shuddered in his embrace, he couldn't help but screw them shut as he released his seed inside of her.

But he didn't stop there; even though he was spent, he continued his slow, gentle movements inside Sparkler until her climax finally reached its end. When the last tremor had passed, he pulled his mouth away from hers and gazed down at her. "Good girl," he breathed, before removing his hands from her body and allowing her to slide off his manhood and plop onto the floor.
 
His grip on her body became fierce and bruising as Soul's own pleasure overtook him. A cold fear clawed at the back of Sparkler's mind even as she moaned against him. The power inside of him now dwarfed her own and he could easily crush her if he lost control. Instead of lessening her pleasure, the risk and excitement only seemed to elevate it. The pain of his fist clamping down on her tender breast and his hand bruising her neck and restricting her breath provided a counterpoint to the ecstasy, making it all the sweeter. She arched her back and her limbs shook, so fragile in his arms now. As he pumped his seed inside of her, she continued to convulse and for a moment thought she would die.

Then it was over. Her shivering body was coming down from its stratospheric high and he was sliding his member from her dripping hole. A few more gentle pulses from him coaxed from her a jerk and shudder but she was done. His words of praise brushed against her face and she felt simultaneous emotions of warmth and satisfaction as well as disgust and self-loathing. Her body fell limp against the cool of the cracked floor and she lay there in a listless puddle. She was still breathing hard from the exercise, her chest rising and falling quickly, but otherwise she remained silent. Maybe if she didn't speak, she could savor the last of the quickly fading haze of pleasure and not have to face reality again?
 
"My precious pet," Soul murmured as he crouched down beside her, gently running his fingertips along her back and up her shoulder. "I'm so glad you enjoyed yourself." He turned his gaze to Larksong, who was staring at the scene. The tiniest spark of anger burned beneath her otherwise blank stare. "Jealous, my little bird? Don't worry. You know I wouldn't forget about you." A collar formed around the heroine's neck, dragging her towards Soul. Larksong crawled as best she could to keep up, but the collar's relentless pull was too fast, and she scraped her knees and elbows on the concrete.
 
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