Absolute Punishment; A Night In The Forbidden Hotel With My Bitch

='Behemoth'=
March 8, 2023 @ 8:39 AM

-Wait-

Awaits.

Is still waiting, actively, kicking leg.
-Patience-

Glares at with piercing eyes, kicking swaying leg with a bit more gravitas about it.
-Severity-

Pops gum "... Is That Right? Show Me Something, Then."
-Gum-

Eyes sharpen, glaring into yours undaunted and unmoving. "... Try Me." Sneers. "Taking Your Sweet Time Fucking Around And Finding Out. Seems More Like You're The One That's Afraid. I'm Just Waiting For You To Prove Me Wrong." Pops gum dauntlessly.
-Cut-

"Don't Act Tough Where You're Not." Buries face in neck. "... Kiss Me Here." Hold head from the back and pulls it into nape with force.
-Nip-

Moans a little, gasping lightly, briefly; hand up to bouncy chest. "... You Scared?"
-Hum-

Snatches your collar and drags you down as well, glaring with dark, dreary, unwavering eyes. "... Make Me." Grip tightens when we hit the floor, daring you to get up... If you even can. The amount of tension in the grip seemed to bear a malice that didn't match the look in the eyes.
-Grasp-

Continues the kiss with soft voracity, light ferocity in biting tongue and lips. When done, instantly slams you into the ground with the same hand, glaring down at you with a piercing stare.
-Bedspread-

With a tight and firm grip around your neck, with other hand, the nearest leg is forced to spread open, and own leg extends back to wrap around and lock with the other, keeping both spread apart, and hand free to choke you. "... My Legs Do That, Too..." Spanks inner thigh, choking harder. "... Scream For Me..."
-Grip-

Grip loosened somewhat when looking into eyes, sitting above with a stoic demeanor and expression. The smug smile was met with an even tighter squeeze, almost asphyxiating. "... I Wanna Hear You Try." The feeling of the hard member was granted by the rear slowly rubbing upon it as well, teasing at it with cold and unchanging eyes.
-Choke-

Pulls you up securely, watching your eyes dim and expression fade. Soft, nigh inaudible moaning escapes, drawing you near enough where lips would almost touch -- just shy. "... What Was That...?" a commanding whisper with much more force than seemed possible would interject, "... I Didn't Hear You." Slowly sliding upward and adjusting position, the phallus would be slid over by a plump rump, and nearly expertly slipped into the warm crevice of flesh that invited it inside. "... Fuck Me," she demanded, squeezing neck tightly.
-Yank-

March 9, 2023 @ 1:31 AM

Looks away, uninterested. "Trying Too Hard. Not Hot." Doesn't look aroused.
-Boredom-

March 10, 2023 @ 4:29 AM

Turns the knife so the edge touches the skin, and not the point, then slashes at the waistline around during a quick embrace. "Stop Talking. Or I Will Kill You." Blood trickling from the slight wound on the side would spill over the blade-bearing hand. "You Talk Too Much." Sticks finger inside.
-Execution-

Licks lips, then licks hands, smearing blood down my face. Silently and swiftly, a hard, strong fist is met square in the gut of boyfriend. "... Excuse Me?" Twists knuckles in. "... Who The Fuck Do You Think You're Talking To?" Muscles tense; flex. "... You Choke Like A Little Bitch." Punches again -- even harder, somehow. "Keep Spilling Your Guts, I'll Spill Your Fucking Guts." Snatches his throat, squeezing hard, right at the jugular, as if about to rip his windpipe out, glaring emotionlessly. Coldly. "..." Punches his stomach profusely, until he topples over, then grabs knife handle. "... Get Serious."
-Drink-

Eyes narrow, becoming sharper than blades. At that point, pain that is done is converted into stimulation -- mostly into sheer malice -- which generates a great deal of tension that isn't being released. Teeth grit so hard they'd nearly fuse together, speech is no longer capable. Touches and strokes his abdomen gently, then sucker punches him harder than ever, wrapping other arm around his neck, licking his lips. "... If You Call Putting Me To Sleep -Good-." The sharpness of the words cut as deeply as a knife, but the tone sounded as dull as a bludgeon. Reaches down at his hardness now, stroking it some, then twisting it. "I Will Tear It The Fuck Off." He thought he was so big and strong, but he was going to get fucked up like that, and smacked around violently, until he was screaming bloody murder for more... To bring him to the brink of his life. "... You Don't Know Who You're Dealing With." Punching him off and toppling him over whilst they were on the ground, snatching his pants roughly, sits on his dick, eyes quivering, but face expressionless. "... Thought You Wanted To Fuck Me Up?" Slams down on him, eyes quivering. "... But You're Not Fucking Me Like You Mean It..." Voice is stoic and still cold, despite now profusely bouncing on his member, abs tight, fingers raking against them, yet face maintaining emotionlessness, no matter how rough it gets. "... Keep Trying Me, I'll Kill You..." It didn't sound like a joke nor a threat. Pounded him harder, then punched him in his gut again. "... Better Cut That Cockiness Out Before I Cut Your Fucking Cock Off." Clenches hard around him, then laughs some, giggling crazily as speed picks up, and wildness further goes out of control, though never at all slips off of him, nor him out of her -- as if being held in place by a vice.
-Cook A Bitch-

Giggles crazily, moaning some, then suddenly becomes emotionless, snapping a leg over his shoulder, eyes almost glowing, narrow, and half open. "... Harder." That was a demand, not a request. "... Like This..." Her other leg wraps around his, and the tightness of the stretch would also provide security by the tension, and also accentuate the strength of her loins, further so also by her tense abs, that which would be grinding against him as she slammed her spilling vagina against him. "... Cum," she commanded, eyes shaking, darting about, face still emotionless. There was a sudden break, and she snapped her arm around him, clenching tightly, digging nails in and thrusting herself from the balcony railing to propel them both with great force to the ground, crashing hard on his member. Slowly, smoothly, she enveloped the entire thing, barely moaning, or making any facial expression at all, as she licked the tip of his lips, lightly, squeezing out juices on him with kegel flexing, hips and body completely motionless during.
-Assertive-

"... Next Time, I Won't Be So Fucking Nice." - 6:18 AM
-Kiss Of Death-

7:20 AM

Guzzling his jizz easily, she gazed at him with silent, murderous intent. There were no more words for him, because he thought he was hot shit, and didn't seem to really understand what he'd gotten himself into. Without moving her arms, her legs sprang into action, and her upper torso looked somewhat lifeless... Only, it was extremely tense, fists clenched and jaws completely clamped shut. The strength of her legs was monstrous -- as if all the tension in her body was focused right into her crushing thighs, which wrapped around his head and under his arm, locking behind him and drawing her genitalia to his face. She hadn't blinked even once, nor changed expressions. The tight grip of her legs and power of her thighs would secure her steadily enough where, if he could hold her weight on his own, she would rise up totally using her core alone, arms dangling to the side, not being used at all, fists still tightly clenched. "... You're Too Cocky." He apparently thought that -she- was done just because she'd been playing a -little- rough with him. He hadn't any idea just how high she could escalate. None in the slightest. No one did. No one had ever even witnessed. "... Now Maybe You'll Shut The Fuck Up With A Mouth Full Of Pussy, Pussy..." Legs locked tightly, she squeezed his head and neck hard, towering over him, arms still hanging off from the side, ready to punch him, obviously, at a moment's notice, for any and every reason.
-Leghold-

She ground her pussy on his face, driving his head into the floor. "You're Done When I Say So, Bitch." She looked emotionless, eyes fluttering some, lashes batting profusely.
-Facesit-

"... What Was That...? Still Yapping...?" - 7:58 AM
-Mouthful-