If she wanted to 'tend' to him, to 'heal' him in ways that her staff and understanding of nanobiotic healing could not... why did she desperately accept something like this? Angela's curiosities were challenged with a test – a necessity to accept a true bond and ... test the sensations coursing through her. Ghosts of feelings other than her own were weak and perhaps... his strength would one day be hers?
Or... of course, there's attraction in ways she can't quite understand. It was not merely Eddie that allured her senses, brought pleasure to her core – it was something foreign, alien that consumes her and gives her sensations that makes her past lovers disappear from her mind. There is only...them. All of them working to provide something. The force, the precision, the vigor... all of them give something that Angela greedily benefits from.
Had she enough of a breath, she'd insist they keep impressing her in some lust-hazed slip of her tongue. The new sensations were hard to parse where one started and the other ended – her lower half a pounded, growing sore sensation that she handles well. Pleasure, of course, was at the forefront... but what was pleasure without the adjustment of pain? Of force churning her insides and splitting her in two?
She's close. They have to feel it – how her hips grow more frantic, that her ass settles for a few lingering moments when the tip of his length brushes to nearly the absolute back of her... Angela refuses to even if they were in some competition that remained unsaid (and maybe this was one of the first hint that Angela knows it is one now). ]
Don't. Not right now. [ Not when she's coated in sweat, knees turning a shade of red from digging onto either side of him – where her features look desperately down to her bonded. ] If you're taking... me... I want the same in return. You'll give me what you can... nnn, what you need to give me.
[ She didn't stutter, not when she keeps a second orgasm at bay, desperate with her own demands. ]
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If she wanted to 'tend' to him, to 'heal' him in ways that her staff and understanding of nanobiotic healing could not... why did she desperately accept something like this? Angela's curiosities were challenged with a test – a necessity to accept a true bond and ... test the sensations coursing through her. Ghosts of feelings other than her own were weak and perhaps... his strength would one day be hers?
Or... of course, there's attraction in ways she can't quite understand. It was not merely Eddie that allured her senses, brought pleasure to her core – it was something foreign, alien that consumes her and gives her sensations that makes her past lovers disappear from her mind. There is only...them. All of them working to provide something. The force, the precision, the vigor... all of them give something that Angela greedily benefits from.
Had she enough of a breath, she'd insist they keep impressing her in some lust-hazed slip of her tongue. The new sensations were hard to parse where one started and the other ended – her lower half a pounded, growing sore sensation that she handles well. Pleasure, of course, was at the forefront... but what was pleasure without the adjustment of pain? Of force churning her insides and splitting her in two?
She's close. They have to feel it – how her hips grow more frantic, that her ass settles for a few lingering moments when the tip of his length brushes to nearly the absolute back of her... Angela refuses to even if they were in some competition that remained unsaid (and maybe this was one of the first hint that Angela knows it is one now). ]
Don't. Not right now. [ Not when she's coated in sweat, knees turning a shade of red from digging onto either side of him – where her features look desperately down to her bonded. ] If you're taking... me... I want the same in return. You'll give me what you can... nnn, what you need to give me.
[ She didn't stutter, not when she keeps a second orgasm at bay, desperate with her own demands. ]