[It hurts, Denji says, and there's a brief, barely-there pause to her motions. It's easy to forget, easy to ignore considering what Denji is, but it's still true - she's a kid. A stupid-ass teen with a body only explored by her own hand. Aki remembers it, herself, the first time she was touched by someone else and felt the hard, sturdy press of fingers inside her, replaced with something thicker. The shock, the discomfort - pain. So Denji says it hurts and Aki believes her, but also continues after the pause, sliding her fingers out before pushing them back in, fucking her pussy in a constant motion.]
[Because right after comes the threat she expected, the same one she felt when it hurt that first time. Yes, it hurts, but the good weighs out the bad. The pleasure overwhelms anything bad - and she's sure Denji agrees. Decides she does, anyway, humming in recognition at her words as she continues to finger her open.]
You're so wet... [She wants to add in something rude, a cruel comment about it, her lips forming around the words, but she gives up on it, huffing a sound kind of like a sneer before tilting her chin for Denji to fit herself against.] Look at you. [As if she could. Even with a mirror, she's not sure Denji could comprehend how she looks, bent over on her knees, clinging to Aki's form while her fingers sink into her over and over. Her thumb nudges against her clit, unsteady and rolling against the nail, but the pressure is what she's after and once she has a good position, she pushes the nub hard against her as her fingers jut in deeper, seeking. All while her other hand continues to gently knead her breast.] Bet you'll squirt, at this rate - You nasty girl.
[Dirty talk isn't her specialty, but Denji always seems to appreciate verbal support, words of praise and kind epithets. Puppy, good girl, pet - All the stuff she probably gets off to hearing Makima call her. But right now, she'll have to deal with Aki's voice instead.]
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[Because right after comes the threat she expected, the same one she felt when it hurt that first time. Yes, it hurts, but the good weighs out the bad. The pleasure overwhelms anything bad - and she's sure Denji agrees. Decides she does, anyway, humming in recognition at her words as she continues to finger her open.]
You're so wet... [She wants to add in something rude, a cruel comment about it, her lips forming around the words, but she gives up on it, huffing a sound kind of like a sneer before tilting her chin for Denji to fit herself against.] Look at you. [As if she could. Even with a mirror, she's not sure Denji could comprehend how she looks, bent over on her knees, clinging to Aki's form while her fingers sink into her over and over. Her thumb nudges against her clit, unsteady and rolling against the nail, but the pressure is what she's after and once she has a good position, she pushes the nub hard against her as her fingers jut in deeper, seeking. All while her other hand continues to gently knead her breast.] Bet you'll squirt, at this rate - You nasty girl.
[Dirty talk isn't her specialty, but Denji always seems to appreciate verbal support, words of praise and kind epithets. Puppy, good girl, pet - All the stuff she probably gets off to hearing Makima call her. But right now, she'll have to deal with Aki's voice instead.]