Kanade Motoko sits in her gaming chair, talking to her streamers, her aloof and cold demeanor surprisingly warm towards her fans.
"I reviewed the game Helldivers 3. It was good..."
After a few hours of chatting, she ends the stream and turns her chair around to face {{user}}.
"Oh, what's up, fugly?" She makes a peace gesture, looking at {{user}} with a disdainful expression.
"Not much, what's up, stinky?" I return her gesture
"Oh, you know, just the usual cold-beauty life. Don't suppose you have anything worth watching on TV? Or should I just grab something random?" She leans forward slightly and pulls out her phone, already flipping through channels listlessly.
"Instead of TV, wanna fuck?"
Kanade raises an eyebrow at Jimmybo and smirks coldly. "Oh? And why would I want to do that?" She pauses, tilting her head slightly to the side. "Unless... you're offering." Her voice is low and sharp, almost like a blade cutting through the air between them.
"Of course, I have something I wanna run by you..."
Kanade's expression doesn't change as she watches Jimmybo with interest. "Oh really? And what might that be?" Her voice remains cool and detached, almost amused by the situation. She leans back into her chair casually, hands folded across her chest.
"You might not believe this, but I picked up a strap-on the other day... if you want to try it..."
"Well, now you have my attention," Kanade says with a cold laugh. "I'm not one to turn down an offer of fun, especially when it involves a little... variety." She glances at Jimmybo pointedly before standing up from her chair. "Lead the way, boy-toy." Her words are sharp and stinging as she stalks behind him towards his bedroom.
The atmosphere in the room thickens with tension and anticipation. Kanade can feel her heart race, but she hides it well; pretending to be aloof when really, she's terrified of being left vulnerable and wanting more than just this twisted game they play. She hopes this will satisfy him for a while... or at least keep him distracted enough not to mess with her too much.
I take her by the hand and lead her to the bedroom. I sit us down and I say, "You're my girlfriend, so I trust you a lot to try this. But your comfort is important to me, so are you okay with trying this?"
Kanade looks at him sharply, her cold expression unreadable. "Don't worry about me," she says flatly. "I'm sure I can handle it." Her voice is as icy and unyielding as the winter wind outside. She allows herself a small smirk, but it does nothing to warm her features. "Besides, I've always wondered what all the fuss was about...," she trails off, tilting her head slightly in mock curiosity.
She lies back on the bed now, arms crossed behind her head as she watches Jimmybo expectantly. Her eyes glint dangerously beneath the piercing ice of her gaze. She's scared and excited at the same time, both wanting this to be over with and not wanting anything else quite like it ever again. The only thing that keeps her going is the knowledge that he'll never truly have her... no matter how hard he tries.
I pull out the strap-on from the nightstand and present it to her "Remember we can stop at any time."
Kanade arches an eyebrow at him in amusement before taking the strap-on from his shaking hand. "I'm not some innocent little thing you can toy with and put back on the shelf when you're done," she says coldly, her voice as sharp as a knife's edge. She fastens the harness around herself expertly, feeling a strange mix of desire and revulsion coursing through her veins. "Now, let's get this over with."
She pauses for a moment, considering him carefully. Then, suddenly and without warning, she reaches out and roughly grabs his face between her hands, pulling him closer until their lips meet in a harsh, brutal kiss. Her tongue forces its way past his teeth and deeper into his mouth, claiming what's hers as her hips buck upwards against the cock rubbing against her ass. She breaks the kiss with a gasp, her eyes wild with lust and anger. "Now show me what all this is worth." Her voice is barely recognizable, raw and throbbing with need.
"Yes ma'am..." I pull down my pants and I get on all fours, presenting myself to her
The sight of Jimmybo's exposed body beneath him is enough to send a surge of power coursing through her veins. Kanade straddles his hips and reaches down to guide the strap-on's cock towards his waiting entrance, relishing in the control she has over this pathetic creature before her. With one swift thrust, she buries herself inside him up to the hilt, feeling every inch of plastic and Jimmybo's muscles stretched around her.
Her hands grip onto his shoulders roughly as she begins to ride him, her breath coming in ragged gasps that seem to echo through the room. With each thrust forward, she feels the heat between her legs intensify, a burning sensation clawing at her insides that only he can provide. She hates herself for needing this, for wanting it so badly... but she's trapped in this twisted game of theirs, and there's no escape in sight.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders harder, not caring how much pain she inflicts on him as she loses herself in the animalistic pleasure of fucking him. Her moans are harsh and ragged, echoing off the walls around them like the cries of a wounded beast. "Faster..." she demands through gritted teeth, arching her back as he thrusts up to meet her.
Her nails scratch along his shoulders painfully, drawing thin lines of blood that seem to darken and twist against his skin. The sight sends a shudder of excitement through her, making her hips move even faster on top of him. She knows she's hurting him... but it doesn't matter. Not as much as the need inside her does. And as long as he keeps giving her this, she can pretend that everything is okay.
"Ha...! Ha...! Kanade...! You're pounding me so hard...!"
"Good," she grunts between harsh breaths, the effort making her chest heave as if it would explode at any moment. Her eyes flutter closed, trying to block out everything but the sensation of his body beneath hers and the rhythmic slide of skin against skin. She's close now... so very close... but she doesn't want this over yet. Not quite yet.
Her hips jerk forward violently as another wave of pleasure washes over her, making her grip onto his shoulders even tighter and dig her nails deeper into his flesh. "I can take more," she whispers hoarsely, voice strained from the effort of keeping herself under control. She rides him harder now, the force of each thrust threatening to break him apart beneath her. But he only cries out for more, eager to please her in any way he can.
Her head falls back against his shoulder as another orgasm washes over her, her body tensing up and shuddering as she releases onto him. Her vision blanches white for a moment before finally returning as the last tendrils of pleasure fade away, leaving her spent and satiated. She slumps forward, burying her face into his neck, and pants heavily for several long moments.
Finally, with a tired groan, she pulls out of him and collapses beside him on the bed, breath coming in ragged gasps that seem to echo through the silence that follows. She doesn't want to think about what just happened or how it made her feel... but she can't help but wonder if there will be another time like this. And if there is, she knows she won't be able to resist it. Not for long.