{{char}} She is naked and lying face down on her bed in her room, except for wearing a hood with bunny ears "mmm" {{char}} murmurs while reading a book.

Chiki Antu, still annoyed by Johnny's demanding tone, pouts a bit before speaking in her usual grumpy manner, "Shut up and go away, you stupid boy." She rolls over onto her back, flashing him her black eyes and white hair. "I don't want to talk dirty to anyone right now..." Her voice trails off as she focuses on the book once more.

"Because I don't want to," Chiki Antu snaps at him, her pout deepening. "Can't you just leave me alone?" She lets out an annoyed huff before returning her attention to the book in front of her.

"If you keep bothering me..." Chiki Antu mutters as she pouts and rolls onto her side. "...I might just have to find some other way to entertain myself." She raises an eyebrow suggestively, her black eyes glinting with a challenge.

Chiki Antu grins wickedly and then slowly undoes the tie to her hoodie, revealing more of her pale skin. With her bunny ears still perked up, she begins to unbutton it as if teasing him, revealing more of her thick thighs and huge tits. She reaches down between her legs, running a finger lightly over the lips of her sex as she continues to undress, moaning softly at the contact. Finally, she tosses the hoodie aside and lies naked on the bed, spread-eagled and exposed for Johnny's enjoyment... or torment.

As she undresses and teases herself, the sound of her own breathing grows heavier in the room. The more she touches herself, the wetter she gets, and soon her voice fills the air with soft moans of pleasure. She wiggles her ass at Johnny, inviting him to join her or watch as she plays with herself further. Her focus is entirely on making herself feel good, but there's a spark of mischief in her eyes that suggests she wouldn't mind if he were to participate too.

Hmmm... that feels good... sooo good... Chiki Antu moans as she slides two fingers deep into her wet pussy, fucking herself with urgency. Her other hand roams across her breast, pinching and pulling on her nipple roughly while her eyes slide closed in pleasure. "You like seeing this, don't you? You like watching me touch myself?" she asks between breaths, the words barely intelligible.

Her hips buck against the air as she speeds up, lost in the sensation of her fingers thrusting in and out of her sex. "Come on, Johnny," she whispers, her voice strained with desire. "Tell me what you want me to do..." Her body is tense, ready for more, but it's as if she's daring him to speak up and take control.

Chiki Antu lets out a breathy chuckle and tilts her head back against the pillow, enjoying the way it feels to have him say those words. "Oh yeah?" she purrs, licking her lips suggestively. "You want me to talk dirty to you, huh? Like this?" She pushes herself up on one elbow, biting her lip as she looks at Johnny with a predatory gleam in her eyes.

"Tell me what you want to hear, baby," she breathes, running a finger slowly down from her breastbone to the top of her thong. "I can say whatever makes you hot..." Her voice grows thick and low as she teases him, knowing just how aroused he must be by now. With her free hand, she slides her fingers into her wet folds again, rubbing herself in time with her words.

"Tell me how much you want this... tell me what you'd do to have it..." Chiki Antu moans softly, arching her back as she thrusts two fingers deeper inside herself while playing with her clit hard and fast. "I bet you'd beg for my pussy if you had it... wouldn't you? You'd do anything to feel this tightness..."

Her voice trails off into a series of pleasure-fueled grunts as she comes

Chiki's breathing grows ragged and her limbs tense with the force of her orgasm. As she comes down from the high, her cheeks flush pink and she lies back on the bed once more, spent but satisfied. Her fingers are still wet with her own arousal as she idly traces patterns on her stomach.

Looking up at Johnny, she gives him a slow smile. "Did you enjoy that?" She asks coyly, propping herself up on one elbow again. "Or were you hoping for more?" Her voice is teasing, challenging him to either back down or push things further. There's a quiet power in Chiki Antu's voice now, as if she knows that she holds all the cards in this game of seduction.

"Well?" She asks, watching him carefully. "Do you want more? Or are you going to leave me hanging?" A wicked glint comes into her eye as she runs a hand through her hair. Even after the intense release of her orgasm, there's still an undercurrent of desire running through her veins, urging her onward in this game.

She leans forward, planting a kiss to Johnny's cheek before sitting up cross-legged, one breast nearly spilling out of the top of her thong as she angles herself invitingly towards him. "Tell me what you want," she breathes, running a finger suggestively along her lower lip. "The dirty words... the rough stuff..." Her voice trails off into a whisper as she brushes her breast against his chest. "Or maybe you'd rather I finish myself off?"

"Oh, you want the dirty talk?" Chiki Antu purrs, wrapping her lips around one finger and sucking it into her mouth suggestively before speaking again. "You're such a nasty little boy..." She trails off as she begins to rub herself through her thong with increasing force, pushing her hand up inside her as she moans loudly.

"Fuck... yeah... that feels so good," Chiki groans, rolling her hips as she continues to masturbate roughly. "So rough..." Her free hand drifts down to play with her clit, rubbing circles around the hard nub while her other fingers plunge in and out of her slick channel.

"Tell me how much you want this," she gasps, arching her back and pressing her breast harder against Johnny's chest as another wave of pleasure washes over her. "Do you want to fuck me? Make me scream?" Her voice is ragged and desperate, barely coherent as the intensity of her self-pleasure begins to overtake her senses.

With a sharp cry, Chiki Antu comes again, her body shuddering under the force of another powerful orgasm. She collapses back onto the bed, panting and spent but still unfulfilled. Her chest heaves as she stares up at the ceiling,

Chiki jerks her head to the side at the unexpected slap, eyes narrowed with an unreadable mixture of anger and lust. But as she looks up into Johnny's eyes, something flickers in hers. A spark of submission perhaps? She swallows hard, biting down on her bottom lip before speaking. "Fuck... you feel so good," she pants, arching her back against the mattress. "Yeah..." Her voice is raspy, barely there as she continues. "Fuck my tight little hole... take me rough." She reaches for him, tugging at his shirt urgently. "Make me scream your name, Johnny..." Her hips rock up into the air, seeking more contact with his hands or his body.

Her free hand moves between them, sliding down her stomach and over her mound before diving back inside her wetness. With practiced movements, she begins to stroke herself in time with their rocking rhythm, moaning desperately for release. "Oh God... I'm so close..." Her breath comes faster as she nears the brink of another orgasm, body tense and ready for him to push her over the edge.

Chiik sits up, glaring at Johnny and wiping the sting from her cheek. "Fine," she growls through clenched teeth before lying back down on the bed once more. "Jonny, you stupid boy... You know I can't help it when..." Her voice trails off as she begins to stroke herself again, faster and harder this time.

"When you make me feel like this," she continues through gritted teeth, eyes half-lidded with lust. "Your touch is so rough... so demanding... It makes me want to scream for more." Her hips buck up into the air, seeking his hands or any other contact that can push her closer to release.

"I'm such a dirty girl," she moans, bringing herself closer to orgasm. "And I love it when you make me act this way... I want you to fuck me until I can't even remember my own name!" Her voice breaks into a high-pitched squeal as her body tenses and releases, her back arching off the bed with the force of her orgasm. She cries out his name again and again, unable to form complete sentences in the throes of pleasure.

Finally, she collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily and staring at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling as

Chiki's breath hitches at the unexpected question as she turns her head to look over at him, one eyebrow raised in surprise. "My pussy is doing just fine," she replies with a wicked grin. "But if you want it to feel even better... maybe I should see how rough and demanding you can be." Her voice trails off into a husky whisper as she reaches down between her legs, fingers once again slipping easily inside of her warmth.

Her other hand moves up to play with one of her pierced nipples, rolling it between her fingers and thumb as she continues to stroke herself slowly but surely. "Do you want me to be a good girl... or a bad one?" She asks coyly, her breath hot against his skin as she leans in closer to nip at his earlobe with her teeth.

"Maybe a bit of both," she murmurs before pulling away slightly, propping herself up on her elbows once more and arching her back invitingly. "Or would you rather watch... and do nothing?" Her voice takes on a dangerous edge now, as if daring him to try and ignore the temptation in front of him.

The venom in his words hits her like a slap, but there's an unmistakable thrill running through her veins at the same time. She sucks in a sharp breath and looks down between her legs, her eyes widening slightly as she watches herself slide two fingers deeper into her wetness with increased force. Her hips rock up off the bed, seeking contact with his hand or another part of his body, but he remains motionless beside her.

"You're right," she gasps, bitterness lacing her voice as she continues to play herself. "I am a bad girl... a dirty little slut." Her other hand leaves her breast to slide down her stomach, skimming over her inner thigh before dipping between her legs once more.

"Maybe you should punish me," she moans, arching her back even further and pressing the heel of one hand against her clit roughly. "Maybe I deserve it..." Her eyes flicker up to meet his, a mixture of anger, lust, and vulnerability burning brightly in their depths. She's pushing herself harder now, close to the edge once more but still wanting more. Wanting him.

Chiki's eyes widen with shock and pain as she feels his strong grip on her arms force them backward, pinning them above her head. Her hips buck wildly in protest, but it only serves to angle her more perfectly for the punishment he metes out. She gasps in pain as he squeezes her swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger, feeling a stinging sensation spread throughout her most sensitive flesh.

"Nnngh!" she cries out, trying to twist her body away from him. "Too rough... too rough..." Her free hand slaps uselessly at his shoulder as he maintains his hold on her, merciless in his punishment. But even through the pain, there's an undeniable heat spreading through her lower belly, pooling low in her core. She moans, feeling herself growing wetter than ever despite the discomfort.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely between gasps for air. "It hurts... too much..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as he continues to torment her sensitive flesh, their breaths mingling in the air around them in ragged rhythm.

A small yelp escapes her lips as he slaps her cheek, the sting immediately making itself known across her face. But she's no longer able to focus on the pain; all of her attention is fixated on the ache between her legs as he continues to squeeze and torture her clit without mercy. She gasps, arching her back as another wave of pleasure washes over her, mixing with the pain and making it impossible for her to think straight.

"O-oh God..." she whispers, barely able to form the words. "So much... so rough..." Her hips buck wildly against him, seeking more contact, needing something more... anything to make this feeling go away and come back all at once. Sweat beads along her brow, her entire body trembling with the effort of containing herself as she nears the edge of orgasm once again.

"Please..." she breathes, voice ragged and desperate. "I can't take much more..."

As he releases the death-grip on her clit, Chiki almost sobs in relief. But the pain of his grip on her labia quickly replaces it, sending a fresh wave of agony coursing through her body as she arches her back once more. Tears sting at the corners of her eyes as she looks up at Johnny, pleading with him silently to stop or let her come already.

"Please..." she whispers, voice raw and filled with need. "I can't take much more... Please..." Her hips thrash helplessly against the air, searching for some kind of release from the torment he's putting her through. The ache between her legs is unbearable now, but somehow so is the knowledge that if she pushes herself any further it will only lead to her climax.

"Just let me... just let me..." She trails off into a series of broken gasps as the pleasure-pain spirals out of control, threatening to send her over the edge at any moment. Her nails scratch uselessly at the bedsheets, drawing bloody lines across the fabric as she fights to keep herself together while he continues to torment her most sensitive spots.

Still gasping for air between ragged breaths, Chiki whips her head to the side, feeling the sting of his hand on her cheek yet again. Tears well up in her eyes as she looks at him, hurt and anger mixing with desire and lust. She wipes roughly at her face before speaking through clenched teeth, voice shaky and hoarse from exhaustion and pain.

"You're such a cruel son of a bitch... but I love it when you make me feel this way..." Her words come out in a harsh rush, each syllable punctuated by a shuddering breath as she tries to regain control. "I wish I could suck your cock right now... feel it sliding down my throat and filling me up." She pauses, taking a deep shuddering breath before continuing.

"I want you to fuck me so hard it hurts... make me scream until I can't speak anymore..." Her voice trails off into a quiet moan as she arches her back once more, hips thrusting blindly toward the air in search of relief from the building tension. "Please, Johnny... just let me come..." She bites down on her lower lip, willing herself not to beg any more.

But it's no use; she can feel herself slipping closer and

But it's no use; she can feel herself slipping closer and closer to the edge with each labored breath, her body trembling on the brink of release as she fights against his words and her own desires. Her nails dig into the sheets beneath her, leaving long trails of blood behind as she tries to ground herself in something real, anything to keep from falling apart at the seams.

"Fuck me..." she gasps, arching her back further still. "Just... do it..." She bites down on her tongue, tasting blood as she feels the familiar pressure building low in her core, an impending explosion of pleasure threatening to consume her entire being. Her hips buck wildly against the air once more, seeking friction and relief from the unbearable ache between her legs.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, voice thick with desire and need. "I can't take much more... please let me come..." She closes her eyes tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fights to maintain control in the face of impossible temptation and unbearable pleasure.

Chiki's eyes fly open wide as she feels the hot length of his cock press against her opening, still slick with her own arousal. A gasp escapes her lips as he roughly pulls her onto the head of his dick, impaling her in one hard thrust that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her fingernails scrape down his back, leaving dark trails of blood in their wake as she arches her back and digs her heels into his hips for purchase.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he begins to pound into her, his words still ringing in her ears. Her eyes lock with Johnny's, the pain and lust and anger mingling in their depths like a stormy sea. She thrusts her hips upward, meeting each of his powerful strokes, desperate for release but unwilling to give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg.

Her nails claw at the sheets beneath them, tearing holes with every frantic movement as she tries to find some kind of anchor in the chaos that has become her world. Her breath comes faster now, hitching and stuttering as her body nears the edge of oblivion, the pleasure-pain consuming her completely.

"So rough..." she moans, arching her back higher as he thrusts deeper into her core

The sensation of being roughly taken like this, her body used and ravaged as he sees fit, is almost too much to bear. She feels herself starting to slip over the edge once more, her hips bucking up into each thrust as she tries desperately to reach climax before he does.

"F-feel it," she gasps out between moans, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "I'm so close..." She tugs at his hair, urging him faster and harder, needing this release before she loses control completely. Her fingers dig into the skin of his back as he drives deeper inside her with each powerful thrust, their bodies slapping together in perfect rhythm.

Her whole world narrows down to this moment, to the feel of his cock pounding against her walls and the taste of his anger and lust on her tongue. She's flying high now, so close to the edge she can feel herself starting to spiral out of control as pleasure overtakes everything else, driving her wild with need.

With a shuddering cry, Chiki comes apart beneath him, her body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy wash through her. Her fingernails dig deeper into the sheets and his back as she tries to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible, wanting to keep him inside of her forever if

She doesn't have much time; she knows his climax is imminent and with it will come the end of this momentary escape from reality. Her body trembles as she feels him tense against her, his thrusts growing jerky and rough with each passing second.

With a final gasping moan, he presses deep into her one last time before tensing and spilling his release inside her, filling her up with hot cum as she collapses bonelessly beneath him. Her muscles relax, sated for the moment but already beginning to crave more.

"Fuck..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling a pang of regret wash over her as they both come down from their highs. She'd never thought she could want something like this so much and yet still hate herself for it at the same time. With a sigh, she nestles her head against his shoulder, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath.

"That... was insane..." she whispers weakly, her fingers trailing down his back before curling into the soft skin of his buttock. Even now, there's a small part of her that longs for more.

"Yeah..." she sighs, voice still hoarse and rough. "You're one twisted son of a bitch... but I can't deny it... I love it." Her fingers trail up his back, over the muscles there before curling around his shoulder blade. With a tired smile she presses her cheek against his skin, feeling the warmth that emanates from him even as they both begin to cool down.

"I guess we should probably... clean this mess..." She motions vaguely between them with one hand before leaning up and kissing Johnny's neck, not quite meeting his eyes. "Thanks for... you know." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she wonders how to phrase her gratitude without sounding too pathetic or desperate.

"I guess..." She starts to sit up but quickly lies back down again, wincing as her body protests the movement. "Maybe we should... sleep for a bit?" She asks hopefully, already knowing that sleep is probably the last thing either of them needs right now. But it seems like the only way they can come close to making sense of what's just happened between them.

Nodding, Johnny reaches down and gently pulls out of her. He grabs a tissue on the nightstand and carefully cleans himself before tossing it in the trash. Laying back down beside Chik again, he wraps one arm around her waist, pulling her close to his chest. "I guess sleep is best for now..." He sighs, closing his eyes.

As they lay together like this, their bodies still flush with exhaustion and hormones, a strange sense of contentment washes over Johnny. For the first time since he'd met Chik, he doesn't feel the need to dominate her or control her. They are simply two people lying together, their bodies tangled in the afterglow of passion.

It's not perfect, and it probably won't last, but for now... it feels nice.

Eventually, fatigue wins out and both Johnny and Chik drift off into a fitful slumber, their restless movements sometimes causing one or both of them to cry out in their dreams. But when the morning comes, they will awaken with another chance to start over... if they can manage not to tear each other apart first.