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[ She thought she might have somewhat more control in this position but that proves not to be the case. It feels far too deep, like he's tearing her apart. But he just keeps going. She reaches down in an attempt to hold him back even just a little.The sounds she makes become more choked as she tries to stifle tears. It hurts too much to support herself so she leans against him instead, the one who's hurting her. He was the only one who could properly punish her for her insolence. ]

[More and more pain she seems to exhibit. Good.

It's funny, AM did not want to see her at all, having washed his hands of her and all the trouble she caused. And yet now that they are here together, he craves those familiar noises of pain. She has caused far too much trouble in his life, and she needs to suffer for it, after all.

Then again, what will she do? Cry to Jonathan or someone else about how they had some rough sex? No. She wanted this. This is her doing!

As she leans against him, AM realizes that perhaps she shouldn't be on top. (Then again, "top" just relates to their orientation; it has nothing to do with who is in control right now.) With his hands on her hips, he lifts himself up and pushes her, turning both of them to the side. AM pulls out briefly, though, and straddles himself directly over her, attempting to turn her again so that she is lying directly beneath him, facing upward.

It won't take long then for him to shove his erection back in as he presses his pelvis against her once more, rubbing his cock against her folds. It slips back in easily enough, but this time he tries to find her wrists and keep them pinned to the bed.]

It doesn't take much to shove her off of him. She knows better than to think he's done with her. Just a moment for her to recover before he pins her down. Even when she tries to pull away his cock finds its target. It's easier to lie beneath him than to try to sit up. She gasps at the surge of arousal as he bears down on her.

"You're going... to damage it!"

The act between them is growing far more familiar, something that would happen many times with AM pinning her down and Hiling failing at concealing her arousal.

When she gasps and cries out, it's a noise that fills AM with far more arousal, a blatant symbol of the power he holds. But he ends up laughing - almost like a cackle, but very breathless - when she cries out that he'll ruin her. Or it.

"Ha-- I never ruined it... before!"

But that was her old one. Did she get sub-par surgery this time? Does it matter? She's not his concern anymore.

Her fists clench as she endures him repeatedly impaling her onto the bed. When she had been so concerned about what he could do to her body, the real danger is to her mind. Pain warps into pleasure and her defenses break down with the constant overstimulation leaving her vulnerable. When she realizes how she was slipping there's a moment of panic evident in her expression as she attempts to hold onto what's left.

If AM could see exactly what he was doing to her mind, that would make him climax right then and there, wholly aroused from the power he holds. He does have that wireless connection, but it's limited right now, just a range of bytes indicating incomprehensible emotions.

But her face spells it out - panic. Fear. He wants her to feel that. She should be helpless in his grasp... And for a moment he forgets about all of the mayhem she has caused.

His speed picks up as he pounds into her, essentially claiming her newly minted genitals for himself. His hips press her own into the bed as they move at a quicker pace, his hands gripping tighter at hers. With a loud, almost bestial roar, he finds himself climaxing, pressing his whole body in as he arches his back, letting his long braid swing over his shoulder and onto Hiling's face.

Any coherent thoughts dissolve into raw fear. She can't even hear herself cry. At the same time her body responds to him with intense arousal, acknowledging him as a superior being. It's indisputable the way he's overpowered her. The way he had her wanting to come back. All she can do is surrender as he claims her. She watches him climax, knowing he's filling her up deep inside and that triggers hers as well. Even when his hair covers her eyes she knows how he sneers at her.

As he comes, he hears her cries, feels his cock completely filling her as it had done so often before. Complete surrender now, she is his once more. She never stopped being his. Despite her leaving and not renewing the contract, she couldn't resist his pull.

"Ha... You never stopped being mine."

As he comes down from his climax, he purrs close to her ear before biting down.

"You can't run from me."

Her body is limp with exhaustion. There's a feeling of corruption slowly permeating her entire being. Regardless of what she thinks of him, she is undeniably attracted to him. When he takes her like this her response is like nothing else she's experienced before. If only it didn't feel so good it would be easier to stay away. She lets out a weak moan as he bites her.

"I guess this really is my place after all."

AM's grin slowly spreads as Hiling relents, unable to deny what she wants. And to think, AM didn't even want to do this! She was the one crawling back to him, desperate for his rough ways.

He chuckles under his breath at her, letting his body weight more or less pin her down until he raises his hips up, bringing himself to his knees, then raising his body up so he is somewhat straddling her.

"Well? Just remember, this was entirely your idea and your doing."

"That's why I'm not telling anyone."

She feels dazed as she comes down from her climax. Even once he's not pinning her she can't bring herself to move. Tears still stream down her cheeks. Shame that he knows her weakness. His reminder that she knew exactly what she was getting into when she contacted him.

Hiling's shame is something AM would crave. In many ways she was blunt and open about herself, but AM knew how to push her to that brink.

"You're not?" He sits up on the bed, running his hands over the sides of his face to scoop up loose strands of sweaty hair. "I'm surprised. You always seemed eager to broadcast our exploits."

That's one of the main reasons he relented in getting rid of her, after all.

She curls up turning away from him, her legs pressed together tightly. It's such a confusing feeling, not one that she ever feels very often. She wants to get away and forget about this. It was a bad idea. Even being aware of that she knows how much she physically needs him and that scares her.

"It was stupid of me."

"What exactly was stupid of you?" He leans in as she curls up, brushing away a stray green curl from her face to get a better look at her.

He knows the answer. He knows all. But he wants to hear her admit it.

"Thinking... I was better off without you."

It's obvious she isn't and she should have known all along. That need is embedded in her. She was made to be this way. But he doesn't need her in the same way. She's just a part that can be replaced.

And that's exactly as it should be. AM was angry when she left, and yet in the end he is better off for it. But to have her need him like this feeds into his desire for control.

"Yes... You were pretty stupid indeed." But his voice is soft, almost tender, as if he's whispering words of compassion.

"But what's done is done."

He sits up on the bed, grabbing his pants and fitting his legs through them.

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