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[Look, man, it's an awful lot of penis to orgasm at once. The pleasurable aftershocks are probably comparable to that of a human woman's, honestly.

He squeezes her breasts, pinches at her nipples, leaves wet kisses to the back of her neck; despite his refractory period, Nariko's enthusiasm is infectious, and she'll feel the tentacles spreading her ass again when the vigor comes back to him in full force.]

Come for me...

[... You know that sounds awfully indisputable, and she probably wouldn't fret so much if it were a little easier to measure what he's feeling in comparison. Of course she could also just trust him to bring up any concerns, but that would be far too simple.

Following his request is easy, though, because another benefit of Boxer's size is that it's easy to feel as if he's everywhere, pushing her senses into overdrive so there's no choice but to come. Which is really just fine, she wouldn't - doesn't - want anything else in the moment. Well, it may have been nice to say his name again but she's only capable of raised whimpers, every muscle taut and her back arched just slightly as it happens.

This man is gonna be the sweet, sweet death of her.]

[Boxer chuckles darkly as he watches and feels her orgasm. Even though she's coming, he doesn't let up on her at all and she'll have to face the intensity through the entire duration, Boxer's amusement making itself apparent.

He leans in and whispers to the back of her ear:]

You're such a good girl, Nariko. You even know how to come on command...

[Mm, yeah, she didn't think this through but it's alright! She can probably withstand the nonstop pleasure, she just won't be able to talk clearly throughout it, or at all, really. When she does manage to stop writhing and twisting on his penis it's just in time to hear that. She's so pleasure laden that just the use of the world makes her groan darkly.]

I guess even career criminals like myself have some talent.

[Were they still keeping that play up? Who knew. It sounded good and even though she'd felt as if she could go for hours there's maybe one more good orgasm in her and then she's going to pass out. It would be nice if her hormones could make up their somewhat collective mind.]

[Oh! Boxer's pleasantly surprised. He wasn't holding her to the expectation that she'd keep up the scene, but since she has...]

Unfortunately, we can't change your conviction. But you'll get a reduced sentence for such good behavior.

[Whatever that might actually mean...still, he's at full mast again, pumping into her pretty unmercilessly. Only because he knows she can take it.]

[Man, Boxer has a really big dick. Which, y'know, she's been very aware of! But somehow she's really feeling it more now, and there's no question about being able to take it, she doesn't falter in the least.]

'Do the crime, do the time', it's only right.

[Or something. It's a little harder to keep her thoughts together now, and it'd be nice to think it was simply the relentless fucking that was altering her vision that really wasn't it. She leaned into him to relax for just a second and then ... Fell asleep. Immediately, dead-ass unconscious.

But still perfectly reactive so, y'know, keep going for it if you want, Boxer?? But she's just gonna curl up against you and nap for at least an hour.]

How'd a wise, well-behaved girl like you get in trouble?

[He's the one who decided she was in trouble, though. Rhetorical question. Not that it matters though, because she's already out.

Like, out-out. Boxer was more than ready to let her rest against him, but the very second she goes limp, he stops what he's doing.]

Nariko? Kitten?

[He checks out her pulse, her breathing, and the responsiveness of her pupils. She doesn't seem to be in immediate danger, so he doesn't see a need to panic. He lets out an easy breath as he looks down at the shared mess between them--maybe she's just anemic?

Instead of just continuing to nail her, he brings her to the bathroom and gives her a warm, fragrant lavender bath. Once her body recovers from the stretch he demanded out of her and he drains his load out from her, he fixes her up with a tampon.

When Nariko wakes up, she'll find herself in Boxer's bedroom, swaddled warmly and tightly in the soft, plush comforter, with a heating pad tucked up against her belly. If she's wondering where Boxer's wandered off to, the quiet clattering in the kitchen is probably her answer. He's got pork dumplings to make!]

[He probably gets swatted at a bit when he touches her face but otherwise she's relaxed, blessedly free of the conscious world. She stays that way throughout the entire process which is probably a little bit impressive - or maybe it's the faint snoring that wins that distinction. Nariko sleeps for a good hour and a half, it's only the return of her cramps that force her awake.

For a good few seconds she shoves her face into the pillow and whimpers, reaches down to press the heating pad up against her lower stomach where it hurts the worst.]

Fuck!

[Goddamn periods. Bleary and groggy she twists in the bedsheets.] ... Boxer?

[Wasn't she with him? Why was she in bed? With a little twisting Nariko tries to get away from the bed and put her feet on the floor. Nariko barely stands upright before she's forced to accept that the combination of pain and zero strength in her half-asleep limbs means that she goes down with a yelp and a thud. Hell of a way to wake back up.]

[Boxer looks towards his bedroom when he hears Nariko call out for him. He washes his hands and dries them off to go tend to her, but as soon as he reaches the door he catches sight of her falling.

Jeez, she's really in bad shape, huh?]

Nariko!

[He wheels over to her and his tentacles gently lift her up from the floor and seated in his lap.]

Are you okay?

[She's on her ass by the time he gets there, and she's halfway towards pulling herself up onto the bed, too. Of course Boxer derails that, and she's not gonna complain because going by tentacle is way easier than trying to use her legs right now.]

Thank you. [Leaning back a bit she smiles at him.] I'm okay, cramps just came back, [In full force.] and I feel like my head's in a tilt a whirl.

[Miiight be a tad anemic.] Weren't we having sex?

[She'd said some bad line about doing crime and then Boxer's voice and...] Did I fall asleep?!

Yeah, you went out cold on me. I was worried.

[Don't mind him he's just giving her a bunch of affectionate rubbing in hopes that it'll ease the tiredness in her body. He's working on a very iron-rich dinner so they won't have to worry about it for long.]

[Anything that occurs near her lower back is a godsend, and she shows her appreciation with a groan - though it's warped by his answer.]

Holy shit. [Who the hell falls asleep in the middle of banging?! Especially when it's that good???] I'm so sorry!

[Oh god this is embarrassing.] It's not - Not you! I always get really tired and sort of frazzled during this time of the month!

[She's gonna go on and on until he stops her because wow this was awful.]

No, no, no--stop, Nariko.

[He gives her a little chuckle.]

It's okay. It's not your fault. I'm making you a big dinner to bring your energy back, okay?

[She stares in a manner that's almost owlish.]

So you're definitely not mad?

[Because she still feels kind of awful.]

What? No! [Lord, Nariko!] Why would you think that I'd be mad?

[He wonders more and more about her past the more these little things come up.]

I fell asleep while we were having sex, Boxer. You weren't even finished.

[Or at least she doesn't remember him coming, and there's nothing down south except for the tampon, so ...]

So? We'll have sex again at some point. Your safety and health is more important than my orgasm.

[If he really dissects her expression he can probably see his words not making sense in real time.]

... Oh.

[She leans back against his chest.] Boxer, you're a really great guy.

[But also try to avoid wondering too much, maybe.]

It's common decency. Maybe not the making dinner part, because that takes some skill.

[Not that he's bragging. Boxer never brags.

(He's totally bragging.)

One of the timers goes off in the kitchen.]

Speaking of which...

[Time to wheel both of them out there!]

That absolutely takes skill.

[This is like .... wingman bragging or something. His cooking is good enough for bragging and she should know it and feel inspired to brag!

But while he wheels Nariko settles against him a bit more.]

Thank you for everything. I don't think anyone's tucked me into bed that lovingly since I was a little kid.

[And he's also very clearly washed her, too. That someone would go to such lengths to take care of her feels amazing.]

[Wingman bragging to win over...uh...herself?]

Gonna be honest...I didn't mean to tuck you in like that. I was just going to lay you down and throw the comforter over you, but I lost control of myself..

[Because that's the thing a monster does when he loses control. He tucks in cute women. But right now, he has some sweet bean paste to attend to! And also steaming some spinach. Then he'll work on stuffing and folding some of those dumplings and arranging them to fry them up.]

[Exactly!!]

I think that's a great way to lose control. I mean, obviously I can roll up in my blankets but it's not the same as when someone else does it.

[She has no idea how he loses control over that, but she doesn't feel a need to question it. That sweet bean paste? Yeah, she finds a little corner of that to swipe onto her finger and eat. Pre-cooking taste testing is vital!]

[It's not like he has some kind of monster instinct that took over. It's much cuter than that: he lost control of himself because she was so damn cute that he couldn't help but wrap her up nice and tightly and protectively!!

...okay maybe there was a little monster factor in there.

He chuckles when she samples the paste.]

You like it? It's supposed to be a filling but I like it as a side.

[He would really have to sit her down and explain that because when she thinks about his instincts it's like ... To eat or hunt or sleep ... Nothing that wouldn't stray too far from human instincts. That has a lot to do with her perspective, but why would any living thing have an instinct to bundle another thing up tightly?

As for whether she likes it or not: He gets an approving food moan, at first.]

I could eat a bowl of it. [But it'll probably be even better as a filling.] How was I lucky enough to meet such a talented, sweet guy?

[Who takes care of her like she's ... Valuable or something.]

[Valuable! Pah. The gall to even suggest it!

But to answer her question, he doesn't actually know, but if he thinks about it for a while he'll realize that he was projecting the comfort he gets from being in tight spaces onto her. Plus, humans swaddle their babies for that reason, right? ...Right?]

Because you were one of the few brave souls that dared to encroach on a dangerous monster's territory. [Now he's peppering the side of her face with kisses.] Well-marked territory at that.

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