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Huh.

[Clever.]

I'll allow it. [Especially since he hasn't come yet.] Do we have a plug here?

There's one under the pillow in your room.

[.... Is it maybe a little strange that she brought a sex toy to his apartment and didn't say a word? Maybe. But all the same.]

And befitting my punishment, it's black and very intimidating looking!

[Is it maybe a little weirder that he expects her to do that kind of shenanigans?]

All the better...

[He takes a grip of her hips and pushes everything in about an inch more, getting in a big stretch before he starts thrusting in both the front and back in an alternating pattern.]

[Of course not! It just means that he knows and accepts her!

Now, see, she really fucked up by getting relatively used to the rhythm he'd already set up. Was she still left more than a little breathless? Of course! But that's nothing compared to suddenly being spread open even further.]

Holy!

[Shit fuck god and all of the above. She has to allow herself to adjust to it but it isn't very long before she's rocking back and forth, matching the pattern that he's set, and rather shamelessly at that.]

Heh...

[He sits back leisurely so he can get a better vantage of her gyrating her hips lewdly with his thrusts.]

You really ought to be punished for how filthy you are...but I guess I'm guilty too for loving it.

[Boxer's actually tempted to be a little rough with her right now but decides against it, since she is on her period and full of inflammation--he can still feel it--but figures this is more than enough for her already. Besides, it's been a long time since they started, and he makes up for lost time rather quickly, whispering tiny groans into her shoulder as he pumps her up with his first load.]

['Lewd' is the right word for it because she's really going for it and she had tried to keep herself relatively silent but that lasted for a grand total of a few seconds. Maybe Boxer wasn't going to be rough with her and that was probably for the best, but between the high pitched whimpers and the almost brutal manner that she dropped her hips almost defeated his kindness.]

Your p-punishment is! Never not fucking me!

[Look, she's not destined to make a lot of sense in the throes of passion, and certainly not when he comes. The sheer volume of it makes it a whole experience unto itself, enough of one that she goes from excited bouncing to lower, easier grinds as he fills her up.]

[Hormonal, isn't she? He doesn't really know how to make heads or tails of what she just said, but he's also still really feeling the moment anyway even though he just came. The way she's moving makes all of her curves jiggle and bounce--including the new one--and he licks his lips in response to just watching her. How can one woman be so unbelievably sexy?

Hopefully she won't find it too much of a hinderance when his unoccupied tentacles come up to grope her...everything, while the ones still inside of her resume fucking her.]

Incredible...

['Cause she is.]

[Sex makes you say crazy things! Or, well, that's probably just Nariko, in all honesty. All that matters is that Boxer gets it and he's not flung out of the moment because she doesn't plan on slowing down, let alone stopping in the immediate future. For her this is the kind of moment that feels limitless, as if she might be able to go on and on without submitting to fatigue or overstimulation!

That's bullshit but she's gonna milk it and if that means embodying her past life as a porn star or professional whore then by golly she's gonna channel it as if her life depends on it.

Boxer makes it a little easier when he goes right back to moving in her, and that wandering tentacle gets its own special, thankful little whimper. So definitely not a hindrance! Her voice denies the possibility as much as the quickly growing mess between her legs does, there's a telltale squelching noise that follows every single thrust of her hips especially as she begins to draw up all the way again. Is he ever going to tell her to stop or will he just let her keep going and going and going ... ?]

[Why in the world would he ever tell her to stop? He's got the best seat in the house to watch her go wild, and he's absorbing as much of it as possible. Plus his tentacles get to stay nice and moist when they're inside of her so that's always an additional benefit. He still has a refractory period to deal with, but that doesn't mean he can't fuck her--and let her fuck him--to completion as his hands sneak in front of her and start kneading her tits.]

[Boxer is such a sweetheart, letting her go at it like this! This is why she worries about their sexual life being a little unbalanced, as she's notorious for multiple orgasms and it does take him a little while longer. But, then, it's not exactly good to measure sex in orgasms, there's a lot more to it than that.

She's still gonna try to do something special for him later. It might involve chocolate syrup.]

Boxer!

[Right now she's busy drawing his name out into warped syllables. Her hands cover his, pressing at them a little harder. She loves his big hands, they're perfect for feeling her up and it excites her that much more.]

[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.]

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