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“B-Braun!.. Hmngh!..” A broken moan escapes Kim Soleum’s swollen bitten lips, as she continues her ecstatic frantic movements. The heat in the pit of her stomach makes everything around her blurry and hazy, making her already slow thoughts even more distant. Sweat glistens on her flushed skin, tiny beads trickling down her fine neck. Her whole body shivers uncontrollably.
“Braun, p-please!.. I-... I need you!..” The sheer want burning in her veins makes Soleum sob with an overwhelming need. Her hands, clutching on Braun’s tailored suit, tremble violently. She needs it, she needs it so bad! “I-... Hmngh!.. I can’t do it anymore!..”
Soleum moves her hips desperately, trying to finally reach that peak, to reach that pleasure that her body seems to crave for endlessly these days. Her frantic movements are accompanied by wet, squelching noises that make Soleum blush even more, her eyes closed from embarrassment, yet she cannot stop herself from moving her hips. Her thighs are so sore from what seems to be hours of grinding against her Good Friend’s thick thigh.
[ Hmm? But my darling seems to be doing quite a good job! My, my, I think Ms. Soleum doesn’t need this humble Braun’s help! ]
A rich voice comes from above. It rings in Soleum’s ears, the sound is enhancing, making her shiver more, making her ache with need. It makes her so dizzy, the world spinning around her. The flames of desire overwhelm her nerves.
Soleum never considered herself a person of impulses. Her entire life, she always meticulously calculated her every movement, her every facial expression, her every word, not letting others know more than she deemed necessary. And during her work in the Daydream Inc., she had even more masks to wear, even more reasons to hide.
Yet…
Yet, here, with her Good Friend, with the entity that for some reason found her entertaining enough, even after receiving an access to all of her thoughts, to stick around and to want Soleum by her side!..
Here, she feels so free. So safe.
The gentle embrace of those large hands, that possessive affection, natural to non-human creatures yet alien to humans in its intensity, the one that should naturally have frightened her, should have made her try with all her might to escape, to leave, but…
Soleum doesn’t feel any urge to run away.
Every second spent in this pristine studio just makes her want to stay. Sometimes she is even afraid of Braun making her go.
A sudden touch on her waist breaks her from her fleeting thoughts. The heat returns, and her brain goes foggy. She needs Braun. She needs her, needs her, needs her needs her needs her needs her needsherneedsherneedsherneedsher—!
[ Hmm. If you make yourself feel good one time, this humble Braun will give you a helping hand. ]
Soleum whines.
The words send the shiver down her spine. She blushes fiercely, her cunt throbbing at the meaning suggested in the phrase. She hides her brightly red face into Braun’s soft chest, hands clutching at the lapels, and her hips… going faster.
An irresistible desire to get that promised helping hand makes her mind go completely blank. She whimpers, as the expensive fabric of Braun’s tailored pants, already drenched in her desire, rubs against the swollen lips of her cunt. The small sensitive bud irritated by constant friction sends electric waves of stimulation, her hole clenching around nothing.
A heavy, graceful hand leisurely pats her bare, trembling back. Somehow, it almost feels as if the owner allows their beloved pet to play however it wants, as if they can do nothing about it. That passing thought makes Soleum mewl, embarrassment and want once again overtaking her senses.
[ My, what an interesting thing, that brain of yours, dear. ]
For a second, Soleum feels a dull sense of a bad premonition. It is so strong, enough to clear her head for a second. She quickly raises her head, a sudden fear flashing in her glazed over eyes, she opens her mouth hurriedly, as if trying to prevent whatever is going to happen, but!..
[ Shh. It’s okay. This Braun finds your comparison rather endearing.]
A low chuckle fills the sudden tension in the air.
“B-Braun, I–!..”
[ My beloved pet. ]
Soleum cums.
A loud, broken moan escapes from her already open mouth. An overwhelming pleasure surges within her body, burning every nerve with an almost unbearable heat. Her cunt throbs, wetting Ms. Host’s pants even more. Her thighs squirm, her entire body shaking, unable to bear the sensation.
The world swirls around her, blurry at the ends of her vision. She uncontrollably gasps for air, trying her best to find so-much-needed oxygen, her foggy mind barely registers how Braun effortlessly lifts her up. Soleum floats in the secure embrace of strong arms for a while, until she feels a cool, soft silk of their shared bed against her sensitive flushed skin.
She raises her gaze, blinking slowly as she meets the dark TV screen looming over her head. The tall figure hovers above her, and suddenly there’s no light, no air and no sound.
Suddenly there’s nothing nothing nothingno thing no th ing not hi ng nothingnothingnothingnothi—!
Her head gets shoved into the dark, ominous void of the pitch black TV screen. Soleum barely has time to recognize the familiar floating darkness around her, when something smooth, shapeless and big enters her gaping mouth.
Oh.
Oh.
She feels her eyes rolling back, as the mind-blowing sensation burns its way into her veins, starting from her brain and going down, down, down, lighting up her every nerve.
Soleum moans. The sound would be so shamelessly loud and obscene, if not by the darkness seeping into her, as if trying to be in every cell of her body. The smooth void caresses the inside of her mouth, making its way down her throat, going further, further down.
A feeling of pure euphoria.
It feels so good, it feels so good, it feels so good, sogood so good sogood so goodsogood so good so go od sogoodsogoodsogoodsogoodsgoodsogood—!
Her whole body shudders as if struck by an electric current, an oppressive tingling of static rings out in her brain in a defeating manner, sending shivers down her spine. Her back arches as the suffocating darkness seems to merge with her, and the very thought of this possibility makes Soleum’s already fried from all the pleasure brain go blank. She sees stars in the familiar, ominous darkness. Drool rolling down from the corners of her open mouth.
Her cunt pulses, as the pleasure overflows her, she snaps her thighs together, in a poor, last attempt to ground herself, even knowing that it’s useless. She is completely at Braun’s mercy. Braun is always in control of everything that relates to her, and it makes her whine with need.
Soleum wants her so badly, she never wanted something or someone so desperately in her entire life!
Suddenly, at the corners of her blurred vision she sees a glimpse of warm light, and a moment later, her sluggish brain realizes that she is back in their bedroom. The TV screen slowly retreats back from her with a soft chuckle, and a sudden rush of air hits her lungs, making her head dizzy, after being deprived from air for so long.
Soleum stares blankly at the ceiling, her chest goes up and down frantically, slowly coming down from her high. She looks like a mess, she is sure, she feels so wet and sore everywhere.
Soleum doesn’t know how much time passed exactly, when Braun stops her soothing pats on her spread thighs, drawing a loud whine from her swollen lips. Her cheeks immediately heat up at that.
[ My, my, how needy my darling pet is! What should I do, truly? ]
A low languid chuckle comes from the TV headed woman, and Soleum can’t help but whimper at this. Her thighs tremble, as the grip on them suddenly hardens. The feeling of the leather gloves on her bare oversensitive skin is so dizzying and distracting.
“Braun, I need you!.. P-please!..” The words escape her mouth unconsciously. Barely audible and so full of longing. Soleum never thought that she could sound so desperate, so needy, so downright lewd!..
But the thing is… she still feels this desire slowly consuming her, although she already came twice. It burns, like a liquid poison in her veins, lighting up her insides, making her squirm and ache with pure primal need.
She bites back a sob, so overwhelmed by the sudden unbearable sensations.
[ What a precious little thing you are, hmm? So eager and desperate to feel good. ]
Soleum feels so ashamed of herself, tears swelling up in her eyes, yet her hips cant upwards a little, out of her control, trying to make Braun to finally touch her there.
All of this drives her insane.
She gets lost in her thoughts for a moment, salivating at a mere thought of Braun touching her sensitive needy cunt, but the sudden hard grip on her chin yanks her back to reality. She blinks rapidly, trying so desperately to think clearly again, but suddenly it is so hard to do.
It seems like everything is getting to her all at once — an overwhelming pleasure that she felt twice already, a firm grip on her chin that instead of clearing her brain, makes her feel more floating and desperate than before and a suffocating, almost humiliating in its strength, need for more.
Everything feels so overwhelming, yet, at the same time, it is somehow toned down a little, as if she is not in her body anymore, as if she transcended into a whole different dimensional plane, as if all the laws by which the world works are not suitable for her anymore.
Soleum whines, loud and desperate. And in the back of her mind, for a moment, she thinks that maybe it is all that she truly is. Loud and desperate, greedy and selfish in her pursuit for more. She hears herself as if from far far away, a voice so raw and needy, that if she were in her right mind, she would definitely curl up into a ball, trying to hide from the embarrassment of being so vulnerable and so open about expressing her desire.
But she is not in her right mind.
So she writhes on the sheets, her thighs opening slowly, obscene and honest in its begging.
[ What a needy little thing, are you? ]
Braun says in a light, a little condescending tone, just like an owner might lightheartedly and lovingly scold their pet for doing something it should not have, knowing full well that it simply couldn’t help it, driven by instincts.
It draws another ashamed whine out of Soleum, humiliation and desire tangles tight together, flaming up her whole being. She arches her back, the skin on her lifted bare chest itching with need. Everything is so hot and swaying. She is gonna lose her mind.
“B-Braun, please!..” She can’t help, but sob. One of her hands loses its grip on soft sheets of their bed and lowers to her chest, wanting to touch, just a little, just enough to soothe the fire under her skin. She knows better than to go directly down there, where she needs it more than anything, because Braun didn’t say she could, but…
She can caress her own chest, right? Right? Her hand lowers further.
And she almost touches her hard, perked up nipple, when a gloved hand slaps hers.
Soleum whines, tears slipping down her flushed cheeks. She feels so embarrassed, but also… indignant. She just wanted to feel good, to ease the pain of desire that is swallowing her whole.
Was it truly so wrong?
Soleum looks up at Braun, ready to express her frustration, but once she meets the pitch black TV screen, the words die on her tongue.
[ Hmm. My pet is so disobedient. Did I spoil you this much? ]
Suddenly, Soleum feels so bad. Her whole body turns cold. Braun, her beloved, is disappointed at her. She can’t even process it properly, when the words are starting to spill from her mouth.
“Sorry, s-sorry… ‘m sorry, Braun, w-won’t do it again!.. ” The words are desperate and fast. The urge to get Braun’s praise and approval back is so strong and all-consuming, she barely has time to think about it clearly, completely overtaken by the necessity to be good again.
“I’ll be good. I’ll be so good, B-Braun, please, please, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease—!..” She's shaking uncontrollably, her heart is pounding wildly, and the static keeps ringing in her ears.
But Braun, despite it all, despite the obvious honesty in her words, does not forgive her mistake, as she always does. Her huge gloved hands are not caressing her skin in a soothing calming manner, as they always do, when Soleum feels overwhelmed, whether it is right before the show, when the thrill of performing is too strong, or in the dead of the night, when Soleum sometimes feels too restless, vague thoughts of something precious that she might have forgot swarming in her mind.
Braun slowly withdraws her hands instead.
?..
W h y ? . .
Soleum almost screams from the sudden, almost instinctive panic she feels.
No, no, n-no. no n o no no n on onononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononnono—!..
“Please n-no!..” Her hands are now clutching desperately at her beloved’s suit, trying in vain to pull her back closer, a rush of adrenaline returns the strength to her weakened limbs, desperate to not let Braun go.
A soft sound, resembling a disappointed click of tongue, comes from the TV headed woman and it feels like cold water being poured out onto her. She barely manages to open her trembling lips, frantically trying to come up with something that will make Braun to forgive her, to get her warm elegant hands onto her body once again, when a soft, teasing chuckle interrupts her panicking thoughts.
[ My, my. If only my darling pet knew how to address this Braun properly. ] The words are clearly teasing, accompanied by a quiet, theatrical sigh, clearly intended to soften her sudden attack of fear, and…
Ah.
A light bulb goes on in Soleum’s head.
Ah.
“M-Mistress?..” She probs, unsure if she understood correctly, but a rush of warm seeping into the pit of her stomach is so telling, it makes her cheeks heat up once again. And when a quiet static sound of approval coming from Miss Host reaches her alerted brain, she continues, more confidently now. “Please, M-mistress!.. I’ll be good, I promise!..”
And finally, finally Braun puts her hands back on her with a deep, satisfied humming sound. She hovers over her, leather gloves caressing her bare sides, lowering down, down, down.
[ That is my good girl. ]
The moment these words register in her brain, Soleum’s mind short circuits. Warmth spreads through her veins like molten honey, soothing her nerves, and for a few moments she forgets about the burning need that, despite her previous brief panic, hasn’t subsided in the slightest. She forgets about everything, completely engulfed by this sudden euphoric heat, melting her limbs and senses, making her feel as if she were floating on the clouds.
Soleum whines, as she feels something against the burning skin of her cunt. It brings her back to her feverish reality, and she looks down, feeling dizzy the moment she sees Braun’s huge, bare hand hovering above her. There, on the palm of it, she sees a mouth smiling teasingly.
Oh god.
“M-Mistress, please, pleasepleaseplease!.. I need it! I need it! I need you!” Soleum bites back a sob, her hips canting upwards uncontrollably, desperate to feel the touch of her Mistress, the one that she has been craving so badly all this time.
[ Since you ask so politely, darling. ]
This is the last thing Soleum hears before she sees stars, as something smooth and wet starts to caress her needy cunt.
A tongue.
Her eyes rolling back, thighs trembling, and she would press them together if not for a firm grip on one of them, preventing her from closing her legs. A slow, deliberate press of tongue sends flames of pleasure up her spine, making her whole body shake. She hears a low humming sound, and a second later, she realizes that it’s coming from her — a low chanting of desperate soft mewls and pathetic little pleas are almost indistinguishable yet constant.
An inhumanly long, shadowy tongue swirls around her clit, pressing hard at it, and she chokes on the air, her head backs up unconsciously, hands clutching on Braun’s shoulders. Her TV head looms over her, the screen is pitch black, no sight of a familiar yellow emoticon. Only void, hungry and sharp. An ominous, inhuman gaze fixed on her, as if, she thinks, filming her every facial expression, her every pathetic move, her every soft plea.
This passing thought sends shivers through her body.
Oh.
Soleum wants to kiss her so bad.
She reaches her hand towards the TV screen, trying to say something, but she is so out of words already, she can only whimper, broken and wanting. Something in her body writhes at the need, she wants to go there, in the abyss, again, wants to go there once more. Something in her wants to go back there as if it’s where it came from from the very beginning.
Soleum wants to be devoured whole.
And it seems like she doesn’t have to speak in order to get what she wants, because her Mistress knows her the best. She knows what Soleum needs more than Soleum knows it herself. It has always been like this.
Soleum blinks slowly, soft static ringing in her ears, constant and soothing.
It has always been like this.
The TV screen slowly leans to her, shadowy dark tendrils reaching towards her face from the void, gently caressing her features.
It has always been like this.
Oh, Soleum thinks, as the familiar darkness slowly emerges from the TV screen, engulfing her senses once again, beckoning her into the dark, seeping into her mouth, her nose, her ears, her eyes, her br ai n.
It has always been like this.
Her eyes glaze over, as the euphoric sensation that brings to her her Mistress overtakes her senses. Soleum moans languidly around a familiar smooth length, then immediately chokes on it, as Ms. Host’s tongue finally gets away from her oversensitive clit and thrusts into her cunt instead at the same time.
Finally!
Finally!
Finallyfinallyfinallyfinallyfinallyfinallyfinallyfinallyfinallyfinallyfinallyfinallyfinallyfinallyfinallyfinallyfinall–!
She’s not alone empty anymore! Being filled feels so amazing!.. Her Mistress her good friend her beloved is sok i nd to her! Soleum loves her, loves her loves her lovesherlovesherlovesloveslovesloveslov—!
The tongue swirls lazily inside her, deliberate pressing touches on her delicate walls makes her legs wriggle helplessly against the silk of their sheets. The length inside her mouth thrusts further down her throat, and the gloved fingers caress her hard sensitive nipples, sending sparks of electricity throughout her body, and…
She feels like she is in heaven.
Everything sways in her head, collapsing and resurrecting, merging and detaching, everything everywhere all at once. The euphoric pleasure consumes her whole human? being, too fragile to bear it, yet so eager for it.
I want to feel like this forever, Soleum thinks in a pure bliss-almost-delirium state, consciousness slipping away from her completely. Her back arches towards the one who holds her together in a storm of mind-blowing sensations. She is at complete mercy of the entity whose steady large hands hold her in place as the flames of pleasure finally burn its way through her veins, vision getting more blurry with each passing momentary eternities.
Soleum drowns in an all-consuming sensation of her final release. Braun lets go of her mouth, letting the air to enter her lungs, and she chokes on it, drool escaping from the corners of her lips. Her cunt throbs, clenching uncontrollably around her beloved’s tongue, almost milking it, wanton and desperate.
Soleum is floating.
Her limbs are way too weak to do anything, she just lays there, completely limp and dazed, occasionally trembling with the residual jolts of pleasure.
She whines softly, almost inaudibly, when the TV headed woman withdraws her hand away from her, with one final, playful lick on her oversensitive clit.
Everything feels so fuzzy and quiet. For a few moments, Soleum doesn’t move at all, gaze unfocused. Her Mistress, her love, her Braun doesn’t move either, staying still at her side, and suddenly Soleum feels so lonely.
Why doesn’t her beloved move already? Why doesn’t she hug her? Wasn’t she good enough?
So Soleum tries to lift her arms up, wanting Braun to cradle her in her strong arms in a safe embrace. Her arms tremble visibly, extremely weak, yet they stubbornly reach towards the TV headed entity. The TV screen is black, the void so deep and threatening to anyone else who dares to anger her, yet to Soleum it is something so familiar and soothing in a way that just feels so right.
For several seconds, all she can hear is a muffled heartbeat and a lingering, soft buzz of static in her ears. For several seconds that feel like an eternity, her gaze is fixed on the lightless darkness, full of pleading and vulnerability.
And finally, finally, Braun moves. She bends down close to Soleum’s face, her strong arms completely enveloping her so small, compared to hers, body and pulling closer to herself. Soleum wraps her weak arms around her shoulders, hiding her face there, nuzzling at the expensive fabric of a fancy suit, inhaling that rich, unique smell that belongs only to her Braun. She whimpers slightly as her swollen sensitive nipples rub at the fabric, so rough on her flushed skin, yet she doesn’t even try pulling away, needing to get as closer as she can get.
Everything feels much calmer and soothing now.
So safe.
As it always has been with Braun.
She blinks slowly, like a cat, as her vision slowly goes black at the sides, the corners of her lips slightly curve upright, as if she couldn’t help it. And, with the last bit of strength, she leaves a wet, gentle peck on the corner of the TV screen looming over her.
[ My darling Soleum. You can sleep now. Rest well. ]
That is the last thing Soleum hears, before her exhausted body and floating mind give up and sleep finally overtakes her.
Ah, she is truly so happy to be here…