High Aphro | No Event | Mechanical Malfunction

[red_snowcone]

 Mitsuru is used to waking up sweaty and flushed, but she isn't used to waking up to the sensation of an unnaturally rigid cock sliding in and out of her already throbbing pussy, her slick juices resulting in deviant, wet slapping sounds as something pounds away at her. She can't remember it starting, but her pale skin is already slick with sweat,

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[red_snowcone]

The redhead collapses with a relieved moan, torn between ecstatic about her new freedom or enraged that she's been left extremely wanting once again. She's aware that she's trembling against the bed, but even her determination isn't enough to quiet the intense throbbing need in her body.

"I..." She starts, only now realizing that she's been blindfolded. "No...thank you."

[red_snowcone]

Her dark eyes try to find focus on his face, half lidded and glazed after what must have been a long period of time bound in place. She tries to flick her long red hair out of her vision, concentrating on the man ahead of her.

"You're...have we met?" She's slowly calming down, reduced to restless writhing as she seeks out some form of relief.

[red_snowcone]

"You could hear me...?" She sighs, still dazed. It doesn't seem like the frustrating feeling is going to leave anytime soon, and that leave Mitsuru in a dilemma. She doesn't want to lose any more of her dignity, but on the other hand...

"It wouldn't let me finish."

[red_snowcone]

She didn't think anybody would be as oblivious as Akihiko, but apparently she overestimated the lewdness of some men in the hotel. Still, this is the one time Mitsuru needs a man with a certain level of arousal.

"You can't tell?" She laughs softly.

[red_snowcone]

She gives him a very deliberate nod, far more interested in arching her spine and gently rubbing against the sheets. At least the sensation is something to distract her from the constant need for more, and she doubts she can even keep her current tenuous control if he stalls much longer.

"Yes, I'm certain!" Mitsuru hisses, close to begging. This is so undignified and yet she's finding it harder and harder to care.

[red_snowcone]

After the machines lack of interest in her well-being, Mitsuru isn't quite expecting his kiss to be so soft, or the comforting touch of his hand stroking her oversensitive skin. A pleased hum escapes the redhead, dark curls spilling over her shoulder as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss.

[red_snowcone]

The throbbing need spread from her hips and to her thighs is now more of an ache than anything pleasant now, as if the machine has wound her muscles far too tight. She welcomes his tongue eagerly, stretching her bonds as she leans forward, hungry for more contact.

Usually, she would admire a man that managed to keep some sense of romance in the Hotel. But tonight the cuddling would be better spent exclusively after the act, and her passionate kiss sends the message loud and clear.

[red_snowcone]

His sudden departure only makes her more desperate, bringing back to mind the similar torture so recently endured under the now shattered machine. The brief panic she feels is nothing compared to the relief that blooms at Gohan's return, especially as he confidently straddles her hips.

She does afford him a small smile at his disclaimer though, right before his lips and tongue crash against hers. A long whine sounds out between them as he finds her neglected breasts, rasping his palms against her sensitive nipples.