[So this is what it truly means to be fucked by a Titan. It feels like he must be bringing all of his strength to bear on her, pressing her into the wall and pounding into her over and over and over. Wanda's left clinging to him desperately as her cries escalate in pitch and volume. Words are fully beyond her now and everything flowing through the sync is chaotic pleasure. She can feel that her hips at the very least will bruise from this rough treatment but right now she's too far gone to care.
He finally gets the scream he wanted when he bites her shoulder, and her nails dig in reflexively on his as the force of his orgasm hits her and she follows him over the edge. Her hips buck erratically against him in a desperate attempt to get as close as possible, for what little room she can move. And beyond that, she buries her face in the crook of his neck as they ride out the aftershocks together.
He's clearly 'won,' as far as winning at sex goes: Wanda's utterly melted in his arms, still well beyond being capable of speech as she catches her breath. But the feelings shared through the sync are unusually clear because she's so hopelessly entangled with him. She is happy and grateful and blissed out, but also she has a very distinct need to hold him and be held as they come down from their shared high. The pain where bruises are forming is also starting to make itself known.
She murmurs something unintelligible against his skin and begins pressing lazy kisses to his neck.]
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He finally gets the scream he wanted when he bites her shoulder, and her nails dig in reflexively on his as the force of his orgasm hits her and she follows him over the edge. Her hips buck erratically against him in a desperate attempt to get as close as possible, for what little room she can move. And beyond that, she buries her face in the crook of his neck as they ride out the aftershocks together.
He's clearly 'won,' as far as winning at sex goes: Wanda's utterly melted in his arms, still well beyond being capable of speech as she catches her breath. But the feelings shared through the sync are unusually clear because she's so hopelessly entangled with him. She is happy and grateful and blissed out, but also she has a very distinct need to hold him and be held as they come down from their shared high. The pain where bruises are forming is also starting to make itself known.
She murmurs something unintelligible against his skin and begins pressing lazy kisses to his neck.]