[ God damn but isn't his mate just the perfect being? Masaomi's crazed eyes narrow just a little as if he were trying to focus through the haze, panting and moaning out her name just as much as she's screaming. But focus is impossible, or at least focusing his eyes through the sweat and maybe even the small build up of strained tears as he tried to build up the pace that much more and they're no doubt both deafened by her screams. And yet...

It's a glorious image, isn't it?

She was his perfect bitch, molded into the ultimate indulgent image who couldn't survive without him. And right now, the fantasy of it all is really a huge, huge turn on ] You say that -- now! But are you even going to be able to let go by my cock long enough to let her have a turn?! Or what about the other six or seven or more times you get knocked up by me before then?! Come on, come on, Nariko?! What sort of bitch are you, if you can even share that much?! [ He laughs ] Then again, maybe you can't stop her!