#theweirdchick

The sultry smile on her face was enough to express just how much she adored his ruthlessness and overpowering dominance. She bit her lower lip as everything about this situation hinted to more delicious aggressiveness to come.

As soon as he let go of her throat, keeping her in place with the sheer strength in his body, she wasted no time in wrapping her naked thighs around his waist. She couldn't be happier about her decision to wear a knee-length dress today. His taut muscles and his warmth felt so good against her bare skin.

His hands were on her in an instant, possessively squeezing and fondling her flesh, drawing shameless gasps from her parted lips. A long, slimy appendance that she could only assume was his tongue, slithered from under the metal cage on his shoulders then began lapping at her neck and face. She arched her back with a moan, encouraging and begging more from him. Her prayers were answered as she felt it slide all over her exposed skin, occasionally slipping under her dress to tease her even further. That and his continued groping was enough to make her damp with arousal.

She didn't care about his insults or about discussing the gravity of her wrongdoings with him, all she wanted was more of that wonderful tongue, more of his rough hands, more of his warmth, more, more, more. Though his words did have an unexpected soothing effect on her. She felt like she could let go of her usual charades and attempts to hide herself. He knew her sins and all her secrets. She could breathe freely, in a twisted, frightening way.

Grinding against him invitingly, she was drowning in her lust and her hands, that had been grasping at his apron until now, moved to pull down the straps of her dress. She had always been fond of wearing provocative lingerie and only hoped that her push-up bra would give him a pleasing view of her heaving breasts.

Then she rested one hand on his own and the other on his chest, gently tugging on his gloves and apron. "Take them off, please...I want to feel your skin."

(I spy with my little eye...a huge wall of text. Damn, I need a cold shower. I have no shame, I know. Would love to turn this in to a full RP if you are willing.)

A deep rumble sounded from him at her receptiveness, pleased with such, and it urged him on to continue what he was doing. He pressed a little more against her when he felt her legs wrap around his waist and one hand went to grab her thigh in a harsh grip, fingers digging into her skin. He was tempted to tighten his hold, feel her bones break under his strength, but that would come later.

The sins that hung around her like a repressive fog were making themselves known through the sounds she made and her movements, riling both his lust and his aggression. It would probably be her undoing by the end of this, if she saw the end of this. He very well could kill her before he was done and she could never get that release that her body craved. Perhaps that would be her punishment, to always chase and never receive what she begged for. She certain did deserve such...

His groping hand paused for just a moment when she pulled down the straps to her dress, indeed giving him quite the view of her breasts, and he is quick to cup one of the mounds of flesh through the fabric, teasingly rubbing her with the pad of his thumb as well. His tongue also traveled to that area, sliding underneath the bra to curl and squeeze the other breast, before it slowly retracted back underneath his helmet and left a wet trail behind..

However his grip became brutal when she started to tug at his clothes and the hand that held her thigh swiftly grabbed her wrists and slammed them above her head, keeping them pinned there in his hold. Pyramid Head snarled at her, dominant and feral, and squeezed her wrists until he could feel the bones grinding together. She was to demand nothing, she was to take what he gave and give what he wanted.