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[It's good she's put herself in just the right spot, then, because he's not about to go searching for rope or wire to bind her wrists -
Rather, it's the metal prongs themselves that he intends to use. His claws come up, glowing violet at their tips, and those prongs stretch out to wrap around her wrists like snakes - nice and snug, but not too tight, either.]

Atta girl, listenin' just like you should...

[Said as he makes his way up to the bench, one hand settling beside her hip as he leans in toward her - that screen of his is just crackling with static, as if he's too excited to keep all of his magic in.]

... Maybe I really will keep you, after all. Hope you don't like this outfit none -
We're gettin' it off the fun way.

[Those claws of his flex, hand held up between them both so she can see them, making it clear exactly what he means.
They're sharp, after all. Wickedly so.]

[She tugs at her wrists, but clearly not making an actual attempt to escape, just testing the strength of her bonds. Solid enough, she approves.

She looks at his claws and shivers in excitement. Changing outfits was definitely the right choice. Evangeline rubs her thighs together, aware of just how turned on she is without him having touched her.]

Anything you want, sir.

[And that is exactly what he hopes for, Evangeline working herself up without him having to do much of anything at all -
Not because he doesn't want to. But because of the power behind it, knowing that all he has to do is slide one of those claws underneath her top to get her as wet as he needs her to be...

Which is exactly what he does, of course. Not just one claw, but all of them, purely for the sake of ripping through the fabric like an animal, his screen filled corner-to-corner with the maw to match as he bares her chest for himself.]

Right now... what I want is you.

[The skirt's next. It's a very, very good thing she'd changed, because he's not going to stop and check if she actually liked this outfit or anything... sorry, Eva.]

[He'd probably have difficulty cutting through an EGO suit even with his claws, which would be extremely funny to Evangeline, but not conducive to getting naked.

The scraps that were once her shirt and bra fall to the floor. She's wet enough for it to be visible through her underwear and getting wetter, which probably isn't in character, but she can't do anything about that. Nor would she really want to, to be honest.]

Oh - oh, sir...

[She does her best to tremble.]

[It may not be in character, but seeing it sure is doing him some favors, here. Not that he wasn't hard already... but it's actually starting to get a little uncomfortable, still in his jeans as he is.
He hasn't even undone his fly to give himself a little space yet, just dealing with it as he -
Well, deals with her.

But now that she's sitting there in nothing but panties, he'll go ahead and do that - wrestling with the front of his jeans to free his cock properly, making sure she can see every inch of it.
And, just to make it special for her, since it's the first time she's gotten a chance to see it... he'll lift his claws again, violet light staining their tips as his magic shuts the curtains and flicks off any lights he'd forgotten about, making the shed as dark as he can.

Purely so his undead blood can do its job, coloring the head of his hardon a soft shade of orange... and glowing.]

Mais, you so small, so petite... I sure hope you got experience with weapons, hun -
'Cause I plan to run you through.

[this is his best attempt at dirty talk
please applaud because he cannot do any better than this]

[It's dark enough that Evangeline doesn't have to worry about her expression, which means she absolutely lights up seeing his cock for the first time. Definitely approval, as much from the color and glowing as from the size.]

So big... You're going to fill me up so much.

[She spreads her legs wider, helpfully. If her hands weren't bound she might take off her underwear herself, forget being in character.]

Heh - that's the plan...!

[That's only, like, partially in character. He's also mostly just letting out that stupid cackle because he's pleased as punch to be able to get to do this at all -
If he had a tail, it'd be wagging a mile a minute. But he doesn't... so the way his antennae wiggle side to side will have to suffice.

And there's nothing to worry about in regards to those panties of hers - he's just going to hook his claws in, just as he had done to her skirt, so he can shred through them nice and easy.
Only reason he hadn't done so right away was purely to see the effect he had on her. He loves seeing that kind of thing, he does.

But seeing her like this, now, completely exposed and as wet as she'll ever be... he can't help the way the grin on his screen twitches up wider as he moves in close, making sure to aim as he presses his cock against her.]

... You ready? 'Cause I don't plan on preppin' you none.

[(It's fine. He's sure the chase was preparation enough, right??)]

[Probably, a horror movie victim would not deliberately grind back against a serial killer’s cock. But Evangeline is not actually a horror movie victim, but a very horny girl who wants to communicate that she is ready to be fucked right now, so grinding it is.]

Yes sir. Please.

[She’s still mmmmostly in character, it’s fine?]

[Mostly in character! In character enough!
Look - all that really matters to him is that she's calling him sir and grinding against him like she's going to up and pass away if he doesn't start fucking her ASAP, okay.

...

It's almost tempting to tease her a little longer, see how long she can go just with grinding like this, but nah. He'll be nice.

Those metal claws of his sweep underneath one of her legs, grabbing her thigh just beneath her knee to push her legs open further... and with that, he leans forward as he pushes inside of her; making sure he's nice and aaaagonizingly slow, taking his sweet time just for the sake of enjoying it.]

Shit - I thought you'd be tight, just how small you are... but - shit.

[...

This is usually where any other partner would probably ask, make sure he isn't hurting her any, check to see if she needs him to stop at any point, but, uh.
Nnnno. Nope.
Chipp is pretty sure Evangeline can handle it. ... More than that -
He almost feels like it'd be insulting to ask as if she can't.

The only reason he's going slow is because he likes it. If he didn't? He'd have started off at the speed he's got in mind, instead.
Hopefully Eva considers that a compliment??]

[Despite how tight she is, she opens easily for him, without pain. It's like riding a bicycle, except the bicycle is dick.]

So big... feels good...

[That's probably in character. It's not like any of the horror movies Evangeline's seen have gone this way, anyway. She tries weakly to rock into it a little more, take him a little deeper.]

[evangeline, is he going to need to sit you down to watch halloween porn with him
because like, he will]

[- That is exactly what he'd hoped for, honestly, the way that her body seems to just give up and let him in...
Not that he figured that wouldn't happen. This is Evangeline. She has more bodies under her belt than he does, and not in the same way.
But still - there's a little animal in his hindbrain cackling with glee at just how easy it is to fill her up, a little rumble escaping him as he damn near bottoms out in one, final shove.]

A-aww, sweetheart - you think it feels good now? Just gimme a minute...!

[It sounds a little warm, a little sweet, but the tone makes it clear he very much does not mean it to be.
Especially because she's still not being given a second to adjust at all - he's pulling back nice and quick, the speed of it making it clear just how fast he plans to go.

... Which is, of course, as fast as he's guessing she can handle. She said she likes it rough!!]

[Honestly she'd have fun doing that, they should.

He's all the way inside her, she can feel him stretching her open, and she's about to answer him - and then he's moving and her words turn into a sharp gasp when he pulls back and a loud cry when he thrusts back inside, hard and fast.]

Yes, fuck, so hard, so good-

[This isn't acting at all. She tries to hook her legs around his back, pull him closer take him deeper more more more. If she wasn't soaked for him before, she is now.]

Chipp, please-

[Oh, she probably wouldn't know his name in this scenario, would she? Woops.]

[She may not supposed to know his name, but honestly, in the thick of it, he absolutely does not care.
All that matters to him is that she's begging him with it, her heels knocking against his back with every one of his thrusts.]

Fuck - I gotta --
Hang on--

[Small adjustments necessary, but they're good ones - namely, he moves to push her a little so she lays flatter against the workbench, even using a bit of his magic to make sure those prongs bend with her... all so he can grab her hips better, fingers gripping hard enough to bruise as he buries himself inside of her.
No apologies for it, either. All he can imagine is her treating those little bruises like trophies, and that just makes it all the hotter for him.]

[She will absolutely bruise and she will love it, touching the marks later and remembering what he felt like - absolutely incredible.]

Yes yes yes yes yes-

[Evangeline squeezes her muscles deliberately down around him, making herself even tighter for him as he rails her. Her head is thrown back in ecstasy, her chest heaving with each gasp of breath.]

[He can't help the curse that tumbles out of him, feeling her clamp down around his cock so readily -
Frankly, if he were a weaker man, this would be enough push him up and over the edge, but fortunately (unfortunately?) for Evangeline, this is Chipp!

And Chipp has some stamina.

If she feels she's any close to an orgasm of her own, she's free to let go and have it - he's going to continue regardless, almost single-mindedly focused on his own pleasure and taking as much of it as he'd like.
And he would likea lot.]

[Evangeline is a big proponent of "come early, come often" for herself, and it isn't all that terribly long before her toes are curling and her back is doing its best to arch off the workbench as she squeezes around him again. She cries out wordlessly, body seizing up for a second before relaxing again.

He fucks her through it, using her body like a toy, and she feels all the hotter for it. It's as if she truly is his captive and his slave. Does she have some issues that are related to why she finds that hot? Absolutely! Is she going to unpack them anytime soon? Absolutely not!]

Haa... haa... th-thank you, sir...

[Okay, see, he hears her say thank you? He hears her, and he even slows down for a moment or so.
But also -]

The hell you thankin' me for...!? I ain't done yet!

[Turns out the "come often" part may, in fact, happen here. His little, tiny peace said, he's going right back to it - even moving his hands up to the spot behind her knees, grappling them just as tight as he'd done to her hips.

Has she had any partners that provided multiple orgasms yet, here in Ellipsa?
Because if not, she's got one now!]

[The answer is yes, but that doesn't make her any less appreciative!]

Oh - oh fuck-

[She's even more soaked than before - it feels like this position is even deeper somehow? if that's even possible - and she can't stop moaning and gasping with every thrust.]

Yes sir, please sir, use me to your heart's content-

[God, she feels good, she feels SO good, and the fact that it's nearly audible just how wet she is over being used like this, is...
It's doing him a LOT of favors right now.

Not for the reason one would think, mind. He's not the kind of guy to fantasize about this sort of thing in the slightest - it's half the reason she got a look when she first posited the whole 'slave' scenario, bless her.
(And frankly, he barely fantasizes about women at all in the first place... Evangeline is just special.)
No, rather than all that... it's the sheer amount of trust that's happening, here. Knowing that in order to let him do this, she's gotta put a lot of control into his hands, and she did so happily -
Nothing gets the big guy real worked up quite like someone handing him the reins and saying "I trust you".

...

Which is all just a very fancy way of saying "he's probably just about finished, give him a minute".
A minute he's going to take by hiking her legs up a little more, of course, so he can fuck her as deep as he pleases - all of his own little grunts and groans of pleasure being helpfully masked by whirring and blips and trills from his helmet with every one of his thrusts.]

[It's a lot of control, although not as much as one might think, but she knows - despite the scary persona, Chipp is really very sweet. She's being used because she wants to be, and she trusts that she is safe here in his hands.

There was definitely a time when she wouldn't have been able to do this. She's come a long way from the Evangeline who first arrived here in Ellipsa.

And speaking of coming- The second time she comes, it's more subtle - her whole body shudders and she cries out wordlessly, squeezing down around him again.]

[Ah, but that's exactly the kind of control in question - that sense of being used because she wants to be, giving up the reins for just a moment purely because she wants him to hold them!!
That is always something that, no matter the circumstance, will always strike him right down to the core.

...

Which also means that it really is the perfect thing to get him up over that edge finally, the big guy tucking himself around her as his hips lock against hers, a heady, rumbling groan pulling itself out of him behind that helmet of his.

And speaking of the helmet - see icon. Sorry if she was hoping it'd be a particularly sexy expression.
No maw, no fangs, no big, staring eye... just a bright pink blush as his arms wrap around her like a stuffed animal, as soft as he ever was.]

[It's okay, it's a very cute expression, she's happy with it.

There's a moment where she just catches her breath for a second... and then her hands disappear for a second, then reappear outside of their bonds. Which, he's a little occupied, so she wouldn't blame him if he only notices when she wraps her arms around him in return.]

That was incredible! You nailed the atmosphere perfectly, I really liked your use of sound with the knife on the shelves, you were super scary, I had such a good time!

[Oh, he doesn't even notice it at first - he's so distracted with coming down from his own orgasm for a moment, the idea that she somehow managed to get out of those bonds without his help doesn't even click.
Not even when he moves to wrap his arms around her properly, bringing them up under her arms instead of wrapped weirdly around her stomach as they had been. Give him a second.]

M-mmm, merci...! I, heh... gotta lotta practice with this stuff, y'know?
Weren't even the scariest I could be - thought about havin' the saws goin', but, y'know...

[That COULD add a bit more danger than she'd have been comfortable with.
And also his dick would be out. He does not want saws going when his dick is out.]

[It's okay, take your time.]

I think the saws would be overkill, honestly. You were great with just the knife. But I'd absolutely love to do this again, if you want to try to best yourself.

[She smooches his helmet a few times, mwa, mwa.]

[The helmet is a brighter shade of pink for all the smooches, but he's more than happy to smoosh it up against her face regardless!
It's what he'd be doing with his own face, were the helmet not in the way.

(Really, he'll notice the whole "I tied her up with metal and suddenly she is no longer that" thing, just hang on-)]

Oh, abso-fuckin'-lutely; not even just to "best" myself, I just wanna do it again!
That okay? Doin' it just 'cause?

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