"D-Don't...Don't stop..." your breath was a moan, his hand wandering up your legs. He'd been teasing all night, his touch sending shivers through your veins. He glitched, his mood shifting as he crawled over you, kissing you deeply, gripping your hair. "F-Fuck, C-Chase.." he snarled at that, static filling your mouth, almost drowning you as he pulled away. "I am your master, you understand me," he hissed, covering your mouth, forcing you to swallow the fuzzy fluid, staring into his static flooded eyes, your body shivering as it went down your throat. You nodded, losing yourself in the static, body twitching, squirming as you felt him control the static on your body, the sensation tingling, prodding at you. "N-Nngh, M-Master..." your voice muffled against his hand. He bit and sucked the skin on your neck, his teeth digging into the tissue, marking you. "You're so...sensitive," his voice hissed, echoey now. Hollow. He could feel your body twitch, he could hear your mind race, he could taste the desperation. His manhood twitched, throbbing as you both felt the same things. "Don't make a sound, Puppet. Wouldn't want anyone to hear us," he cooed, your body twitching as he rubbed you, gasping as your breath hitched from how wet you were. "God you're so fucking wet. How pathetic, I've barely touched you," he growled, feeling you so needy. He pushed deep into you, your fingers grasping desperately at the sheets, tears springing to your eyes, his hand muffling your noises. He gave you no time to adjust, starting slow, thrusting into you, the glow of the static in his eyes spiking with every thrust, every moan. He gasped feeling himself inside you, right where he wanted you. "You're so tight," he breathed, his breath warm against your ear, shivers going up your spine hearing it. "Just for me," he muttered, letting your mouth free, hands on either side of your head as he thrusted into you, your arms wrapped around his neck. "A-Ah, M-M-Master. Don't stop, please," you begged, your voice a pleading whine for him. He chuckled, picking up his pace, hard and fast, making it hard to keep quiet as you moaned for him. "Don't count on it. You're not cumming until I damn well say so," he growled, the bed moving with each violent, lustful thrust, the mistletoe on the wall falling as he pleasured himself deep inside you.