He never makes a sound. She's used to it. She tries to keep as silent as him, but she fails. She can't help but whimper as he touches her, sniffle as the teal tears trickle down her cheeks, splashing onto her exposed breasts. She's a mess. She sees it in his eyes. She stammers apologies, he silences with the gag. He turns her away from him; he can't stand to see her face. His hand fists in her hair, and his nails rake down her back, tracing familiar trails. Some healed, some raw, some permanent. She is beautiful, his own canvas.
He binds her hands behind her back, his teeth find her shoulder. She shivers, recoils. He pushes her to her knees, she stumbles and falls to her face with no arms to support her. She begins to sob as the pain wracks through her. She struggles as he clips her leash to her collar. He tugs it, pulls her back up to her knees, leads her around. She shuffles reluctantly, arms still bound, sightless eyes fixed to the floor. She is taken to a chair. She kneels before it, fearfully, as she hears him sit down in front of her. She knows what is expected of her before he removes her gag. The sound of a zipper dropping, and he pushes himself past her lips. She chokes and sobs, but he continues. He thrusts himself into her mouth, over and over, his hands find her horns and pull her face down. She feels her throat spasm. He feels her throat spasm. She's choking and he loves it. Her heart rate rises, to match his. She can't breathe, her head is swimming, she feels dizzy, and a sound like rushing water fills her ears. She is at her limit, but he keeps pushing her. Her fingers clench and unclench, grasping at air behind her, when suddenly the air rushes back into her lungs. She gulps it down, overjoyed, until she feels it hit her face. Some lands in her mouth, the thick saltiness nearly overwhelms her strong senses. She pants for breath, feeling it trickle down her face. Her face turns teal as she tries to force back a wave of revulsion and humiliation.
She allows herself to be pulled to her feet, her legs feeling numb. She is shaky as she is bent over the chair. His hands trail over her body, across her back and down to her firm ass. He brings his hand back, and forcefully smacks it, the crack resounding throughout the room. He repeats the action, each one punctuated by a high pitched cry from her. She can feel him against her hip, ready again, he is always hard when it comes to her. She bites down on her lip, knowing what comes next as his nails grip into the soft flesh of her thighs. He positions himself, rubs against her for a moment, and in one swift move, fills her completely. He clenches his teeth; he almost made a sound. He takes a moment to collect himself, before building up a steady pace, snapping his hips forward again and again. She finds it difficult to differentiate between pain and pleasure.
He tugs on her leash again, pulling hard, cutting off her oxygen. She gasps and mouths wordlessly, and suddenly everything feels more powerful. She feels a familiar sensation building inside her, as his open palm reconnects with her ass cheeks in time with his thrusts. She begins to scream. Her head thrashes from side to side, her muscles ripple around him. He throws his head back as she suddenly tightens and lets out a high pitched scream, and that's all he needed to push him over the edge. He spills himself inside her, and releases her leash. She collapses forward, leaning on the arm of the chair for support for her shaking legs as he steps back. His essence runs down the inside of her thighs as he unties her hands and strokes her hair reassuringly.
"You did good, Terezi. You did good." She turns and curls into his arms, resting her head in the crook of his neck.
"I love you, Karkat."
"I love you too."