Page 86 of White Noise

I want her to feel my current flowing through her tissue, searing through her muscles, claiming every single fucking fiber of her being.

I’m not just fucking her pussy; I am fucking her soul, erasing the boundaries between where I end and she begins.

“Mine,” I growl, leaning down to bite hard into the junction of her neck and shoulder, tasting the salt and the fear. “Every nerve. Every fucking spark. You belong to the current now, little echo.”

I go faster, my movements becoming a blur of raw, dominating aggression.

I don't give a fuck about her rhythm; I dictate it.

I force her to take every inch of me, driving her deeper into the metal.

She’s frantic, her fingers clawing at the desk, desperately gripping the edge of the surface, then reaching out to grab at the cables and equipment just to keep from sliding away.

I don't let her find her balance.

With a brutal, guttural shove, I send her sliding across the desk.

She lets out a sharp wheeze as she hits the monitors, and with one final, violent thrust, I send the whole setup crashing.

The monitors and the cam gear go flying, smashing onto the hardwood floor with a deafening crash of glass and plastic.

We hit the floor together, the impact jarring, but I don't stop. I keep her pretty human body pinned, her back arching against the floor, her thighs locked over my shoulders as I continue to drive my cock deep into her.

I lean in, my voice a dark, possessive whisper against her ear. “You’re never going to be clean of me, little echo. I’ve wired myself into your fucking blood. I’m in your nerves. I’m the only fucking thing that’s going to make you feel alive from now on.”

I give one final, brutal shove, pinning her completely flat against the floor, and let out a guttural roar as I cum.

As I release, I dump every remaining bit of my electrical charge into her.

It’s a total fucking system failure.

Saga’s body convulses violently, a massive, prolonged orgasm ripping through her that is so intense it borders on a seizure.

She shudders beneath me, her eyes vacant, her mouth open in a silent, shattered plea, as my power floods her, filling her up until she is overflowing with me.

I stay buried inside her for a long moment, feeling her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped animal, her body still twitching from the aftershocks under the flickering violet lights. I don't pull away gently.

I withdraw with a sharp, wet pop, leaving her limp and broken amidst the wreckage of her room—a discarded piece of equipment, still humming with the ghost of my current.

“Look at you,” I purr, my voice a low, vibrating rumble that makes the remaining electronics in the room hiss. “A fucking disaster. Just a broken, leaking piece of hardware.”

I slide a hand down her body, my fingers trailing through her wetness, smearing it across her thighs.

I lean in closer, my breath cold against her ear, the scent of ozone and sex clinging to us both.

“But you took it so well, didn't you, little echo?” I whisper, my tone shifting into a dark, mocking praise. “Such a greedy little hole. You clamped onto me like you were starving for it, begging for every single volt. You take my cock better than any human ever could, because you aren't even human anymore. You're just a vessel for me.”

I dig my thumb into her hip, bruising the skin, reminding her exactly who owns every inch of her.

“You really are pathetic,” I growl, the praise curdling back into degradation. “Sobbing and shaking, completely undone by a few sparks and a hard fuck. You’re nothing but a toy, a little glitch in the system that I get to play with until I decide to break you for good.”

I shift my weight, pinning her wrist to the floor with a sudden, violent grip.

I want her to feel the disparity in our power—the way her fragile, pulsing heart is nothing compared to the humming, paranormal current that defines my existence.

“Tell me, little echo,” I sneer, my voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction. “Do you feel it? The way I’ve rewritten your nerves? You can’t even remember what it feels like to be clean, can you? You’re stained. I’ve wired myself into your very soul, and now you’re just a fucking echo of my will.”

I lean down and lick a stray tear from her cheek, tasting the salt and the absolute, crushing defeat. I don't want her to recover. I want her to stay right here, broken in the violet light, knowing that she is nothing more than a piece of equipment for my pleasure.