Whispering against her trembling lips in the dark basement glow: “I’m too big for you, princess… I’d fucking break you in half.” Her eyes widen, thighs already slick, breath catching like she’s begging me to prove it.
I want to dumb them down, take away all their silly people thoughts and replace them with the blissful haze of subspace. I want to reduce them to a pet, a toy, a thing for me to own and use, not for my benefit, but for theirs. It's what the poor thing needs.