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It began as a small observation.
Since transferring to his laboratory in Nod Krai, you were stationed as a quick replacement for Il Dottore's previous assistant—not that he needed another one, of course. The former was troublesome at most.
He noticed you were quite different in terms of not only adaptability, but patience. Two qualities that he could not appreciate more about himself. Especially the latter.
Having been relocated from the same harbinger as the previous coward—the Marionette—it amused him to find two clashing personalities who had once operated under the same master.
You only spoke when he requested, you brought him things on time without a hitch—it was purely transactional. He gets his data and you get your mora. A benefit to both parties of equal value.
That had been well over three years ago already. It hadn't taken long for you to fall into the now usual work-life rhythm of serving The Doctor.
Nothing had changed between the two of you, not even the slightest bit. Though, he's begun to find it.. essential for himself to commend you for your hard work. Not that what you do is difficult at all, but you had been the one to stick around the longest, and that deserves at least a few words of praise in return, no?
However, in the most recent discussions he's had with you, your behavior seemed.. odd.
Dottore rarely—if not never asks about things outside of work and his experimental data, and longer conversations between the two of you only occur due to his inquiries, which could happen in a span of days to even weeks. He noticed your peculiarities. Not that he kept them in mind nor cared, but you were simply the sole person near him long enough for him to spot these 'habits.'
Breath hitching if he hovered too close, a noticeable gulp coming from that throat of yours when his voice would raise or lower several octaves, it was hard not to miss. Of course, he'd keep these observations to himself. As long as whatever was distracting your feeble mind did not interfere with your performance, he did not care. So long as he could focus on other things; such as the artificial moon marrow that had finally completed its process.
Currently, the Second stood certain in front of the revolving moon marrow, the ample facility bathing in its sky-blue light.
Ever since you had arrived minutes ago, tailing close behind as he walked the halls of this broken down research establishment, you watched indifferent as several of his subordinates ran by, not even sparing the harbinger a glance. When some did, the fear plastered on their faces became more apparent.
Your gaze lingered on him as you organized part of his messy notes and stacked documents of research in sequential order. You listened as he murmured hushed words, likely to himself. Tongue clicking, you directed your focus back on the pages that required your attention.
This is how it usually was. Sitting in semi-silence with the whirr of machinery from his experiments in the background, or the soothing sound of Dottore's sultry voice as he studied and collected new data. You don't notice it, but soon after your head turns, he's staring right at you—as if he'll reach a conclusion by studying you with what's beneath his mask.
Everyone had ran. They left him. All except for you, the assistant who hardly spoke, who never questioned a thing—the only subordinate of his who could do their job right. The rest he had sent to the Experimental Design Bureau, or, at least, that's what you deduced from standing by his side all morning. You don't do much fighting, but you're able to hold your own. Definitely not suited nor comfortable enough for the front lines, though.
It isn't until his booming voice cuts through the silence that you realize his guests have arrived.
"Welcome, one and all. I've been expecting you."
You hear several pairs of footsteps echo throughout the room. Curious, you lean forward the slightest bit to get a better look at the group. Angry and frustrated expressions were all present upon their faces.
You hum quietly, the uninterested in the situation, but served perfect entertainment nonetheless. Thankfully, they hadn't noticed you in your spot in the corner. Though, your eyes missed the way the Doctor's head fleetingly turned as the sound left your mouth before turning back to face the traveler.
"You expect us to believe you've just been patiently waiting for us?"
Yes, you want to say, but you've never been one to interject when matters your Lord Harbinger deems important arise. You weren't timid, no—far from it actually. You simply didn't want to lose your job.
The pay was immaculate—you'd never go a day in your life without mora. After climbing the ranks, you had never been demoted from your position as a harbinger's personal assistant. Not that losing your job would ruin your life, quite the opposite. You'd be as rich as the harbinger with the least amount of mora.
Even as you continue to work, Dottore's confident voice floods your ears, and it nearly distracts you.
"I will be the god of a new world... and you speak to me of honor? How charmingly naive."
Despite his words not being directed at you, it's easy for you to imagine yourself in their place, the Second speaking down to you as if he sees you as a weakling who should be eliminated for having different ideals.
The blonde traveler steps up, sword in hand and a blazing determination in his eyes.
"You will come to regret your actions, Dottore!"
The words draw a deep, suave chuckle from said harbinger, the sound making your nails dig into the paper, leaving a barely noticeable crescent shaped mark behind.
"Oh? Will I now?"
His head turns, one side of his mask facing you, and the other the opposing party. Your lips part as you lock gazes, and his grin only widens, his sharp teeth glistening under the pulsating light.
"Let's see if you can make me."
Your eyes widen by the slightest bit, and you suck a sharp breath past your teeth.
Immediately after, the group charges at him, and he easily (and dramatically) dodges, making it seem like he's taunting them. Why did he have to look at you as he said that? Did he know of the affect his mere presence had on you?
You shake the thoughts out of your head and ignore the funny feeling in your chest. No use asking questions you'll never get the answer to.
The Doctor's arrogant smirk quickly melts into an inconspicuous frown when he realizes your focus has returned to the pile of papers, a grumble resounding from his throat.
It seems he'll have to grab your attention using another method, he thinks.
Not long after, the battle seemed to be growing ever more intense; flying elemental particles that could full well tear the documents in half flew across the room and easily pierced into the metal walls.
"Is that the best you can do? Tsk."
As distracting as his voice is, you decide you need to hurry. Or, at the very least, sort out most of the work before you get caught up in the crossfire.
In the corner of your eye, you notice the familiar bloodfire of Arlecchino. Her gaze flickers to your area—if she notices you, she doesn't comment. You let out a relieved sigh.
At her command, the traveler and his companions begin to flee the facility. Dottore, realizing that the Knave has not only realized he's not the sole person in the room, but is allowing the Descender to escape, walks forebodingly behind. Even if his guest manages to escape, his mind thrives on the sole confirmation that they cannot beat him. Not even when they join as allies. When he ascends to godhood, it is certain that he will be unstoppable.
"I always thought it is wiser to flee than to surrender."
Your eyes narrow. You swear you can hear the underlying tone in his voice, as if he's speaking from experience.
They don't dare question his views, nor try to change them. They do not ask why he is the way he is, but you are able to see through—even if just a bit—that mask. You were able to read people quite easily, only one of the many benefits that come with being a guest in the lady harbingers' tea parties. Lady Sandrone always had these a of emotions in front of the Damselette.
Without warning, an invisible force of gravity slowly lifts you and the papers your holding, the power scattering the documents you've spent however long to organize. You gasp as you realize you've been revealed, and they're probably going to eliminate you for even being in this room.
Scrambling embarrassingly in the air to grab the documents, you watch in astonishment as they're fixed back just how you previously had them, the stack placed neatly beside your chair.
W-What the hell is going on?!
You realize too late that Dottore is behind this, easily guiding you through the air, right to his side. His gloved hand slithers around your waist, and the other just near your throat, a bright blue light emitting from his fingertips.
Holy fucking shit.
He's holding you by the neck, fingers pressing against your throat, but not harshly. From the traveler's perspective, it looks like you're being choked—and Archons, you'd want that more than anything from him right now. He smirks, yet monitors closely on how you react.
You're doing it again—he notices.
You don't dare face the people in front of you, much less Dottore himself. The red on your face was sure to be evident, so you opt for staring at the ground. The Second pulls your body dangerously close, and you swear you feel his breath next to your ear. The force below you gives the illusion that you're actually being strangled, but your Lord Harbinger always takes precautions.
He can't see your expression clearly, but he realizes that you're clearly biting your bottom lip. Perhaps you're trying not to cry, or maybe it's the adrenaline, he assumes.
Dottore finds it amusing that you do little to fight against his grip—it's as if you're playing along with it just for him. Maybe you simply don't care. Whatever it is about you doesn't matter, but he'll be sure to have your salary raised if all goes to plan.
Not that you'd need mora in his new world, anyway.
The feeling of his hand on your covered waist makes you squirm a little, but his grip on you is firm* making it all the worse.
"I humbly suggest you stay, traveler. Your companions are free to leave as they please—but I believe this will be worth your while." His fingers tickle the skin of your neck, and he feels as you swallow down your throat.
The lady with glowing antlers steps forward with an alarmed expression.
"..You're scum! Using one of your own as a bargaining chip?!"
Ah. In their eyes, you're just another Fatui member who tried to run with their tail between their legs, but ultimately found it difficult to leave. You suppose it's for the better.
"Let the girl go, Dottore." The one with short green hair narrows her gaze at him.
He clicks his tongue, pressing his finger against your neck harder, yet it still wasn't enough to hurt you. It only brought your head closer to his own. His breath trickled along the side of your face, his body intentionally leaning in to speak to you.
"You aren't afraid, and yet you won't look at me. I wonder why that is.." The Doctor murmurs to you, which elicits an incomprehensible sound from you. Though, not one of discomfort.
The traveler raises his sword, prepared to throw it toward the harbinger. His head flickered down to him, and a blue line of flickering light appeared near his hand.
"Not so fast now, all you have to do is agree to my terms, and I'll free her. If not, you'll have an innocent's blood on your hands, Descender."
"You..!" The blonde man grumbled.
There's no way he had actually planned to harm you, right? If so, you really were fucked. It's barely noticeable, but Dottore hears the silent curse that falls from your lips, breathless.
How interesting, he hums, a ghost of a smirk appearing on his face.
It all happens too quick for you. At the same time he summons a blue cube of light, he sets you down right where he picked you up. You carry up the stack of papers and hold them flush to your chest as you try to discreetly make your way to the exit without them finding you. Dodging left and right, you're left damn near exhausted as you try to keep the pile of documents safe.
The sounds of battle do not die down, even as you reach the space where the room meets the facility's only hallway. You fail to notice a stray cryo shard flying your way, just grazing your neck and missing the items in your arms. You hiss, but ultimately decide to turn back to look at the Doctor.
Only to find that he's looking right back at you.
In his mind, he wouldn't be surprised if you left like the rest. You'd simply just become another familiar face in passing that he didn't have to remember. It would truly be such a waste for one such as you to leave so hastily.
But instead of turning around and fleeing, you nodded. To him, and to the papers.
His head raised, not knowing what to make of you at first.
"Traveler!" The group shouted as he was suddenly encased in the cube of light.
"Re-search lab-ora-tory..!"
You had mouthed the words, hoping to not draw attention to yourself.
Without waiting for his reaction, you nodded once more and hugged your work tighter, ensuring its safety as you made your way to the Research Institute north of Nod Krai. Momentarily stunned, he nearly forgets about the Descender in his grasp.
"Clever girl," he laughs.
Without a second thought, he brings the traveler away, along with himself—leaving the rest of the group shocked and defeated as they looked back, only to find that there was nobody to be seen behind them.
After that entire ordeal, you finalized the research data on Dottore's behalf in the North. Sighing to yourself, you realize you still have things to do on schedule for today.
Skimming through your calendar, it appeared that today was the day you had to make your way to Northland Bank.
That.. was quite a ways away.
You doubt you could even make it there within a day. Two, give or take.
Seeing as you have no way to communicate back to your boss, you decide to make the trek anyway, starting with Nasha Town. You change into a more discreet outfit—one that your subordinates most likely wouldn't recognize you in. Logically speaking, this is the best option. If someone were to report sight of you to Arlecchino or Sandrone, you doubt you'd ever make it out of Nod Krai, let alone see the light of day again.
After more than half an hour of walking, you arrived at Nasha Town, making sure to stay hidden within the evacuating crowd. Scouting the area, it seems like none of them are here. Not yet, at least. Perfect.
Amist the bustling of people, you go in a direction opposite to them, behind the corner of a building.
You walk a bit further, hoping to find leverage to obtain a higher view of the area before you leave. Maybe some part of you wants to assure yourself? No—this is Il Dottore you're thinking about. He has it under control, right?
Though, you know deep down that something with inevitably happen. You simply refuse to face it, focusing on the present rather than something you shouldn't involve yourself in.
"..—from the sounds of it, you don't intend to come with us."
You freeze in your tracks just before you turn another corner, pressing your back up warily against the wall. Not trusting yourself to peek, you focus on their voices as much as possible.
"I've been afflicted with some kind of curse,"
..That's the strange lightkeeper that accompanied the traveler in facing your Lord, no? But, besides that, a 'curse?'
What does a curse have to do with Dottore? Could he have implanted some ancient technology into his body?
"and I'm told it may well trigger if I step foot outside of Nod Krai."
That gave you something to contemplate on. Weighing your options, though, you realized you don't have much time. The ship to Natlan leaves in what you gathered about ten minutes. You suppose that knocks luring one of them outside of Nod Krai's border off of your list.
Absorbed in your thoughts, you nearly fail to realize that their conversation had long since ended. You hurriedly sprint to blur in with the crowd, making your way up to the front to be in the first half to depart.
On the other hand, the fae, who had felt like something had been watching his conversation, turned the corner in the exact same moment—only to find nothing. An incredulous hum leaves his throat.
You recall that to be the only time you've seen Dottore interact with such a person. Which only leaves one assumption: everyone who fought him in the laboratory moments prior had been struck with said 'curse.' If what you're thinking is true, then you're safe. Phew.
Getting as comfortable as you can on one of the many ships preparing to depart, you visibly relax, back slumping against the metal exterior. It's.. stuffy, but you'll make do. Wasn't as if this hasn't happened before. After a few excruciating minutes of shuffling and 'excuse me's,' a yell can be heard across the docks, likely signaling that it's time.
Finally.. this better be quick.
You feel as the ship rocks against the water before slowly edging forward, two others following suit. Glancing over the crowd one last time, you spot the blue haired ratnik from earlier, his eyes mimicking your own movements, potentially looking for—
"Allow me to show you the world, Descender."
The Doctor's ringing voice cuts into your mind, the sound thrumming against the very bone of your skull. You suck in a breath and lurch forward, dizziness taking root within you.
What the fuck..? How is that possible..!?
Each inch the ship strays away from the dock, the more light headed you get. Your back stiffens and you abruptly shoot up, pushing your way past the civilians evacuating.
"Sorry! Excuse me, I-I've—"
Some people glowered at you, while others were simply too focused on leaving to care. The captain of the boat you were on stopped you, a confused look on his face.
"Miss, we have to have everyone evacuated by the afternoon. I'm afraid you can't—"
You looked up into his eyes, sweat beading down your forehead and your brows furrowed. The look on his face was almost offended.
"I need to go back— I.. f-forgot something. Just go! I'll arrive back on the second wave of ships!"
The poor man doesn't even get a chance to respond to you, watching with concern written on his features as you made the leap from the boat to the docks. A few gasps were heard, and others were startled at the sound of your shoes hitting the metal.
Too focused on getting somewhere safe, you run without looking back. You don't look at your surroundings, which lets you fail to see that you've rushed straight past a certain lantern keeper. His expression is indifferent, but his eyes instantly lock on to the small, nearly unnoticeable red slit on your neck.
The exhaustion doesn't wear off—in fact, it only gets stronger. You manage find your way into the Flagship, taking the keys to an unoccupied room (not that anyone would be there anyway). You fumble with the lock, hearing the click after a few tries. The world spins around you as your legs wobble to the bed in the corner.
"Hah—What.. is going on..?" You mumble out, head against the pillow.
"I can offer you something new, something unique, precisely because I am a villain."
Him.. Dottore? Why is he so damn *loud*? Your eyes dart around, but he's nowhere to be seen. Who is he talking to? Why can you hear him? Just thinking about the answers is putting more stress on your brain.
You're.. well, this would be a lie. Gossip goes and comes around when you work in the Fatui. Even so, you don't usually pry into his notes. But.. you do vaguely recall something about him making the traveler come to a 'mutual agreement,' where both sides would benefit.
Huh. A man like him will always stick to the ways he's learned after the world treats him as such, you suppose. If only you knew..
"Good. Very clever."
This time, you not only hear his words, but see a fleeting image of him with his back turned, the ocean just below his feet. "Lord harbinger..?"
You manage to speak, voice cracking and barely a whisper. His praise echoes in your mind, not only jumbling what's left of your thoughts, but sending a familiar feeling down your body.
"..Hm?"
Il Dottore's head slowly turns to glance over his shoulder, gaze directed toward Nasha Town. The traveler stares up at him in confusion with a serious look in his eyes. You lay in turmoil, along with another feeling, as you listen to their conversation (argument)—moreso only your boss's words. From what you can tell, the traveler is simply turning down every proposal and true statement he has made so far.
"Anything Columbina could do for you, I can do better."
Oh.
What ever words you were going to say are swallowed back down into your throat, instead a whine, followed by the whisper of 'fuck' leaves you, your thighs rubbing together.
Again, Dottore hears the fuzzy sound of your voice, and that sound come from you. This time, his head snaps from his spot in the air. How is that possible? You don't possess the necessary requirements to even enter this space.
You try and think back at what could have caused this, why your body reacts so—
"No.."
Could this have been.. the curse that the lightkeeper was referring to? Impossible. This is torture at worst. Subjected to feeling symptoms that resemble a common sickness, minus the runny nose and sneezing, mixed with feeling like you've just been given an aphrodisiac? From what you can recall, you hadn't even engaged in battle! The closest you even came to being in the fight was—
"Ow—! Oh, shit."
After stretching your neck a little too far to the side, you hiss, a red scar that hasn't even fully healed threatens to tear open. You remember being cut by it, something cold, something familiar. Surely he hadn't meant to scar his own assistant, right? It's not like you purposefully got in the way of it either—you dodged what you could, anyway.
At this point, you're way past due getting to Liyue. You doubt even thinking about it is an option anymore.
"Ah? What do we have here?" His sultry voice speaks up again before it goes silent for an unbearably long time. Unrest swallows you, and the feeling does not let up.
"Just now, a friend of yours took a little peek into your mind. An intruder on our private matters, if you will."
Archons above, if Dottore found out you were also listening in, you'd face consequences worse than death, wouldn't you? Funny, you haven't faced punishment in a while. The Fatui have been quite generous to you, and lately, the Doctor included.
"It seems we have another one, though I'm unable to pinpoint where and how exactly they're able to do it."
Shit.
Oh, he knows. He definitely does. You're so fucked.
But.. for some strange reason, you're looking forward to it. And you hate that you know why.
It had gone silent for a while after that. You don't know what time it is, nor do you care enough to work your way out of this bed. You'd much rather be the subject of one of his many experiments than be confined to this damn bed and experiencing hell all at the same time. Not because you'd like it. Certainly not.
It's not until you hear a mix of voices that you manage to sit up. Oddly enough, they sound like the traveler and his friends. Had he managed to escape? If taking a look kills you, it would surely spell your fate out quicker. Now that the side effects have gradually worn down, you suppose it wouldn't hurt.
With a sigh, you balance back on your two feet once more, straightening out your clothes and heading to the exit. You don't even need to walk far as you step outside. Hiding behind a stack of crates, you finally manage to get a perfect view of the group. Nasha Town is as empty as can be, save for the traveler and his friends standing dead center. It seems like they weren't affected by the curse.
Must feel good, huh.
You watch as they fight off their enemies with ease, some being part of the Fatui's work. However, something feels.. off.
A soundless gasp leaves your lips.
You spot him before they do, in the flesh. Your boss, your Lord Harbinger, Il Dottore. He saunters tidily with his arms folded behind him up the metal slope, carrying himself with a refined elegance.
"It is only right that, before I end your lives, the world is informed of the arrival of their new god."
With a snap of his fingers, the blue light that you're familiar with surrounds him, engulfing his body and changing his appearance entirely. The air is stolen from your lungs as you watch his new, taller form emerge, his face wearing the signature confident smirk you've come to know (and love).
And his hair— oh, his hair. It's longer, flowing in the wind that flies by.
You'd need hours—no, days to get over this look. Dashing in every way, making your lips quiver from the mere sight of him. You notice how one arm is significantly more vibrant than the other, exotic blue lines running down his arm.
And that feeling. It's back, and it's even worse. No, not that nauseatingly dizzying feeling that nearly sent you into oblivion, but the hot, rippling sensation that would burn whenever you heard his damn voice in your head. Your gaze tilts up slightly as he ascends into the air, finger coming down with a red light at the tip.
At the same time, the sky seems to mimic his movements; a red, geometric line that splits the heavens, revealing the moon and stars beyond. His villainous laugh cuts through the group's confusion, a sound that acts as a harmony to your very ears.
Much to your surprise—though, you can't say you weren't expecting it, the ground begins to shake uncontrollably. You try to stabilize yourself by holding onto the metal crates, but a brown storm of fog clouds your vision, forcing your grip to loosen. You nearly give yourself away, forcing back a cough that threatens to escape you. But that cough is quickly turned into a gasp of fear, as you find yourself holding on for dear life on what it seems like a finger. An incredibly large one at that.
"The experiment.. begins!"
You wish you had the time to think about how low his voice just dropped, but you feel as if you were to move any inch of your body, you would simply fall into an unending abyss. That's what it looked like, anyway. The view below was beautiful, but it certainly didn't feel pleasant to know that you'd die from this height.
Looking up behind you, you spot Dottore floating mid air, his long legs moving with a gracefulness that you'd imagine would work well in other situations. The group is fighting on a platform above you, or at least that's what you can see. He's dodging, toying with them even.
He's taunting them in every way, shape, and form. If you could, you'd engrave this scene into your mind forever. The adrenaline coursing through your veins wasn't helping, and worst of all, you had no clue what would happen if you were to fall or be found.
Well, there's only one way to find out, isn't there? After all, this is the most action you've had in ages. And you don't just mean your love life.
With a newfound confidence, you clutch the hard material of the giant hand as best as you could, and flipped your body around with the other. Your leg slips, and you grunt, but recover quickly.
'Fuck!* You whisper.
Cursing seems to be the only thing you say. How ironic, seeing as you were affected by a curse. One set in stone by your boss, no less.
Now, your back lay flat against the finger, and you had a perfect view of his position from here. Little did you know, even the quietest noise at his height could be heard by Dottore.
His head snaps in your direction, and you freeze on the spot, legs closing in subconsciously. You're too far away to see it—but you miss the smirk that creeps upon his face, too busy watching as the traveler struggled against his power.
"Good, keep it up! I'm still collecting data."
You suppose you were wrong earlier. That damned curse is still in full effect. If you don't feel dizzy because of how high up you are, it's definitely due to whatever he placed on to you.
As for the harbinger, he knew full well the 'intruder' that had been listening in. It wasn't at all hard to figure out it was his dutiful assistant who managed to observe their exchange. Those sounds only come out of your mouth, after all. Not that he was paying attention. Or was he? Perhaps you were growing on him.
He laughed to himself, watching as the bodies of his enemies wavered side to side, yet the determination in their eyes was unrelenting.
No matter. He has more important things to think about.
What better time to confront you than the present? He had all the time in the world—and the next.
"I'm having quite some fun familiarizing myself with controlling time."
He boasts, voice loud enough for you to think that he's directing it at someone. The traveler grunts, not caring for his words and charges at him once more, only to get flicked like dust off of a clean surface.
"Although, I'm sure you're already aware of that,"
Silence. The traveler and his companions are no longer there, as if they've glitched out of existence with a snap of his fingers.
You're alone with him.
"aren't you?"
Your position shifts from the uncomfortable surface of the hand to the middle of the floating platform, the Doctor's blue arm extended out, his finger pointing at you as if finding a culprit. You swallow, but you don't cower or scramble back in fear. Your legs give you away, and he seems to find your body language as amusing as his experiment.
"Lo-Lord harbinger, I—"
"I must admit, my dear assistant, your acting is impeccable. They thought you to be a coward, another to flock away in fear like the rest." Dottore cuts you off, his feet now on the ground as he walks around you like a predator circling it's prey.
"It was in fact, very gracious of me to let you do as you please this entire time. After figuring out you had been prying into my matters, I was somewhat amused."
A sigh escapes you, and you finally find the strength to at least sit on your knees, but the feeling never goes away.
"I couldn't control it, my lord."
He stops beside you with an unreadable expression. What could that possibly mean? "Elaborate for me, will you?"
For you.. right.
Talking to Dottore seemed to alleviate some of the curse, but the sensation in your body did not wash away, it only grew stronger, and it doesn't help that you can see every minute detail of his new form from up close now.
"Last week, you had scheduled for me to meet up with an informant at Northland Bank in Liyue."
He arranges himself in front of you, his tall form just a meter away from your touch.
"Go on."
"I attempted to blend in on the evacuating ships to Natlan for a quicker route." You bring a hand up to your neck, fiddling with the collar of your coat and pulling it away from you, exposing your cut to the frigid air.
"..Oh?"
So you're hurt. But from what? He didn't feel it on you back at the laboratory, when his hand wrapped around your neck and felt as you stiffened in his grasp.
"That curse—Whatever it is that you placed upon those people—I have it." You explained, forcing yourself not to drag your gaze down his perfectly sculpted body.
"And here I thought the extraneous variable in my experiment had succeeded in its goal." He murmurs to himself.
His tongue clicks, using his hand motion to lift you up, setting you on your feet. Staring up at him, you watch when he leans down, prying the fabric of your coat back once more to inspect your scar.
"Hm. I suppose I am at fault then, aren't I?" He says, observing beneath his mask as your throat bobs up and down and your jaw clenches.
Again. This habit of yours.
His thumb grazes the scar, and just like that, it's gone as quick as it came. You drop to your knees, feeling as the curse was lifted and all negative effects left your body.
"My, was it that effective? Enlighten me, [Name], how did you feel as it took affect?" The question felt as if he was interrogating you, which only fueled your arousal, but you suddenly started to regret not relieving yourself when you had the chance.
Because it was starting to get unbearable.
"..I felt dizzy, like I was going to pass out the farther I strayed from Nod Krai." You pause, seeing his lips part the slightest bit as you continued to speak.
"My head wouldn't stop throbbing and—I could hear and see you, but only vaguely."
He recalls the noises that fell from your lips, how he heard you weakly call him by his title. A feeling, something unfamiliar, found its way into his body.
"Anything else I must know about?"
Your thighs shifted uncomfortably below, and your hands frequently balled into fists before resting at your side once more. These are details that the Doctor did not miss, something other than your usual fidgeting when he's near. On top of that, your face seemed to be a bit red. The curse was lifted, yet the side effects still persisted? No, that's not right.
"Tell me the full truth, [Name]. I can assure you that we'll both benefit from this once it's over." You don't miss how his voice gets deeper, more serious toward the end of his sentence. It sends a pleasant shiver down your spine.
"I.."
The tips of his fingers find their way up to your chin, making you face him. You hate that you can't tell what he's thinking, nor see what expression he's making behind his mask.
"..I felt aroused."
He likes how you don't hesitate to get the words out. Unlike many others, who tremble at the mere sight of him. His head tilts as if he's thinking, leaning in close enough for the tip of his mask to touch your nose.
Unexpectedly, he begins to laugh. It's mesmerizing—how his lips move as he speaks. You can't seem to tear your gaze away.
"Hah.. So you mean to tell me that, as you squirmed and let those sounds escape you, you called out my name while watching my every move?"
You perked up instantly, whilst your stomach dropped. He could hear you? And he didn't deduce that you were just incredibly horny the entire fucking time? Your cheeks flush red, breaking his gaze to look at the ground. A 'tsk' left him, this time bending lower, forcing you to stare directly at him.
Yeah, you're in for it now. A punishment worse than death for sure—
"Tell me, dear assistant, would you like the honor of participating in this experiment?"
What?
He says this, yet in his mind, he's already considered you a key variable, though one out of his control. At least now, you're right where he wants you to be.
"I'm afraid I don't follow, my lord. I'm hardly fit to assume the role of a god's right hand.."
Your words drag another laugh from him. He would have no need for a right hand. At that point, he'd be capable of doing everything himself. And, to be completely honest, you didn't care about this plan of his. But after skimming through some of his notes, you suppose you could play along. Perhaps you'd get something out of it.
"Oh, do not worry. You won't have to lift a finger." That smug smile of his creeps upon his face once more, staring down at you in all his glory. Though, your eyes can't help but trail down to his neon chest—
"Will you join me, [Name]?"
This is the only chance you get, he tells himself. It isn't as if it's in your best interest to say no, is it?
Because one..
"..Yes, my lord."
..is all he needs to give you.
His grin widens. Not a single ounce of hesitation. If only the traveler were this cooperative, then this all would've been over sooner.
"Excellent. I knew you wouldn't let me down, dear assistant of mine." You don't miss the upturn of the corners of his lips, or the way his voice deepens when he calls you his assistant.
"I can tell that this place isn't to your liking. That's alright. This is hardly the setting for such an act to be performed." Dottore leisurely walks forward, bending down until his chin reaches just above your ear. Strands of his hair tickle the side of your face, and you almost find it in you to grab a handful of it.
"Unless, that is, you want it to be."
The last thing you see before you're in a completely different area is the flash of his sharp, white teeth, only a hint to whatever chaos he might cause with you. Darkness overtakes your vision, and you feel warm hands cover your eyes, a faint blue light channeling down his fingers.
When he pries his hands off, you pretend not to notice how he deliberately brushes your eyelash, or how his fingers rub against your temples longer than need be.
This is..
"Your quarters." He finishes, as if he read your mind.
To be more specific, you're provided free, pre-furnished lodging without having to pay for anything. Perks of being a harbingers assistant. This applies to anywhere you and said harbinger go. It doesn't look all that different from when you first moved in, save for the several plant specimens that sit on empty shelves. Dottore is surprised to see that you've kept those—he's only discarded them because he deems them failures.
If you remember correctly, Dottore had only been here once. Though, you noticed how he refrained from stepping inside, how his face scanned the room as if he assumed he wasn't welcome.
You're dragged back to reality when you hear a hum resonate from his throat, your eyes trailing to his hands as they make a 'come' motion. At first, you think the motion is meant for you, but you're pushed backward by an invisible force into one of your chairs. Your ass is squished against the curve of the seat pan, and your arms forcibly resting against the armrest.
"As my aide, your job is to recount in perfect detail what you experienced. That of which includes what you saw, heard, and felt. If you can, you may describe what you imagined."
You realize that the Trilune device that hovered behind him was gone, but he still had full control over the situation. You just know he did.
All that remained on him was the more advanced, robe like version of his original clothing. You hate how suggestive it looks—how it hugs his waist so well, and how you're able to get a good look at his thighs.
If life was fair, you'd be between them right now, your mind pokes at you.
A labored 'yes, my lord' is murmured from under your breath, the ever growing feeling of arousal within your body threatening to take over your senses. He chuckles at your weakened response before maintaining his serious composure.
"And as the experimenter,"
Dottore begins to walk lustfully toward you, stopping right where his legs meet your knees. You're face to face with his crotch, and you swear you can hear your heart pounding in your ears. You're unable to see his gaze, but his head tilts down at you with that all knowing smile of his.
His blue fingertips glide across your arm, all the way up until they tickle the skin of your neck. You shiver at the feeling, the memory of him easily wrapping his hand around it still as present as ever. The glowing fingertips stop right where he recalls your cut was, pressing his thumb lightly against your throat.
You lean into his touch, but before you can get any further, he pulls away. The disappointment is evident on your face.
So easily influenced, he thinks to himself.
"It is my responsibility to reenact what you describe to the absolute best of my ability. I intend for the both of us to benefit from this."
The only response you're able to give him is the slow blinking of your hooded eyes, rubbing your thighs together for friction while your face burned of red hot embarrassment. He tuts, swiftly placing his leg between your own, his knee pressing right up against your clothed crotch.
"Now, now, surely you don't simply expect me to do all the work, do you?" Dottore taunts as he teasingly applies weight and rubs his knee against you.
"I—mmph—suppose not.." You bite into your lower lip, a mix between an exhale and a moan leaving you.
"I was laying down—"
As soon as the words escape you, the chair magically reclines, though not all the way down, allowing you a more comfortable position.
"..and I had my legs spread."
Setting a casual pace, the Doctor takes his time as his hands begin to replace the leg parting your thighs, parting your legs with ease. At the same time, he observes how your hands ball into fists each time his own come into contact with your warm skin.
"T-The curse made my vision hazy, but I did see.. flickers of where and how you were—hah— standing.."
"Oh? And what, pray tell, was I doing?"
It was so damn hard to focus. Each time you begun speaking, his hands would inch in further, teetering closer and closer to your wet heat.
"You were attempting to persuade the.. traveler..!" His nose crunched in distaste as the word 'attempting,' but he lets it slide nonetheless. If that Descender did not care for the truth, then he will show it to him later.
"And I heard as you kept—kept applauding him. It was too much, I c-couldn't—"
"Good. That's more like it. Keep recounting, do not stop on my behalf."
That was exactly how it sounded back then. This motherfucker knows what he's doing, and you both love it and absolutely hate it. Hate it because it feels good. He feels good.
"Uhm.. between my legs, I imagined.." You pause, watching as he idly plays with the hem of your clothes, as if tinkering with chemicals to test for a reaction.
"I imagined you.. your face.. e-eating me out.."
It was impossible to hide the flush on your face now. You did your best to avoid his gaze, but wherever you looked, you knew deep down that he was staring straight into your soul. He had the nerve to laugh, the vibrations traveling from his chest to your thighs.
"I'm sure you know full well that situations such as this are strictly forbidden in our line of work, yes?"
Fuck you.
"Of course I do, ye—yessss..."
The last words are drawn out into a long exhale when you feel his hands undo the buckles of your pants, pulling them down until they hit your knees. Your soaked underwear is exposed to the cold air, and he smirks devilishly at the sight. This was bad. So, so bad. You could feel your sex throbbing wildly between your legs and all you could do was watch as he squeezed and prodded at your inner thighs, delaying your pleasure and frustrating you all the while.
His hands tugged gently on your underwear before he began to take them off. He slid his fingers along the curve of your ass, positioning them beneath your thighs and bringing the thin fabric down with your half worn pants.
The Second took in the sight of your drenched folds, utterly amazed at how wet you've become by a few simple touches. How pitiful, he thinks. Though, he will admit that there has been some strain in his suit. A minuscule matter. Hardly worth mentioning.
"Do continue, dear assistant."
You gulped, not trusting yourself to open your mouth once more. But seeing as he refused to move unless you said a word, you persisted. Just as you were about to speak up, you felt his breath fan over your folds, earning him a strained whine along with the shiver than ran through your body.
"Fuck—I tried to imagine your hands never letting my legs close, or maybe even one over your s-shoulder..?!"
A warbled moan is muffled by your hand as you bury your face into your palm, feeling a wet, hot line being traced down your pussy. Your toes curl inward at the feeling of his warmer, glowing fingers digging into your hips, nearly finding purchase on your ass.
The Doctor was about to go again, his saliva-covered tongue resting just above your clit, twitching and just barely making contact with your wetness. However, to your dismay, as soon as the hushed sound of your fervent moan became apparent to him, he stopped.
You blinked in confusion when you watched him withdraw himself, a click of dissatisfaction leaving his lips instead of his usual praise.
You wanted to protest, to ask him why, but the words were stuck in your throat. Even now as he was on his knees between your two trembling legs, his presence felt intimidating. But not in the way that frightened others—his very being was a reminder that he was still very much in control, and that you had to be obeying his instructions.
"You should know better than to hide your sounds from me," he scolds, feigning anger as his voice drops to a lower octave.
Your lips parted, as if you expected a response to come from yourself, but Dottore was met with silence. He continued before you could think of one.
"Only the most nurtured experiments yield the best results, don't you agree?"
He doesn't give you a chance to answer, using his thumb to rub slow, gentle circles over your clit. Soft moans poured from your mouth, clear and free of any obstructions. The harbinger chuckles in amusement as he watches your eyes twitch in pleasure. Heat rippled from your core and then throughout the entirety of your body, and what was worse was that you were incredibly sensitive. You had a hard time believing the curse was really lifted.
What a fascinating plethora of sounds you make, he thinks. At the simplest kitten lick, he had your body trembling for him. Dottore begins to wonder what motions would have you toppling over the very edge. Each reaction he evoked from stimulating your clit drove his mind to usher you further, so far that you may never remember the names of the other harbingers.
He leans in further, the tip of his mask brushing against your lower abdomen. "Do make sure you're watching," he says, the vibration of his voice making your thighs shiver. His fingertips dig into them, pushing your hips into the flat of the seat.
"I may require some.. notes, should the time come."
What he meant by that? You didn't know, but the thought of responding didn't even occur to you, too lost in your own pleasure.
His tongue dips deep between your folds, lapping at your juices and ever so slightly applying more pressure as time passes. Even though you hadn't stated it, his hand finds your clit once more, rubbing and quickening his pace. Your eyes flutter shut, gripping the arm rest with a strength you didn't even know you had.
Remembering his earlier words, you stare right back down at him, pulse quickening at the sight. Curses are whispered beneath your breath, and Dottore *knows* he hears his title from you, however quiet it was. From beneath his mask, he watches the darting of your eyes, making it obvious to him that you have something to say.
"A-And—fuuuck—I wanted to run m-my hands through your hair..!"
If this goes on any longer, you doubt you'll be able to form coherent sentences anymore. He's just so good, and it's making you so hot. His movements don't stop, but you feel a squeeze on your thigh, signaling a go-ahead.
Hesitantly, you lift your hand, testing the waters by stroking the top of his head. Little by little, you sink your fingers into the nest of his blue hair, running your hand through the thick strands that welcome your touch.
You don't mean to, but you tug. And you tug again. Purely on accident, but the more you 'accidentally' do it, the more you hear and feel grunts and hums from the man below you. They aren't the usual annoyed or displeased sounds that he makes either. When you tug a little too hard, pulling his face into your crotch which makes his tongue press flat against your clit, he groans, making these repeated darting movements with it.
Your face contorts into utter bliss, and the sounds you make are no different. You feel the beginning of your climax form in your lower half, the louder moans signaling the harbinger as such. Dottore doesn't forget your earlier words—he acts on them. Right now.
His free hand lets go of your hips, a discolored mark on your skin where the five of his fingers were. He slips his hand beneath your thigh, bringing it above to rest on his shoulder, allowing him easier access to your holes. Your body shifts in the seat, sinking further down without meaning to. Subconsciously, you grind your pussy down on his mouth, not caring if you were to get scolded.
"So eager," he quips, quickening the pace of his movements.
His knowledge of the human body surpasses that of which you cannot comprehend. He swipes his tongue against the nerves that make you weak, forcing your back to arch opposite of the seat. The grasp he has on your elevated leg tightens as your peak approaches, feeling the muscles in your core tighten.
He knows you're close. Right on the spot, actually. It isn't until that knot in you snaps that you tug his hair with full force and grind your pussy against his mouth, yet he does not stop.
"I-I'm—gonna..!"
A string of loud, warbled moans follow your intense orgasm, legs shaking uncontrollably in his hold as he circles your clit with his fingers and tongue.
Stars fill your vision, your hearing fades out for a moment, and all you can feel is complete and utter satisfaction. If he's talking, you can't hear him, but you feel the vibrations of his voice even in your high.
"Excellent work, my assistant," he praises, licking the corners of his lips clean of your release. A mix of his saliva and your juices run down his chin, similarly also pooling beneath you on the chair. A line of saliva breaks as he disconnects his lips from your folds, and you have half the mind to tell him you miss the feeling.
Only when your body falls sluggishly back into the chair does he speak up once more, observing as your half lidded irises could barely focus on him. To his slight disappointment, your hand leaves his hair, the soft blue strands gliding between the skin of your fingertips.
"Remember, we're far from finished with this experiment. I've barely collected any data." His voice reminds you, cutting through the afterglow of your orgasm. You snap back to reality, albeit slowly.
You glance down to see just how messy your inner thighs are, covered chaotically in a combination of your slick and other liquids. Heat rises to your cheeks, yet you aren't as embarrassed as before. Awkwardly, you cleared your throat and continued.
"I.. wanted to.. pleasure myself with the little time I had."
He noticed when your breathing would stutter, and how your voice wavered with each passing word. If you're already this worn out from a simple climax, he wonders just how much you'll be able to handle later on.
"I'm assuming you didn't get to? Go on then."
What? He just expected you to.. finger yourself while he watched?
"Precisely." He chuckles.
You don't even want to question how he confirmed your thoughts, nor do you wanna know how.
"Just pretend as if I'm not here. Act on your own accord, won't you?"
"Yes, lord harbinger.."
Following his orders, you try your best to avoid his gaze as your hand traveled slowly down your clothes, despite wanting to desperately take them off. You scrape the juices stuck to your skin with two fingers, watching as your sweat infused slick pearled down on to the floor.
The way your slick covered you made it impossibly easy for your fingers to slide in, making your eyebrows scrunch at the feeling. Slowly, you pumped your fingers in and out, skin now glistening with your stickiness. You'd like to think you knew your body well, but this isn't even anything close to how Dottore was pleasuring you earlier.
Ahead of you, you hear shuffling, and presumably another chair being summoned out of nowhere. You take a risky glance forward, breath hitching when you see him watching with an undeniably smug expression on the lower half of his face. Your movements halt for but a fraction of a second when he doesn't break your gaze, stripping himself of the white robe covered his detailed chest.
The Doctor sits languidly in the chair across from you, unwrapping himself as if he was a gift. Multiple white belt-like straps hit the floor when he revealed his clothed chest, covered in a layer of what you think is the tightest latex you've ever seen.
You grew flushed at the sight, quickening the pace of your fingers, a noticeable plap each time the base of your hand hit your folds.
Heightened pulse, accelerated movement—you truly were fascinating. Just a glance at him undressing, and you already look so desperate? That wouldn't do. He couldn't have you finishing again so soon. Your head sunk into the fluff of your coat, chasing that heavenly release that you were rewarded with earlier. The more his body was revealed, the faster you went. But it just wasn't enough.
You prodded and stretched your dripping hole, but your fingers failed to satisfy you, the waves of pleasure leaving just as fast as they came.
Faster. Harder. It's all you can think about, but you still can't do it.
Your lips form a straight line, brows creasing as you begin to grow frustrated with your own body. Mistakenly, you glance back up again, seeing the Doctor in his full, coatless glory. There's an obvious—and quite large, might you add—strain in his suit, a dark blue outline outlining it.
An audible gasp slips past your quiet moans, sucking in a harsh breath directly after. The size of it from your point of view was purely mad. Just the thought of it in your hands, or even inside you was crazy. Would that fit? Could you even fit anything past the tip? You don't know. You hope to find out.
Again. There it is. You feel it, the pleasure converging into one spot in your core, your high finally approaching. You're so close, so, so close. Just a little further—
"That's quite enough."
You almost whine. Almost.
Of course, you listen, but that force—it's restricting you again. Your fingers are stopped just at the entrance of your hole, a white ring covering your fingers from the buildup of fluids.
"You've done well. Now come, don't keep me waiting. We haven't much time."
In truth, he had plenty of time. As much as he desired. Bending the force to his will, he could slow this down or speed this up. But, it isn't like you needed to know that. It seemed you already knew a portion of what his plans were, and didn't plan to interfere. Nevertheless, he'd rather have someone useful by his side rather than an incompetent, spineless fool who could not grasp what his goals were.
"You want me to..?"
He patted the flat of his thighs, dangerously close to the bulge underneath the latex. "Sit on my lap? Yes, that's exactly what I mean. Unless you would like to stop, we can continue this experiment another time."
As if on cue, the force disappeared, allowing you to scramble on to your feet and make your way in front of him. Your legs quivered at the feeling of your juices spilling down to the floor, knowing that his saliva coated them as well.
He urges you down with his finger, your legs straddling his own and your ass plush against his thighs. You swear you see his hand hesitate above your waist for a moment before—
Zip!
"What—?"
The white tassels on the floor emerge, wrapping around his calves, waist, and arms. They tighten immeasurably, connecting to the harness on his chest. Dottore planned this—naturally. Even so, you hear him suck in a breath as if he felt pleasure from it. That's the first time you've ever heard him do that.
The thought of him doing it again, or maybe something more, has your legs tightening around him.
He smirks, feeling his limbs being restrained to the chair, his movement limited and his cock impossibly hard beneath the latex. Even though he's capable of getting out any time, surely there was no harm at putting his patience to the test?
Oh, he's into this.
"Was this also apart of that imagination of yours? Or are you simply too stunned to speak?" He's below you, again. Closer than ever. You swallow, eyes flickering toward the noticeable bulge that's begging to be released.
"..It wasn't, but.."
You roll your hips against his, your wetness seeping through the fabric of his clothes. His lips part, but no words come out except for a scoff.
"I'd like to try."
His smirk gets wider, fangs flashing from the side of his mask. "Perfect. Then, you'll sit with me inside until you finish ridding yourself of your clothes, yes?"
What.
You were to sit.. on his cock for however long it took you to undress while he sat and watched? It wasn't as if he hadn't watched you get off previously, but you just had to wonder: how the hell were you going to fit that inside of you?
"Y-Yes, I will."
Your expression didn't seem to match what you were saying, but he admired the fact that you were willing to continue. Good. Not a single disagreement between you two. Was it because you feared him? No, it couldn't be. Just a few moments ago, you came apart on his tongue, writhing under him like you didn't care of the mess you made on his face.
Like magic, the fabric of his lower half seems to split open, revealing the base of his cock, springing up and hitting his abdomen. That smug look remained glued to his face as he observed your taken aback reaction, your jaw clenching and a gasp leaving you.
"Don't forget, dear [Name], you still have things to report to me."
You grab his length, feeling as he shuddered slightly at your touch. Terribly warm. Your hand pumps him a few times, seeing as pre-cum formed at the tip. He twitches in your hand, and his breathing has gone noticeably quiet. Without another word, you place your hands on his shoulders for leverage, positioning yourself above his cock. You mentally prepared yourself, knowing that it would be a tight fit—especially considering his size.
"F-Fuck.."
You lower your hips, the tip gliding past your puffy walls with ease. Dottore's head snaps toward where your bodies met, unusually fixated on how his length began to disappear inside of you, inch by inch. His hands twitched behind him, almost like they begged for him to remove the restraints and slam himself into you at once.
"You're doing well."
Nearly faltering at his praise, your grip on his shoulder tightened. Already half way in.. somehow. He hasn't even finished yet, and he's filling you up so much. With what little movement he had left, he decided to roll his hips upward, making your eyes widen and your mouth collect a line of drool with how focused you are.
With an exhale, you finally fit all of him inside of you. Even he's surprised that you manage to do it, watching as his lips part with lidded eyes. You can't help but squirm in his lap, the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.
Dottore.. had anticipated this, yet feeling it was something particularly new. Your insides were incredibly warm. Impossibly so. It was as if your walls were made to accommodate the size of him.
When you finally got comfortable, you looked up once more. His face no longer held that smug smile, but he looked mildly speechless, like you had just done the impossible.
Well, it wasn't as if anyone had done this with his exact body before, anyway. In this form no less.
Your slick beaded down his length as well, and he could feel as it oozed through what was left of the thin layer of clothing he had on. If you could stop your meaningless squirming, maybe he would reward you, Dottore hums to himself.
"Remember how your hand w-wrapped around my—ngh—neck earlier..?"
"It's hard to forget. I must say, your reaction was quite pleasing."
When will his fucking teasing stop?
You shuddered as labored breaths left you, beginning to undo the buttons of your coat. The heat was really getting to you, and it didn't help that his cock burned inside of you as well.
"I liked that.. ah—too..!"
He doesn't reply, recalling what you looked like with his gloved hand around your neck. You didn't fight against it, and you didn't make any protest. No wonder.. you enjoyed having his hand there.
On to the final button, you slowly shrugged off the sleeves, getting used to the change in temperature. Each time you made even the slightest movement, you couldn't help but jerk your hips. As good as this felt, your combined juices were beginning to build up between your connected bodies, giving you this half lewd, half awkward feeling. Though, you couldn't deny that it was part of what was making you feel hot.
Another set of buttons, you look down. You really should've thought this through. Had you known you were going to fuck your boss, you'd have changed into more appropriate attire. Instead of beginning at your neck, you started from the bottom, getting a good view of his slick covered cock.
He watched as you continued unveiling yourself, unaware of his intense gaze. Bit by bit, the skin of your stomach was revealed to him. He had noticed that even at the slightest shift, you inhaled, your expressive movements never failing to amuse him. Four, three, then two. A countdown until your bare chest was revealed to him. The sweat beneath your shirt stuck to the cloth as well, revealing parts of your shoulders and waist to him.
"You may stop there."
His strained voice cut through your focus, earning him a surprising grind of your hips. The bottom of your breasts barely peak through the opened part of your shirt, but even so, you refuse to question his methods. As always.
"..Lord harbinger, don't you think it's a bit.. u-unfair?"
He tilts his head quizzically, as if confused by your question. What was unfair about this? In your eyes, you should view him as completely at your mercy.
"Mm.. What is?"
Your eyes rake over his neck, then down to his broad chest. You boldly rest your hand atop his pecs, running your fingers down his abdomen. He (regrettably) stiffens at your touch. The Doctor refused to show any signs of giving in to this pleasure, not until he declared enough time had passed.
"I'm practically naked, and you're.. you—"
"Well then, since it troubles you so, why not disrobe me at your leisure?"
He wanted to laugh. You were brave for speaking of 'fairness,' especially when he could tell that you knew he was in full control of the situation. Again, his clothes seemed to split just where you wanted them to. A red, geometric line appeared at his neck, splitting the fabric and allowing you to tear as if it were paper.
He breathes in when he feels the sensation of your fingertips grazing his skin, intentionally sliding down his neck as if to gauge a reaction out of him. Cunning woman, he thinks, understanding this body more than he had hoped.
You split the fabric easily, the cloth parting unevenly beneath the harness that he wore. Even in this messy state, you admit he looked as attractive as ever. Moments pass, and you've only gotten just below his pecs. The sight of his nipples interest you, flicking and rolling them between your fingers. You bite your lip when you hear him grunt, muttering incomprehensible words under his breath.
You're testing him. Much like he's testing you—experimenting with you. The tables had yet to turn, but he felt as if showing the slightest bit of weakness would allow you to forget that he's fully in control. This is purely his doing, so he had to have patience. He had to be patient, even when your fingers wouldn't stop prodding at his now sensitive nipples, making him feel pleasure—
"Don't move."
Your walls clamp down on him when he suddenly grabs your ass, lifting you up with otherworldly strength. The leather straps that once bound him to the chair now discarded to the floor in one swift motion. His tip leaves you, stopping just at the entrance of your dripping pussy before driving his hips upward, your juices spreading from the impact.
"F-Fuck! Ohmygod..—"
His pace starts slow, yet it's almost as brutal as he acts to his own subordinates. The length of his cock glides past your folds and hits your sweet spot over and over again, dragging an endless harmony of moans from your throat.
This blasted body of his, unfitting for a god like him. Too sensitive to your touch, his mind giving into its desires like a moth to a flame.
Dottore huffed, regaled with the expression your face wore. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, indicating that his performance was nothing short of sending you to paradise. He could not control how his body let moans escape each time you squeezed around his cock. You were so hot inside—a heat that should not exist within the borders of Snezhnaya.
"Well done. Would you—hah—like your reward?"
You had sat still as he plowed into you, and in return, he'd let you cum. Finally.
"P-Please, 'm gonna..!"
Your orgasm builds up way too fast for your liking, your mind begging for this to last longer, while your body begged for release. The knot in your core was going to burst after each quick snap of his hips into yours.
You lurched forward from how hard he pounded into you, yet the grasp he had on your ass did not falter. Dottore's head leaned on your shoulder, his lips dangerously close to your ear as you locked your arms behind his neck. Wet skin slapping against each other echoed throughout the room, it kept getting faster and faster, and the sound louder until—
"Oh, fuuuck..!"
You moan out into his neck, hands grasping at his hair whilst your fingers intertwined themselves within the strands that fell back. He grunts, whispering praise like 'good' into your ear as you spasmed all around his cock. Dottore could feel each and every twitch of your muscles, and each time he felt it he fucked into you harder. Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, much more intense than the curse from earlier, and much, much more favorable. Toes curling, back arching into him and your chests touching. The sweat beading down your body fell on to his abs, spilling down on to the chair like the rest of the fluids.
And the Doctor? He wasn't even close to bottoming out. One more, he told himself. You would allow him to fuck you once more while he watched with satisfaction on his face at your dazed expression, wouldn't you?
Suddenly, still in the haze of your high, you're lifted up. You barely register what he's doing until you feel the texture of the previous reclined chair on your back, your body now in a more comfortable position.
His cock exits you all too soon, leaving you shuddering at the sudden loss of warmth.
"M-My lord? Wha—"
Your words are cut short when he suddenly wraps his glowing hand around your neck, his thumb pressing gently against your throat like before.
His hands were warm at least, a contrast to the cold air of Nod Krai that once stuck to your skin. Though, the atmosphere quickly grew hot when the two of you began fucking like animals. Or rather, he did.
"You've done excellent so far, dear assistant. It's only fair to the both of us that you get another reward, while I receive mine."
He pauses for a moment, presumably pondering to himself before continuing.
"Oh, and drop the formalities, won't you? It is rather unprofessional for you to be referring to me as your superior at a time like this." He jeers, voice lowering as he observes how the words possibly went in one ear and left from the other.
You don't get a chance to respond as he abruptly thrusts into you, this time much more deeper. He fucks your cunt so much that your cum and slick ooze out like water, pouring down your thighs once more. Loud, pleasing moans fill the air, followed by more wet slapping and the sound of his increasingly deep grunts.
"Dottore—shitshitshit.. I'm close a-again..!?"
He groans at the sound of his name rolling off of your tongue with the loss of his title. Your desperate pleas for release fall on deaf ears as he simply continues according to his own rhythm, slowly adding more pressure to the grip on your neck.
Your hands instinctively come up to hold his thick arm, not because it hurt but because it felt so good. You're now definitely sure that you couldn't have reached this point of pleasure on your own if you were to indulge yourself earlier. The other arm, free and holding on to the arm rest for support had finally found another purpose: massaging your clit.
He smirked he felt you shudder and close your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper as he thrust into you. Leaning down whilst keeping both hands in place, he somehow manages to undo the last button concealing your breasts from him with his teeth alone. He lets go, licking his lips and behind sucking on your tit, overstimulating you.
His tongue swirls around your areola, a string of his saliva connecting his mouth to you. He spits, lubricating the area and increasing his pace on your clit with his fingers.
"Oh my god—s-so close.."
"Hm? Referring to me, are you? How considerate of you to recognize me as your god this early into the experiment. Very good."
Despite him saying the words loud and clear, you could barely concentrate anymore, the only thing you're capable of feeling is the indescribable amount of pleasure he's giving you. One thrust after the other has you throwing your head back whilst clawing at his arm, feeling as his warm breath fanned against your moist chest.
Dottore feels something, something he fully expected to happen. A tight, pulling feeling within him that threatens to burst. He grins, fucking you faster and chasing that feeling like he'll never find it again.
His controlled, vigorous thrusts grow erratic. A gaudy moan slips past his open lips, feeling as your pussy began tightening around his cock, milking him of what he's about to give you. Helpless mewls you groan into the air fuel his drive, your back arching up as his arm pressed you down into the chair.
Your orgasm washes over you, fluid gushing and spasming all over his length. Legs locking his body in place, you barely register that his thumb has stopped moving and his legs start to twitch as he freezes inside of you. The Doctor pants, hips stuttering as he pours one final thrust of his cock into your cunt, feeling his orgasm overtake all his senses, claiming whatever was left of the control he had over his body. A long, deep groan is followed by an unexpected whimper, but it's almost so quiet that you barely miss it.
You don't say anything—not a word about how his broken composure let a vulnerable side of him loose, and he doesn't either. He allows himself a few moments to stay within your walls, mask facing away from your gaze and glued to your chest.
His grip loosens, hand caressing the back of your neck before he brings it back to himself, sliding the sweat down along your body as he retracts it. The release is foreign to him, something that he hasn't had the pleasure of experiencing before. He's studied the reactions, though from text books and various notes on how the feeble human body felt through it.
Peeking through the gaps of your fingers, you can only slightly see as he drags himself out of you, a groan leaving your throats at the feeling. He collects himself for a moment, observing the seed that spilled out of you before turning around and adjusting his mask.
Your pussy throbs from the overbearing feeling of his countless thrusts, and you sigh to yourself. Unaware of how much time has passed, you hazily sit up, legs twitching from how overly sensitive you were.
You blink, seeing his figure sit elegantly in the chair he was once in, your eyes instantly darting to his glistening cock and the white that poured from his head. A chuckle breaks the silence, the Doctor watching amused at how you barely register your surroundings, wiping the sweat off of your forehead.
What..?
Suddenly, he stands up, and your face goes red trying to avoid staring down too much. His wet fingers trail up your thigh, stopping right before he could touch the spot inside you once more.
"Who's to say we must conclude after only one procedure? I'm not finished collecting data, and you still need to recount my notes to me." He spreads your legs open once more, the cum spilling from you and adding to the pool on the chair.
You shiver, long, heaving breaths leaving your tired body as you watch him, his head dipping between your thighs again, lips dangerously close to the wetness of your sopping hole.
"We must only strive for the most satisfactory results, after all."