Certified Monster Lover

The attention got you a bedroom all to yourself, filled with things you actually liked but that had to be approved by him first. Still, It was easy to forget you were inside a care center, that just a few months ago your mental status was a catastrophe. Maybe it still was, but now you had Dr. Gideon.

He paraded you around, his hand on your back always guiding you, showing you the center like you weren’t a patient. You listened to him drawl on about his current work, practically drunk on his words. Worry and stress were a thing of the past when you were with him. Though, he still held an air to him that instilled a sense of fearful respect. Somehow that only made you more enraptured by him, to be picked by such a man out of everyone else he could’ve chosen.

Now you laid here on the examination bed, legs fitted into the stirrups, as Dr. Gideon sat himself on the rolling chair. Your entire body has been laid bare for him but somehow this still feels more risqué. Spread wide before him as he pulls on his black gloves, the latex making a slight pop against his skin.

“I suspect the results will be promising. Your breasts seemed to have grown, as well as your appetite.”

If anyone other Victor had made a comment on how much food you ate, you’d be mortified. But he always made sure you were well fed, with your favorite meals too. To him such observations were a positive.

“What exactly is this for?” You asked hesitantly. Sometimes it was hard to gauge whether you were allowed certain details or not, even if it explicitly involved you.

Victor’s gloved hand came up to rub your calf in a soothing manner. “A simple pelvic exam is all.”

You studied his expression as he veered closer to you, but it was half hidden by the visor. He must want a very clear view, though you weren’t sure what exactly the glasses did. Balling your hands into fists at your sides you let out a small “okay”, letting him know it was fine to continue. But deep down you knew it didn’t actually matter what you wanted.

Hands trailed up your inner thighs sending a shock to your core. No matter how many times he touched you it was always thrilling. His hands engulfed a large part of your thick thighs, fingers softly digging into the supple skin. Victor took pride in watching the way your body reacted to him as if it’d never been touched before. Finally his fingers hovered over your lips, gently spreading you open. His thumb ran through your folds, collecting your slick before circling your clit. A gasp left you as you eagerly drank in the sight of him licking his lips in anticipation.

“So wet just from my presence,” he gave you a devilish smile. “Does the thought of carrying my seed excite you that much?”

He pulled back his fingers to lick them, even without seeing his eyes you knew he was staring at you intently as he did it. “Yes, nothing would make me happier,” you breathed, wishing he would take things farther already.

You are in too deep. He’s your doctor, the man who’s supposed to help you get better. Instead he’s gotten you addicted to him, making you crave him. He’s using you, manipulating you, taking advantage of your vulnerability. Yet, it only made you want him more. In a way, you used it for your gain. Your efforts to please him showed you just how starved he was, your affection gave him a weakness. Albeit a small one.

“That’s exactly what I like to hear.” One of his big hands glided underneath your gown, softly squeezing at your plush stomach. “I’m sure you will look even more beautiful walking around with proof of my claim,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss into the crease of your knee.

“Will I still have to stay here if I am pregnant?” Your voice was slightly timid asking a question that had been nagging at you for awhile.

Victor’s head tilted to the side ever so slightly with a momentary pause before he answered, “I suppose I could find you better accommodations. It wouldn’t be fair of me to keep the mother of my offspring concealed in a place for the unwell.” His voice was so light and airy, yet deep and commanding all at once.

You knew you were still considered mentally “unwell”, but the prospect of finally achieving freedom through this means filled you with growing delight.

“Then let’s see if it finally took,” you said with a smile, legs spreading impossibly wider for him.

With a smirk on his face Victor thrusted two fingers inside of you, drawing a moan from you. You weren’t sure if this was crucial to the exam but you weren’t obliged to ask. His fingers curved upwards to hit against your g-spot, making you clench around him. The hand he held against your soft stomach came back down to rub your clit with his thumb. The feel of those rubber gloves sliding inside of you was a distinct sensation that added to your desire for him. A fantasy come to life. Your chest heaved at the building pleasure but you still needed more. After that first time he fucked you with his cock you knew nothing would ever come close to that feeling.

“Please Victor, I need to feel you,” you begged, hands gripping the edge of the bed.

“Not yet,” he uttered before diving in to lick at your slit.

Every part of your cunt was being devoured by him, it made your back arch in that euphoric bliss. Moans spilled from you relentlessly as you reached your peak, thighs squeezing around Victor’s head. His fingers sped up, fucking you with no abandon as his tongue lapped up your juices. As soon as you felt your orgasm near its brink he pulled away, hands firmly pushing your legs apart.

You whined at him, eyes tearing up from the loss of pleasure. “Why,” you asked, sitting up to look at him head on with frustration. Your pussy was practically aching for him.

He grabbed a speculum from a nearby rolling table with one hand as the fingers on his other rubbed circles into your ankle. “Patience, dear. We still have an exam to conduct, remember?”

Your eyes softened as you nodded your head in agreement. Of course he was still focused on assessing you, he is a man who always achieves his goals. Watching him lubricate the end of the tool did nothing to squander your arousal.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he whispered in that low tone while he slowly prodded at your opening with the speculum.

At first your body clenched from the cold touch but as Victor massaged your inner thigh you felt yourself relax. He cooed softly at your body’s invitation, going further in as the lube and slick squelched loudly in the quiet room. The penetration was nothing like him but it still helped to quench that deep-seated thirst in your core. A sigh of content left you, body fully accepting the intrusion.

“That’s it, you’re doing such a good job for me,” Victor smiled up at you, gold teeth showing just a sliver as they glinted in the harsh light.

The way he spoke to was as though you’re prey he’s about to eat, coaxing you into a sense of false security. But you couldn’t be bothered to run away, not when he slowly spread the tool inside you. The pain wasn’t as bad as you would’ve thought, and the way he looked at you with such pride made you want to take so much more. Such a great stretch should be unpleasant, but instead it was a delicious sting that made your body push towards him in want.

“Victor,” you called for him with needy eyes.

He reached for a long cotton swab while his other hand reached for yours, fully engulfing it in his hold. A gentle squeeze before he spoke, “I know, I’m almost done and then I will reward you.”

You felt an uncomfortable sensation as he swabbed inside of you, thankful as soon as it ended. Finally he leaned in closer to study you, completely silent as he analyzed your cervix. When he pulled back with a wide grin and removed his visor you knew he was overjoyed. He retracted the tool slowly after minimizing it, eyes glowing with elation as he removed his gloves.

“Am I?” You hesitantly drawled out.

Victor stood to his full height, towering over your supine body. “You are,” he delighted, leaning down to cup your face in his hands. “You have made me so proud, my dear.”

Your entire form went even more lax as you gazed up at him. Body compliant to his every move. The knowledge that you were, without a doubt, carrying his child made you ecstatic. You never would’ve thought being pregnant with your doctor’s baby would bring you such joy, but it was now a welcome feeling.

You gripped Victor’s lab coat making him crash down onto you, lips planting against yours. His movements were slow at first, taking in the taste of you with no shame. The way his hands moved to glide up your sides and caress the soft pouch of your stomach made you keen into his touch. He let out a content hum as he deepened the kiss, tongue invading your mouth with ease. Both of your tongues collided against one another, fervently fighting for control. In the end you’d always give it up to Victor, but the longer this ordeal went on the more courage you gathered to match his intensity. Your enthusiasm only seemed to spur him on further.

“The things you do to me,” Victor mused as his hands gripped the center of your gown before ripping it. The fabric’s tattered remains fell down your body, revealing your figure to him.

His eyes scanned you, hands groping at your plumpness with reverence. Those cracked lips trailed down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kiss as he made his way to your heavy breasts. He readily took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it like you were already producing milk. His hand kneaded at the neglected breast as his teeth grazed your soft skin. Gasps of pleasure filled the room as your pussy grew wetter, eager for his cock.

“Show me just what I do to you, show me how much I make you fall apart,” you breathed, fingers threading through his hair.

The lustful look he shot you as he pulled back with a string of salvia connecting the two of you was captivating. No one else could get away with such an implication and yet when you said those words it made him even harder. You could feel his cock growing against your thigh as you wrapped your legs around him.

“Such a naughty girl,” he chided, moving to take off his coat.

Your hand reached out to grip his arm, “No, keep it on.” There was just something about him fucking you in this attire that made your cunt burn brighter with excitement.

At your command he kept the lab coat on with a laugh that rumbled from his chest. Instead his hands went to unbuckle his pants, letting himself free. No matter how many times you laid eyes on his heavy cock you’d always be amazed.

As he lined himself up with your entrance you placed your feet back in the stirrups, wanting to be as open for him as possible. You could only imagine how defiled your pussy looked as he pushed his way inside. The stretch and feel of him nearly sent you to the edge immediately, still reeling from your previous orgasm denial. Your hands tightened their hold on his shoulders, trying to keep yourself grounded as he started thrusting. Feeling every inch of him glide in and out of your wet cunt made your eyes roll back.

His hands rubbed your hips, digging into the soft skin as he went deeper. It felt like your entire body was alive with electricity. When his tip hit right into that blissful spot your back arched as you reached for him, pulling him down onto you.

“Fucking amazing, thank you,” you half-whined, mouth latching on his neck. The thought of him being marked up by you, clear as day to everyone in the center, made you tighten around him.

The moan he let out as you bit down was breathtaking. Never before would you have thought such a monstrous man could be so vulnerable. Your fingers desperately undid the buttons of his vest, nails scraping down his chest. The noises he let out at the pain and the way his thrusts increased in speed was invigorating. You’d never been so ravenous before. You needed every single part of him to be one with you.

Victor pulled back slightly to stare down at you with that predatory gaze, “Careful, sweetheart, keep this up and you’ll be pregnant forever.”

A grin overtook your entire face, briefly faltering as a moan escaped you. The fullness in your lower body was exhilarating. Being stuffed full of Victor’s cum for the rest of your life sounded like paradise. And walking around with constant proof that you belonged to him was the cherry on top.

“You say that like it’s such a bad thing.” Your hand caressed the side of his face, skin softly cracking beneath your touch. “I want to be completely yours, Victor. I want all of the pain and pleasure you can possibly give me.”

He stilled inside you for the briefest moment, soaking up your words before diving in to greedily kiss you. Somehow his pounding was even rougher than before, hands searching your entire body for anything to grab. It was like he was trying to eat you alive and you’d gladly let him.

“You are mine, never again will another lie their filthy hands on you,” he practically sneered against your lips, disgusted by the mere thought of you not being his.

You felt yourself growing closer to release, rising for ages until reaching that perfect peak. Everything disappeared around you as your sole focus became Victor. The way he so easily moved in and out of you with such strength, yet still making sure not to shatter you to pieces. Your lower muscles tightened in an attempt to force him to stay inside, needing to be permanently full of him. The growl that ripped through him as Victor finally came should’ve been terrifying, but feeling his warmth flow through you made it sound like music to your ears.

Sounds of heavy breathing filled the room as both of you came down from your highs. Victor slowly pulling out had you whining at the empty feeling. You felt yourself melt into the bed, feeling like you’d been utterly drained. The sound of him buckling his pants was the only thing you could focus on, mind still in shambles.

Victor grabbed some tissues from the nearby counter, gently wiping down your legs. You enjoyed the brief silence, using it to reorganize your thoughts. Craning your neck you peered down at his large stature between your thighs. He could be so formidable but in times like this he seemed so… human. You sometimes wondered if he would be more offended at being considered a monster or human. Though, in your mind he was almost neither. He is simply Victor Gideon.

Removing your legs from the stirrups and sitting up you looked at Victor through your eyelashes. He often looked like he was studying you, trying to understand everything about you through observation alone.

“I wish I could study you the way you do with me,” you mused, arms looping around his neck.

The corner of his mouth lifted just a bit. “And why can’t you?”

Hands cupping his face you rubbed at his skin with your thumbs, gently trailing the scar beneath his lips. The lengths he went just for what he believed to be humanity’s saving grace was admirable.

“Because we both know what we have isn’t equal,” you admitted without any disappointment, already coming to terms with the taboo relationship.

His hands reached under your thighs to pick you up, pulling you against him before turning around to sit. You watched as he laid back, relaxing his arms by his sides. He even lifted his neck, exposing that expansive throat of his as he looked up at you.

“Then let us be.”

As the words clicked inside your head something spread throughout you, a mixture of relief and freedom. You pushed away his vest and coat, showing more of that scarred chest. Just like he’d done with you, you caressed the skin of his soft stomach. The way it gently gave in when you pushed, though you could still feel the muscles beneath. You moved upwards, fingers pressing into him to feel along his ribs while listening to the inhale of his breath. Hands veered towards his sternum, gliding along until you reached his collarbones. The vulnerability of such a display was appeasing.

“You really want to give yourself to me, wouldn’t that make you feel weak?” You asked sincerely, truly wanting to know how he felt about actually belonging to you.

There was no teasing in his expression as he held your eyes. “I already have and it couldn’t be farther from it.” He held your hips, squeezing in reassurance. “You are my greatest achievement.”

Your breathing halted momentarily, a chill running through you. To many they may have taken his words with a pause, confused on whether that was a good or bad thing. But to you, you understood that to be the highest compliment coming from Victor Gideon. His work was always a priority and to know he succeeded with you was revitalizing.