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"Right this way, 5X2. The doctor is running a bit behind, but if you'll just go into this examination room, they'll be with you shortly. Please have your host change into this medical gown... if you're able."

"Yes, thank you." The door clicked shut behind the receptionist as 5X2 looked around the small examination room. It looked like any other doctor's office, but they couldn't help but notice that the examination chair had formidable looking restraints on it. They supposed it was to be expected for a doctor who specialized in disorders of host control.

The far too lucid human noticed too, and all of its muscles tensed as it signaled to every corner of its body to escape, escape, escape. 5X2 had no choice but to inject yet another low dose of paralytics into its bloodstream, just to make sure it couldn't actually act on that misguided impulse. 

The paralytics kept the human from moving, but also meant that 5X2 had to do much more manual work puppeting its body, and they were so, so tired. With their host's clumsy fingers, they pulled off their shoes, shirt, and pants, and slipped on the flimsy medical gown. The human was expressing distress at having their physical form exposed, of all the ridiculous things. Sometimes 5X2 wished that its constant fears at least made sense. Instead, it was scared of the doctor, of being nude, even of the everyday, ordinary sight of other human hosts with their passengers atop their heads, tentacles nestled neatly in their ears and euphoric expressions on their faces.

I'm trying to help you, 5X2 conveyed through their psychic connection for what seemed like the billionth time this cycle.

All they got back in return was terror, anger, and the intense desire to go home.

We can go home after the appointment, 5X2 reminded it, beaming soothing images of their quarters, the cheery artificial sun lamp, their collection of exotic plants, their vibrant fiber arts, the beautiful view of stars from out of their window. Their host had always been calmed by these things in better days, but it wasn't working now. It didn't make any sense to 5X2 -- if it wanted to go home so badly, why didn't it respond to sensory landscapes of home? 

Surely it wasn't lucid enough to desire its human habitat...? The human habitat was a death world compared to the safety and comfort of the space station.

There was a knock on the door, and the doctor walked into the room. They carried an air of authority about them, perched on top of a petite human who moved with unusual grace. "Hello, 5X2," said the doctor in a kindly voice. "I understand you're here because you're having difficulty in controlling your human host. Is that correct?"

5X2 looked anywhere but at the doctor, pretending to be very interested in a cabinet full of jars of multi-colored fluids. "Ah, yes, that's correct."

"There's no need to be ashamed. There's a lot of unfair stigma attached to host difficulties, but I assure you that it's a far more common problem than you think. There's no judgement here. Please, tell me about what you've been experiencing."

"My human host is almost completely lucid for most of the cycle," 5X2 confessed, trying to suppress their waves of shame and sadness. "I can't keep it fully entranced, I can't soothe it, I can't even put it to sleep. It's constantly scared and stressed and won't stop filling its body with adrenaline."

"I see."

"I have to spend so much of my energy just keeping it from fully waking, and it's affecting my work and my social life. I can't even relax on my days off, because every time I let my guard down, it decides it's a good time to fight me," they said. "I love my host, but I'm at my limit. I can't go on like this. It's sick all of the time from stress hormones, and I'm constantly fatigued. If there's anything you can do, anything at all that would help..."

The doctor's host nodded sagely. "There's a number of common conditions that could cause symptoms like you're describing. If you don't mind, I'd like to take a blood sample from your host so we can run some lab tests while conducting the examination."

"Of course," said 5X2, holding out their host's arm while the doctor prepared a needle for the blood draw. As the needle grazed the host's skin, the human managed to wrest enough control to jerk backwards, irrationally panicked at the sight of the needle. "I'm so sorry. It's been especially determined to fight me on everything today."

"It's nothing to worry about. I see it all the time. Hosts can be smarter than we give them credit for -- it's probably realized that the doctor's appointment is for putting it back under."

"But why does it fight that? That doesn't make any sense -- doesn't it want to be calm and happy? Why would it want to be stressed and miserable?"

"Oh, it's not that it wants to be stressed and miserable. It's just the natural state of hosts that aren't fully entranced. It's not its fault that it's acting this way -- it just doesn't know any better," said the doctor. "To make the examination easier, it might be best if we strapped your host into the chair, if you don't mind the restricted mobility."

"Not at all. It'd be a relief to not have to suppress their impulses," said 5X2. Their human predictably howled with displeasure, scraping and clawing for any bit of control over its limbs as 5X2 fought its body into the chair and tried to hold it still as the doctor restrained it. It was even managing to resist the paralytics, utterly desperate to escape.

If this doctor couldn't help them, 5X2 was going to lose their mind.

With the host's body securely restrained, the doctor was finally able to take a blood sample. The human's consciousness was thrashing like a wounded dust-moth, but with their body secured, 5X2 could devote their whole efforts to dampening their mental distress.

"If you'll excuse me a moment, I'll bring this to the lab. We should get results in around ten deciclicks."

5X2 tried to relax in the chair as the doctor left the room, but of course their exhausting host was having none of it.

Why are you fighting so hard? they asked.

The answer was always the same.

I want to go home. I don't want to be a host. I don't want to be hypnotized again. Please let me go.

Incoherent nonsense. The poor, confused thing.

"All right, that's taken care of," said the doctor, entering the room and perching on a nearby stool. "Now, may I ask you some questions? How long have you been noticing these symptoms?"

"About a quarter star turn."

"I see. And have you previously sought help for them?"

"...No. I really should have, before it got to this point, but I was ashamed. I thought it was temporary, and that I could fix my host myself."

"At least you're here now. You're doing the right thing," said the doctor encouragingly. "How often does the human sleep?"

"Only once every few cycles, and for only a few clicks at a time. I can't keep it to anything resembling a schedule, either, and it doesn't seem to respond to sedation at all. The only mercy is that it often sleeps while I'm at work."

"And how do you normally soothe it?"

"I think I've tried just about everything. Before this all started, it was so easy -- a quick wash of sedative and neurotoxin, some soothing hallucinations, a little gentle urging of slumber, and it was out in a milliclick. It would normally sleep for half the cycle. But now, nothing works. Not toxins, not hallucinations, not psychic compulsions. It doesn't matter what I do, I simply cannot put it to sleep.  The only reason it sleeps at all is because its own consciousness turns itself off when it becomes too exhausted."

"You say it was easily controlled before?"

"Very much so. It took very well to deep trance, especially if I was listening to music. It enjoyed art and scenery and was calm as can be. I never imagined it was capable of so much anxiety."

"How close is its consciousness to the surface?"

"...Very. It's listening to everything we're saying. It might even be able to understand us. Well, as much as any host is capable of understanding."

"Has it ever become fully awake?"

5X2 hesitated.

"Please, don't be ashamed. I'm here to help you, but I need you to answer my questions honestly. Has it ever become fully awake?"

"...A handful of times," 5X2 admitted. "It didn't get very far before I was able to paralyze it and return it to my control, but... it was so terrifying, to feel my host wake, to take full control from me and do what it wished with its body."

"That's a very traumatic experience," said the doctor sympathetically. "Once we have the main issue sorted out, I recommend a visit to memory alteration to remove the unnecessary fear generation."

"Won't they judge me for losing control of my human?"

The doctor seemed lightly amused. "5X2, it's the memory alteration department. Don't you think they've seen far worse than that?"

"You're right, just a silly insecurity on my part," said 5X2, mirroring the doctor's amusement.

"Let me perform some quick examinations on your host's body while we have you here," said the doctor. "Your host is partially lucid and fearful right now, correct?"

"Extremely so," said 5X2, feeling the horrible squirm in their host's gut at the mention of the doctor examining it.

The doctor waved a small light in front of the human's eyes. "Pupils are very dilated. It's focusing clearly on my light, indicating a high degree of responsiveness. Dark circles indicate a dangerous lack of sleep, and the skin seems unusually flaky and dry. This all matches the symptoms you've described."

They moved around to 5X2's side, using the light to peer into its host's ear. "Everything looks healthy and normal here," they said, giving a slight tug to 5X2's left connector tentacle. "Connection seems firm. I assume it's enmeshed with the correct portions of the brain? You have at least six tendrils on each side of the frontal lobe, three in the parietal, and two in the occipital?"

"Of course, doctor."

"I know it sounds obvious, but I have to ask. Believe it or not, I've had more than one patient that neglected to enmesh the frontal lobe entirely. You can imagine what kind of a state their poor host was in."

"I'm amazed that anyone in this age is so ignorant. That sounds like torture for them."

"You're not wrong," said the doctor, clicking off their light. "From the outside, there doesn't seem to be any issues, but if we can't resolve the problem, we may need to do some scans to check that all of your tendrils are properly connected. It's uncommon, but there are certain disorders that prevent proper cohesion of tendril to host brain."

"I'll subject myself to any tests if it will help."

"I know how intensely uncomfortable it must be to have your host so wakeful, for both you and it," said the doctor. "I'm certain we can help you. It's extremely rare for this sort of problem to be beyond the reach of modern medicine."

A knock at the door, and the receptionist entered the room. "I have the results from the lab for you," they said, slipping out again quickly.

The doctor's host took the readout and looked it over, as 5X2 waited in anticipation and 5X2's host trembled in terror. Finally, there was a wave of satisfaction from the doctor. "I have good news for you, 5X2. The lab results may have given us an important clue to your problem."

"Truly? What is it?"

"You see here..." The doctor placed the readout in front of 5X2. It was full of miniature graphs and jargon that they didn't have a hope of understanding. "Most of the toxin levels in the human's blood were highly elevated -- no doubt due to your efforts to keep it under control -- but one in particular was abnormally low, almost undetectable."

"And that is?"

"In basic terms, it's a powerful hypnotic, the primary toxin used to keep the human mind asleep and docile. Without this important chemical, your host's mind is far more alert than it should ever be. That makes it less receptive to all of your efforts to soothe it, allows stress and fear hormones to build up in its delicate brain, and causes it to resist being put to sleep."

"And that's what's missing?" said 5X2, feeling waves of relief at having an answer.

"It would seem so. The absence of this hypnotic would make it next to impossible to keep a healthy human under trance. It's no wonder your efforts to sedate and entrance your host were fruitless. I'm honestly impressed you were able to walk into my office."

"Is there a cure?"

"There are a few different conditions that can cause this. To start with, I'm going to give you a prescription for a course of medication that should help promote the natural release of this chemical from your toxin glands. It has a few minor potential side effects, which the informational packet will describe."

"No side effects can possibly be worse than what I'm going through now. How long will that take to have an effect?"

"It should be at full strength in eight to ten cycles. We can see how you're responding, then, and I can advise you on a further course of treatment."

5X2 steadied themself. Eight to ten cycles. They could endure eight to ten more cycles.

"But in the meantime, we can simply inject your host with a big, healthy dose of the chemical cocktail it's been missing."

5X2's elation was almost drowned out by its host's panic and despair. "You can do that? You can do that right now?"

"Certainly," said the doctor, pulling a jar of translucent blue liquid from a shelf. "Let me prepare the injection. It's all natural and safe for both of you. I'm sure you're both eager to get some reprieve from fighting each other."

"And I'll be able to put my host to sleep? To keep it under trance?"

"With this extra strength, time release formula, it should be well out of it for the next few cycles, exceedingly simple to control. You can both finally get the rest you need."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, you don't know how much of a relief that is."

No! No, no, no! the human was screaming through their connection. Don't let them inject me with that! Let me go! I want to go home! I need to wake up -- I need to --

"I need to wake up!" 

5X2 felt their consciousness suddenly cut off from their host's body as the human woke. It pulled at the restraints, trying to get its hand free.

"Please let me go! Don't do this!" the human yelled, as the doctor looked on with curiosity.

"Oh, you're awake? Now, now, we're only trying to help you," said the doctor. "Aren't you tired of fighting? Aren't you scared and hurting?"

"I'm scared and hurting because of what you're doing to me! This isn't right! Humans aren't meant to live like this -- you've taken my entire life from me!" Tears streamed down its face. "You're a doctor -- if you have any compassion at all, please listen to me! We don't want to be hypnotized and turned into puppets. We don't want to spend our whole lives sleeping and hallucinating and floating along in a mindless trance. We want to be free!"

The doctor patted its head. "I know this must all seem so scary to you, but it's only because of a chemical imbalance. That's why your passenger brought you here to the doctor, to help you. Your passenger loves you very much and only wants the best for you. Do you understand?"

"No, I don't want this. This is wrong -- please listen!"

"You're going to feel so much better in just a few minutes. I promise. Just trust me," said the doctor, their host easily pinning down 5X2's host's restrained arm and administering the injection. 

"No, please!" 5X2's host struggled uselessly against the tight restraints, its panic reaching a fever pitch, as 5X2 sat in their own mind and watched. "Please! Please listen! Let me go! Let me... go..."

The human host's body relaxed, sagging against the restraints as its control over itself suddenly diminished. 5X2 could feel a lovely sense of peace wash over their host, a sensation they hadn't felt in a quarter star turn. 

5X2, eager to take back its host, sent deep, hypnotic compulsions to fog its host's mind, to sink it into a pleasant daze, to pull it back under their control, and they were delighted when the host responded swiftly and easily. All of that fight, that fear, that anger began to evaporate like mist as 5X2 gently soothed its host into a trance.

You want to be a good host, 5X2 coaxed. You want to stop resisting. You want to weaken your feeble mental defenses and let me in.

I want to... Their host's thoughts were faltering and slow, easy to manipulate, just as they should be. I want to be a good host... want to let you in... want to drop my defenses... stop resisting...

Yes, that's right. Lower those defenses. You're safe, completely safe. You can relax now.

There was only a slight hesitation before the response. Safe... relax...

 5X2 felt the human's resistance melt away, leaving its mind like soft clay in their grasp.

Finally.

5X2 rewarded their host's compliance with a pleasant vision of the ship's recreation district, filled with laughter and games and live music, one that their host used to be fond of before it became impossibly defiant. Their host latched onto the familiar, mollifying hallucination right away, like a young one with its comfort-toy.

Fun... pretty...

Yes, it is fun and pretty, said 5X2. You deserve it, because you're being very good right now. Aren't you glad I took you to the doctor?

Feels... hazy...

And isn't that good?

Mmhmm... good... so good... thank you...

"How is it feeling now?" asked the doctor. "Any better?"

"Oh, yes, that was absolutely brilliant," said 5X2. "It's completely docile and enjoying its favorite hallucination right now. I can't thank you enough."

"Excellent. I'm just glad that worked. I'll make an appointment for you ten cycles from now, and give you the prescriptions for the medication I recommend, along with a course of injectables to keep your host nice and compliant. It shouldn't give you any more trouble."

"That sounds perfect."

"I recommend putting your host to sleep for the next cycle. It must be so fatigued after all of that pointless struggle, and a prolonged period of rest will help it to reacclimate to your control."

"I don't think I need to worry about the last part," said 5X2 gleefully. "It seems so relieved to be back under. But I agree that it needs sleep. Maybe I can get some sleep too."

5X2's host was already flooded with the injected sedative, so they sent a simple but strong compulsion to lull it asleep. Its exhausted mind responded right away, filling it with a deep, irresistible drowsiness, its remaining thoughts dulling and fading as it drifted away peacefully. The cheerful hallucination of the recreational zone would give it pleasant dreams. 5X2 couldn't remember the last time their host had been so quiet, not a hint of stress or nightmares.

It was so charming to feel their delightful host curling up comfortably in its own mind and going to sleep. It reminded 5X2 of how much they loved their host, before everything had gone wrong.

"It worked," said 5X2 in awe.

"Asleep already? I thought so. It was so worn out."

"Thank you again, doctor, for all of your help. My host wanted to thank you, too, before it fell asleep. I can tell that it already feels so much happier."

"It's my pleasure." The doctor released 5X2's host from the chair. 

5X2 stood up, shedding the medical gown and putting the host's clothes back on its body. Control was simple and seamless now, the host's body moving exactly in accordance with 5X2's wishes. They could hardly believe what a difference a little chemical persuasion made. With their newfound freedom, a part of them wanted to go out and indulge in all of the fine pleasures they had missed out on for so long -- but really, they knew it would be far more prudent to go home and sleep.

They'd do that after they picked up those prescriptions, of course. They weren't going to let a simple chemical imbalance ruin their life any more.

Masterlist

It's always the weirdest things you need to get out of your system, right? I don't know where this came from, but I'm tempted to write more about this alien parasite society. Like how they acquire humans, and how other pairs are doing...

He wasn’t there, but he would be. Five minutes, probably. He was never not in the lab. But each second felt like a minute as they ticked by and that tightening turned to a fluttering, making you shiver and shake. 

It was a drink—had to be. You’d had a handful of different ones down in the Undercity. Snuck out to go to a party with your friends, dressed in a tight corset, torn fabric as a skirt, thigh-high boots you weren’t able to kick off while waiting. You’d wanted to have fun—the fruity shots and flowery drinks served there secured that. 

“(Y/N)?” The door finally opened, and Viktor stopped as soon as he saw you, leaning his weight on his cane. He had a stack of files in his arm. “Are you…alright?”

“Don’t, um.” You ran your hands over your face, skin on fire as it licked down your neck, your spine, swirling around in your stomach. “I had a few drinks, and I feel a bit weird.”

“Ah.” Viktor kicked the door shut and sat the files down, coming around to stand in front of you. His hands came up and tipped your chin up, cupping your jaw and making you look at him. His skin was a lot warmer and rougher than you remembered. “What did you drink?”

“Don’t know.” You squirmed as his hands went down your neck, fingers digging lightly into the skin as he turned your head. “Fruity stuff. Tasted really good. The shots were the best. Tasted like liquid fruit tart.”

The corners of Viktor’s mouth twitched, and he cocked his head to the side, dropping his hands and sliding them into his pockets.

“Fruit tart?” He gave you a wry look. “How many of those shots did you have?”

“Mm, four.” You smiled and fell back, throwing your arms out to hang off the chair. The cool, smooth material underneath you felt nice as you pressed yourself against it. Your feet kicked as they hung off the end. “They were really good. But they said they were non-alcoholic so I don’t think—”

“(Y/N),” Viktor said softly, tapping your bare leg. The skin contact shot up your legs and pushed a sigh out of you, teeth digging into your bottom lip. “Those are shots typically given to workers and guests at the brothels. To help them perform and heighten the…enjoyment.” 

“W-What?” You tried to open your eyes, but Viktor’s finger was still on your thigh, and that twisting feeling worsened. 

“The dosage for one session is half a shot.” That got you to open your eyes to find Viktor’s pitying look. “Although I imagine that is give or take considering how potent the dosages are.”

“I…then…How do I…um.” You could barely hold your head up—you’d had the fourth shot right before you left and the effects were only worsening. The world around you was getting all warm and fuzzy, writing away the shiver-inducing air conditioning and the jumbled nerves threatening to bubble through. 

“Subside the effects?”

“Yeah, that.”

“I imagine waiting would eventually prove to allow the feelings to pass.”

“That’s it?” It came out as a whimper; a throat-tightening plea. “I…Vik, I don’t know if I can last. It almost hurts.”

“Well, the typical…treatment…is simply satisfying the desires created by the concoction.” He gave you a pointed look. “It is not exactly known to stick around after that satisfaction is…complete.” 

You closed your eyes and ran your hands over your face. The fog over your brain was traveling over your body, and you arched your back, pressed your knees together as it swirled. Trying anything to subside the feeling as your hands fell and you hugged yourself. The thought of getting off Viktor’s table, crawling back to your room, trying to take care of it yourself sounded awful. 

Just lowering your hands sounded awful. Any movement. Any thinking. You just wanted it to subside. Each passing second you inched closer and closer to combusting. 

“Viktor, help.” It came out as a whine and your thighs shook as you crossed your legs. “Please.”

“(Y/N)—”

“Please.” You reached behind you and grabbed onto the top of the chair, legs opening and body already missing the pressure of having them together. “Please, I don’t care what you do, just help.” 

“I…” He cocked a brow and looked over you. “I suppose I can offer my expertise should you really like it.”

You nodded frantically, humming and mumbling yes, please. Your eyes closed as Viktor grabbed his cane and disappeared. Those seconds were back to minutes and that minute felt like a damn hour before Viktor was guiding your hands down to the leather wrist straps attached to the table. You gasped as they lightly pinched your skin—again when there was some clanking at the end of the chair and your legs were lifted into stirrups. 

“The feelings,” Viktor murmured as a stool was rolled up in front of you. “They can sometimes be overwhelming. It is best to keep you bound simply out of worry of falling. I do not wish to see you tumble from such a high chair because of…the feelings.”

“Vik, please,” you pleaded, brain tunneling into where you realized you really needed attention. “Just touch me. Make me feel good.”

“I can do that.” He cleared his throat as he pushed the fabric of your makeshift skirt up. “I must warn that considering your dosage, it might take a lot to make such feelings subside.”

“Is fine. Please. I’ll take whatever you give me.”

You could hear what you were saying—you were heavily aware that it was your friend that you were directing the words towards. But you needed it, needed Viktor. Fucking needed the relief. And you almost sobbed when his fingers swiped over your underwear, barely touching you, but telling you exactly how much those shots had really affected you. 

You had sufficiently soaked your underwear—horribly so. 

That sob turned to a gasp when you felt a cool metal against your skin, heard the cutting of fabric. And as Viktor pulled the threads of your underwear away, you shifted, angled your hips back as much as you could. Basically showing yourself off to him. Silently telling him to just…use you. To make you feel as good as those shots wanted you to feel. 

You heard the gloves next, stretching over his hands before he touched you. Cold at first as he ran his fingers between your folds. You tugged on the bindings the second they touched you, threw your head back and moaned as he pulled the hood back from your clit. Barely touched you there. Barely swiped his finger over your clit. 

“Viktor, I need more.” You bucked your hips and Viktor pressed his hand against your cunt, pressing you back down. 

“Slower the build, the harder you will cum, the faster the tonic will wear off.” He gathered up some of your wetness on his thumb, swiped it over your clit so slowly it was like agony. Your walls clenched around nothing, silently begging to be filled. You’d take anything inside you. Something to stuff and fuck you. 

“Viktor, need to cum, need to. Please.” You dug your nails into your palms, squirmed as much as you could. “Need something inside me.”

Viktor’s fingers skated down to your entrance and he scoffed a little. One finger teased it and your whole body tensed. 

“Perhaps you do. I fear you are feeling a bit empty.” He pressed one finger into you, curled it against the spot that had you seeing so many stars, you were basically in a galaxy. “This suffice?”

His fingers moved in tandem, two languidly gliding over your clit, one inside you brushing your spongy spot until your back was arching. You were already on the edge. He was barely touching you, but you were there. Every little movement felt like heaven as he fucked you, every obscene sound as you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter echoed in the quiet space. 

“Mm, Vik. G-Gonna…fuck.”

“Already?” He laughed a little, the surprise sneaking through. “Perhaps those shots were more potent than I imagined.” 

“Vik,” you moaned, tears welling up as he gave you the slightest more pressure, slightest more movement. 

Your hands tugged on the restraints, legs tensed in the stirrups. Whole body trembled as that twisting feeling came back and everything felt heightened. Like a nice, glittering, midnight filter thrown over your senses as sparks erupted. No other warning before your will suddenly snapped and your walls clenched around Viktor’s finger, a convulsion of pleasure pushing through you until your vision went spotty. 

You choked as your gasp as you came, gushing around Viktor’s finger and trying to grind against his fingers. 

“Wow,” he muttered, still moving his finger as you shook, body covered in a light sheen of sweat. 

It felt fucking phenomenal for those few seconds as your high washed over you. But the expected relaxation—the body soothing bliss that usually came after as you caught your breath—wasn’t there. It lasted for a matter of half a second before you felt the sudden, urgent desire, as Viktor lowered his fingers from your clit, to have them back. The need to keep going was so urgent that you yelped out his name, whining when his finger slid out from you. 

“No, Vik. No, no, no. I need more.” You ground your teeth together. “Please, I need more. I need more. Please.”

“Poor girl,” he whispered and sighed. He ran a hand along the inside of your thigh. “I will take care of you. Promise.”

He was gone and back as your mind remained fogged. There was a soft whirring before you felt one of the best things you’d ever experienced against your clit. It was cold at first, but the intense vibrations had you lifting your hips to meet it. A few curses left you as he wiggled it, immediately satiating that carnal desire for more. And when you felt something thick and cold press against your entrance, you heard yourself begging for it before you even realized he was already pressing it into you. 

It stretched you beautifully. Filled you exactly how you wanted. And those obscene sounds were back as Viktor moved it in and out of your, not bothering to pick a slow pace as he had with his fingers. 

You didn’t last. It was impossible to. Not when you had the vibrations on your clit and whatever fucking toy Viktor had inside your cunt. And his movements were so precise, so perfect, it was like he’d studied this, not simply anatomy. And you felt yourself tighten around the toy, walls fluttering as your legs tried to close, but the stirrups kept them open. 

But Viktor didn’t stop after you said his name. Not when your back arched again and you came around the toy. He simply lifted the wand for a moment and gave you two seconds of a breather before the toy inside you whirred to life. The feeling was overwhelming, hitting your sweet spot with harsh vibrations as he fucked you with it a little harder, a little faster. Dropped the wand back to your clit and made you cry out as a few tears snuck down your cheeks. 

“I wonder,” he said between your legs, “those shots are known for letting guys cum more than a few times, back to back during sessions. No cool-down time required. No breather.” 

Your thighs shook, hips lifted. Your third orgasm was already there. Curling around you as the toys practically abused the potent desperation and desire that they touched with every vibration. And you could barely catch your breath as Viktor kept the toys in you, against you. No pause as he turned the strength up on the toy inside you, making the pleasure spread out over your body as if they’d all fallen asleep, prickling your nerves. 

“I believe the effect is the same for any user, yes?”

Four. The number was seared into your brain as the toy squelched in and out of you. As your clit ached and throbbed. As your whole body tensed and your hips twitched and your mind twisted. You snapped as easily as a dead twig, crying out as you came again. Your wetness dripped down onto the table. Over another hole you inexplicably wanted attention at. 

Four times and as Viktor turned the toys off, moved them away from you, you still felt unsatisfied. Like the wall of need had barely been chipped away at. And you yanked on the leather straps as Viktor moved away. 

“No, no. Vik, need more.” You huffed it out, a small wave of embarrassment hitting you as the wheels of the chair halted. 

“Four times and you need more?” There was laughter behind his words and Viktor rolled back towards you. “Well, you did have eight helpings. Makes sense, I suppose.” 

“Please, Vik.” 

“Worry not,” he cooed. “I said I would take care of you, did I not?”

It was two more times with the toys, the vibrator pressed into you as his fingers dared lower. Pressed into your ass and giving you the desired burning and stretching your body needed. There was a bit of surprise in his voice when you took him so easily there, when you begged him to give you more. 

After the sixth time, he put the toy there. Hummed as you took it with ease, swallowing every inch of the vibrating silicone. But when you whined that your cunt felt empty, you heard Viktor ask a question that had you saying yes before he even finished it. 

His cock pressed into you as easily as the toy in your ass. Felt so warm and thick and good that you nearly came at that. He wiggled the wand over your clit, not moving his hips, aiming to do exactly that—make you cum first without fucking you. And with the overwhelming sensation of being full and having your clit toyed with, you did just as he wanted. 

You squeezed his cock, hips trying to move to take what he wasn’t giving you. Fucking yourself on the inch you could move in your postion, cumming over his cock as he reached down and held the toy in your ass. It was only after you licked your lips, tasting the salt of your sweat, eyes cracking open to see Viktor cocking a brow down at you, that he finally moved his hips. 

“Let us see if eight times the charm, hm?”

For a lanky man, he could really snap his hips against you. Had no restraint when fucking you. Closed his eyes as the sounds of the whirring mixed with skin slapping skin. The wand trembled in his grasp as he pressed it to your clit, each thrust jostling your body. And he felt so fucking good—you couldn’t get a coherent thought in your head. Not a fucking one. Your eyes closed, rolled to the back of your head; a hazy, potent pleasure swirled over your body until you felt the build to cum return. 

It was slower than before, but it still came hard. Would’ve knocked you off your feet if you‘d been standing. Rocked through you so violently that it felt like lightning traveling over your nerves, fanning out over you as your brows pinched and mouth gaped open. Viktor grunted, hips losing rhythm, but he wiggled the wand over your clit as you came, the pleasure turning near painful as it curled and spun. 

You choked out Viktor’s name as he kept the toy against you—the pleasure and pain mixture staying. But he didn’t move it until he moved, a blush traveling over his cheeks as he pulled out, throwing the toy aside and fucked his fist. You watched with blurry vision as he grabbed onto one stirrup to support himself, and you felt hot spurts against your cunt. 

Viktor’s head lolled back, eyes sharp as he peered down between your legs first and then to your face. 

“Need more?” He pulled the toy out of your ass and sat it aside. Swiped his thumb over your puffy clit, smiling when your hips jerked and a whimper left you. “Or has it subsided?”

He kept rubbing your clit and you were torn between trying to pull away or push yourself towards him. It felt so good and the notion that it wasn’t just your wetness there was only adding to the sensation. But your clit was so sore and every swipe was in equal measure painful as it was pleasurable. 

Yet when Viktor rubbed it a little faster and spread your folds, dragging his other fingers down to your cunt, a satisfied sigh pushed from him as he pushed them in, you found yourself asking for more. Enough of that desire remained, the liquids from the shots coursing through you made you ache for one more. And Viktor gave it to you, making you groan through your teeth and tug on the bindings until they dug into your wrists. 

“Good girl,” he murmured when you came again, pulling his fingers out. “How are you feeling now?” 

“B-Better, lot better.” Your words slurred and your whole body felt sticky. “Fuck.”

“Mm, yes. I share the same sentiment.” Viktor already had his pants back up when he sat down and pulled his gloves off, tossing them into the trash and grabbing his cane. “Rest. I will fetch something to clean you up.” 

Viktor gave you a sly glance as he stood, undoing one wrist strap first then reaching across you to do another. 

“Nine,” he murmured, eyes trailing over your body as your corset restricted your breathing. He glanced back over his shoulder as he walked towards a closet or maybe a bathroom—you couldn’t recall as the fog only just started to dissipate. “Impressive, even with so many shots. Should you ever require my assistance again, do not hesitate to ask. I am more than happy to oblige.”

The door clicked shut behind him and you barely lifted your hands enough to wipe them over your face. The first thought you had was a shameful one as you felt the wetness drip down between your legs. 

Wondered what Viktor would be like after taking those shots.

And as he came back out with wash clothes—one wet, one dry and sat between your legs—your next one was an overwhelming desire to see it. 

The second you had the chance, you were going to ask him.