♱TEN

earlier, your clothes were all skillfully stripped by the detective, in contrary to him whose clothes are still on, white straight slacks just unzipped to let his throbbing dick spring out. even though you're the one who's sweating like hell already, as if all the stickiness in the world clung onto your body, you could only feel bad for the other party. "hey, being fully clothed isn't gonna do you any good." you suggest and ponder if he's gonna pick up what you're trying to say. 

"alright, unbutton my clothes then." it was surprisingly easy to convince him to remove his garb too and he decides to flip you over, making you face him now as you're still leaning on the ligneous desk table. your eyes only widen in exchange, "remove my clothes." his gaze narrows into your eyes and upon locking a lustened glance with his aquamarine hues, you feel as if you were invited to a trance you've never been to before. "hello? are you still there?"

his light yet raspy voice snaps you out of your thoughts. his tone sounded like if it was meant to mock you but you inched forward to his body nonetheless. sitting up straight from the table as he stands across from you, you reach your hands forward and took your time to unbutton his top. "so? name?" you query to the grizzle haired. "mysta." surprisingly short of an answer, his thick lashes batting at the sight of you helping him remove his button down. upon stripping himself free of his uniform, you saw his torso glistening with sweat from the dim lightings of the surroundings.

you were admiring his chiseled build and the broad plane of his chest when suddenly, he pushes you on the tabletop once again and shoves his dick back in. "—and that's all you're ever gonna get." he adds to his last response, meanwhile more squelching noises continue to reverberate inside the secluded vicinity. with faint vision from how mysta has been doing you, beads of his sweat from the forehead roll down on doplets, landing on your bare skin. even if it was such a blurry view, you could admire how his sharp features were accentuated from his dampened hair, dangling in directions along with his actions.

SONNY — "take care of me, yeah?" the blond poorly says, his voice was melodically soft yet sounding very fatigued at the same time. a small pack of ice rests on top of his forehead, his eyes closely shut to take a well deserved rest. you intertwine your hand with his as you mumbled with a low, "of course." he beams you a small smile in return, appreciative of the sweet gesture.

you turn away from the sick officer to grab something from your back, when all of a sudden he parts his lips open again. "but . . i kinda miss us having sex." whipping your head back to the direction where sonny was laying, you peered into his soul tht he could feel the pressure of your strong glare of daggers. "i-i'm sorry! i shouldn't have said that." the male stammers and purses his lips into a thin line in response, while you seated there, shocked.

but perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to let him have it in his way right? you thought to yourself until you finally had the resolve to do it anyways; proceeding to carefully position yourself on top of him. sonny lets out a gasp as he feels a weight sinking down on his muscular body but his hands immediately find their ways curling on your waist, flashing you a toothy grin right after with a heavy-lidded, alluring gaze. his azure hues ablaze of lust and tiredness pierce into yours, some of the lightest streaks of his hair framing his pretty face shape.

sonny looked like someone in dire need of help, and that was what you're doing. you slowly stroke his erection underneath the fluffy sheets encompassing his lanky figure, earning ragged breathings from the blond beneath your touch. "s. . slowly." you look back at him to see him sweating rivulets of liquids already from his forehead. you nod and slowed your pace of heating the moment up in your own ways such as grinding your lower region against his crotch, palming through his thin white shirt in search of his sensitive hard nipples. slowly creeping up to his face, you plant an open mouthed kiss right on the mole of his neck, to which the male couldn't resist but bite down on yours as well.

"sonny!" you whimper once you feel your skin bare naked by sonny's swift movements, capable of stripping you even though he was at a bad shape. "i'm gonna . . put it in now . ." he slowly utters with heavy breathing and when he finally thrusts it in your hole, you squirm feeling your walls mold around his shape and girth. he bucks his hips upwards to ram into your walls and pull out the next second, to which his slit was creaming already with his juices making lewd noises. the sounds of skin slapping and viscous liquids being shoved back into your hole repetitively echo inside his room, you were unable to stifle your moans.

as you rest your head on his neck, you could feel his body's boiling temperature and forgot for a quick moment. "wait, sonny. let me do it for you, you're sick, remember?" you sit up straight once you straddle his thighs, rubbing his tip againsy your fluttering entrance. he hums in approval and you could swear you were starting to sweat too. atleast not as much as the male under you, but still, the moment you put it in was the moment the two of you bathed in sticky sweat altogether having sex in spite sonny's sickness.

ALBAN — he lifts your leg up with his dominant hand, the free one wrapped around your neck like a pretty choker adorning the body part. his feline like eyes tainted of two colors flicker to your body, fangs beaming as he hisses on you. "you know why i'm doing this, right? i'm doing this to get answers."

you chortle at the thief in front who's doing all kinds of stuff to pleasure you, concealing his true intentions with sham excuses such as the latter. "yeah, the answer is inside me so hurry up and go." with a conceited smug grin, he finally shoves himself, a heavy breath heaved once he feels you clamp around his dick like it was its first meal.

"fuck, hurry up and spill it!" the male was wearig his full gear hence why the discomfort was making his body feel restrained, more sweat forms underneath the layers of protective clothing slowly dripping down on his skin. the constant nervousness of someone about to walk upon you two having an intercourse when he's on his duty irks him a shit ton; but what can he do when he's literally in front of you? "no can do." you respond, purposely getting on his nerves.

alban scoffs in exchange, brows furrowed as he continuously rams into your hole. you attempt to do your best at stifling your mewls of pleasure, but you weren't able to keep it up at all when he's doing everything to milk you dry of crucial information. he curses mentally at himself, why did his enemy have to be so sexually appealing he couldn't keep his hands off of you. "god damn it, it's so fucking hot in here." he says, letting go of your leg to wipe the cluster of sweat forming on his skin.

due to the frustration; both in his duties and sexual feelings, he unintentionally thrusts in deeper and faster than ever, stirring the carnal desire searing in your body with his rock hard cock. your moans become ragged in tune, getting cut off everytime he enters you. "oh wow! you're feeling good! now tell me, where is it?" the mocha haired exclaims, his hold on your neck tightening. although this was your first experiencing something like this, if it was alban, you're surely enjoying it.

his moans start to deepen as they bubble from his throat, adam's apple bobbing up and down to try and suppress his noises. "why do you feel so good?" luca states with an aggravated tone, furrows knitting once he picks up the pace of his thrusts. you could see from your peripheral vision that he was anchoring all of his attention to making you feel good, but, you couldn't do that.

you have to keep your eyes darted on the mirror up above and resist the temptation to stick your tongue out and twirl it with luca's, craving for his sweet love juices inside his mouth. "you feel . . so good too . . luca . ." your response was no lower than a whimper, moreso a sentence of pleasure from the way he's dicking you down for the past hour. you could see every detail of luca's naked body from the reflection above your figures, how luca's back muscles flex with every movements.

he was just so big that he can manhandle you everytime he wanted to but no. he preferred to see you flustered and embarrassed having to witness your shameful, abashed reactions as he does his best to make you feel good— to the point whereas your legs which are wrapped around his waist, flinch whenever he rams himself deeper in.

SHU — "come on, i'm sure you can do it." the raven haired says while he sits on the edge of the bed's mattress, waiting for you to lubricate his twitching dick and prod it into your yearning hole. with pursed lips and feigned composure of the situation, you heave a long, deep breath to remain calm— proceeding to sit atop his lap with your hands guiding his cock into your hole as you slowly buck your hips up and down.

a guttural moan slips from shu's lips, the warmth your walls exude was becoming a little too addicting for him to the point where he'd feel like creaming just putting the tip in. "don't ever look away from the mirror. got it?" he pertains to the body length mirror on the wall in front of you. you nod with hesitation befogging your mind, but doing it anyways once you fully bury shu's dick within your soft, sticky walls. your hands wobbly prop on his thighs for support and fortunately shu keeps you still by coiling his hands on your body, slender, soft fingers ending up toying with your already perked nipples.

you could see every action being executed by both of your bodies from the crystalline clear reflection, with every single detail fueling your searing lust even more. shu buries his face in the crook of your neck while you continue to slide back and forth from his hard, long cock. the position itself was already humiliating from having to do everything by yourself— it only became worse when a full sized mirror happens to be placed by the side the same direction shu made you face to.

shu whips his long tongue out and brushes your skin's flesh softly, specifically the sweet sensitive parts of your neck. it catches you off guard, making your tempo abruptly change and then become ragged in rhythm— that shu's dick slipped out of your aching hole. "shu . . i can't hold myself up anymore." it's as if you lost every bit of confidence in yourself, your words came out barely coherent and weak. your partner says nothing but continues to lightly suck at your skin whilst his amethyst eyes fixate on your fazed features.

he continues to twist the very tips of your nipples with no mercy, even to the point where your moans could be heard outside his bedroom, where his other family members are gathered in. you feel somehow agitated at the fact that he's not stopping anytime soon for you to familiarize yourself first in the situation, taking into account the cold shoulder he's been giving you ever since you stopped moving. "i-i'm sorry." shu's eyes squint in suspicion at the mirror while you put up a composed façade once again and continued to thrust your glory hole into his cock.

more moans of sexual pleasure come out when you started to grind your hips just to feel the crown of his dick hitting spots you weren't accustomed to being made in contact with. you keep your eyes opened and look at yourselves from the reflection, when all of a sudden the male clasps his large hands on both of your wrists— making your lean forward on the mirror as he rams his dick in and out with an animalistic speed. your face plants itself on the mirror's surface, the reflection being smeared with sweat and saliva dripping down the object. the corner of shu's lips only spread wider in return, seeing you fucked dumb in front of his bedroom mirror.

IKE — you should've known upon meeting him . . that the kindest men you meet are the wildest on the inside, which you lately realize when he pleasures your genitals with his skillful hands, a long mirror placed underneath your naked body. he makes you spread your legs open while he's right there behind you, flashing you a deceptive innocent smile with crescent shaped jade eyes; when he's literally right there forcing you to look at your undignified expressions.

"you're thrusting your hips in sync with my hand, do you want to climax that bad?" he pokes at you, his words of choice meant to degrade you down to the deepest pits of hell. "no, and i don't want to." you firmly say regardless of the juxtaposition of your words in comparison to your actions. you continue to watch your body flinching from the mirror below, his fingers pressing against your cheeks rather harshly; making you look at your own glistening body. practically bathing in sweat mixed with your own cum and ike's, the pungent scent then fills his vast living room.

it leaves you a light headed, dizzy feeling in your head, wanting this episode to stop already. "poor you." he murmurs, his hot breath ghosting a caress on the shell of your ears, sending shivers down your spine. "can you keep up?" ike's soft spoken voice chimes, while you weakly shake your head followed by an inaudible response. "ike . . i can't anymore." his fingers continue to stroke your genitalia, caressing it with steady movements. he pumps up and down as you let more of your breathy whimpers to be heard by the novelist.

"alright then, your legs must be numb by now. no more sitting down on the mirror." you feel your senses come back to life and heave a sigh in relief. the bi-haired lets you bask on the short moment of victory not until he breaks it quickly. "bend over, now." you bite your lower lip as a late realization dawns upon your mind. it was too early to celebrate, and so you got on all fours, your body positioned accordingly to the mirror. his dominant hand immediately positions your hole to his dick and there he slams himself in. your eyes widen in shock and avert your gaze away below, mewls of pleasure ensue after. "look." ike reminds you with one particular word laced with a demanding tone to it, plus his other hand holding your chin like previously.

SHU - it's always you who's whipped for shu's touch once you peel your eyes open and turn to see his pretty face first thing in the morning. you'd even give him blowjobs to wake him up to start the day, and much to your satisfaction, he rails you just like how you want it too. shu prefers to do it in missionary to see how much your expressions would twist and change depending at the pace he's going. the sessions always end with his cum pooling in your chest, drizzling your skin beautifully.

VOX - prone bone with vox's hard dick as soon as you wake up is a masterpiece of its own, considering how it feels heavenly. you've always acknowledged the fact that vox's cock is always hard as a rod whenever the sun is shining and when you're there on the bed, on his mercy. everytime he dicks you down every morning, it feels as if half of your energy to be spent for the remaining hours are gone already.

LUCA - while eating breakfast, the playful male would sometimes smother you with his food to tease. he licks the syrup off the corner of your lips and one thing leads to another— luca flicking his tongue at the slit of your genital as his muscles flex from the movements. it was a sight to behold you couldn't hold yourself back from being slutted out by his veiny, girthy dick. willingly riding his thighs, toying with his erogenous zones, just so you can rile him up more.

NOCTYX :

ALBAN - morning showers with alban are moments you hold dearly to your heart; an additional reason of why is that quickies in the bathroom feels the absolute best with him. letting the shower waters stream down your naked bodies, he heeds no attention to it nor bothered to turn it off, he is just so focused on making you and himself feel good that any other distractions aren't of importance to him.

FULGUR - he's a risqué man, he would make you lean on the bathroom walls of a restaurant for a breakfast and fuck you on the spot even though the constant worrying of someone knocking on the place constantly creeps in your minds. nonetheless, you still have a good time reveling in the sexual episode. from then on, you start to hope fulgur would take you more often to restaurants every morning, feeling full in the stomach and feeling full in your walls as well.

SONNY - sonny who always wakes up earlier before you in the morning as it was a part of his hard habits— finds himself getting lost in your features and body he'd love to mess with first thing to do when you wake up. sonny would palm through your hard buds and sex to stimulate you in some way, resisting the urge to fuck you right there but miserably ways. you'd be awoken by the feeling of being filled inside your clamping walls to see sonny's soft yet horny side so early.

YUGO - you'd always approach his fatigued figure every morning as he spends restless nights creating different beats, music and songs to his liking. as a way to calm him down and get him to rest, you'll tease him as a first step and get him to have sex with you, doing all of the work while he sits there on his swivel chair, navy blue hues darted on you; panting loudly to try and catch his heavy breaths. after every session, you'd assist him to lay on the bed to reward him with a good morning rest.

UKI - uki and mornings isn't the best combination for purity as uki's libido is at its highest scale once he peels his eyes open groggily. uki will always wake you up with open mouthed kisses and soft, short-lived touches, the sort that you'd always yearn for no matter how many times you experience it. uki usually milks you dry from his long stamina, even though you're there, mewling and whimpering, he's there with a deceptive grin watching you feel esctasy from his body.

your eyes have no idea where to gaze at this point in time. for nearly six hours, you almost memorized each corners and crooks of the room, the lowlevels' faces guarding you and even the pattern of the wind blowing every five minutes. truth to be told, you weren't exactly innocent. it just happened you suddenly feel the urge to mess with the mafia's consigliere, killing him in action from his mission and unfortunately, you were found out.

now here you are, nestled in the mafia's hideout, its boss standing few meters away from your body. the thick atmosphere fills the room, the tension was palpable that you could cut it straight even with a dull blade. "missy, stop trying to pretend like a wounded civilian because i know damn well who you are and who you work for." a strong, masculine voice bounces off the monotone painted walls— you mentally curse at yourself.

"okay then, if there's no use in playing dumb then let me go now or else our mafia will come for your head as well!" voice cracking at the end of your sentence, your eyebrows were furrowed at the man in front of you. you didn't know you could take more of an insult once he laughs off your proclamation, a laughter filled with sarcasm and a mocking tone at that; you grit your teeth as fury courses through your entire body. "what's your position again in your mafia?"

"i'm the second-in-command, you fucker. so you messed up big time if you're holding me captive in your hellhole." once again, a response you got was a chuckle meant to rip your heartstrings, to make you spiral into madness and insanity. but then once he stops laughing his heart out, he sits beside you in the pitch black cushioned sofa, putting an all friendly demeanor all of a sudden. "i'm luca kaneshiro, the boss of this mafia as you can tell." he introduces himself as he locks gazes with your eyes, his pupils dilating at the sight of you suffering from his hands.

another insult rubbed off on your face, dear heavens. if your hands and legs weren't tied up, you would throw the male beside you a punch that he'd remember for decades. the temptation to mess up his pretty face burns bright and so you could only think of one response: you spit on his face and smirk right after.

"get out." the enthusiastic, shit-eating grin he used to have turns upside down, followed by his underdogs' footsteps taking their exit from the room echoes inside the vicinity until the sounds die down, all in unison. for some reason, you're starting to feel more nervous now that you're left with the mafia boss alone.

silently watching his actions from your peripheral vision, you notice how he gathered all your saliva littering his face with his black gloves, the thick juices all now in his fingers. he rises from his seat and faces you instead, crouching down to your level.

"i'm going to let you out of this room— with one condition." he proposes, eyes staring up at you, clouded with mischief. you cock a brow at his sudden suggestion, the timing was too unrealistic. how can he let you go when you just embarrassed the boss right in front of his underdogs? "let me use an aphrodisiac on you."

confusion further inhabits your mind, the coherent, comprehensible thoughts transform into messy ones, perplexion lingering within. you have no idea why he wants that to happen, and if it is because he's been in heat for a long time already; it was no biggie for you, after all you've expedited to many countries already, even luring old men or women to having a nightly pleasure with you. in the end, you succeeded in your mission, successfully erasing them from the face of the world. "and if you do not let me go after this? how can i trust the words of my enemy?"

"we'll end at exactly 3 o'clock in the morning, what time is it now? 12. a queued message is going to be sent at 3 am, revealing the hideout's location to your group if i turn back on my word."

he shows you a high-tech tablet from his blazer jacket's pocket with one hand that is set up all according to his proposal. "only your fingerprint can stop the timer— you're going to do just that once i've let you outside of this room."

you purse your lips into a thin line, hesitation lingers in the back of your mind. you try to reassure yourself, this is nothing compared to your past missions. "deal." the moment you voiced out your response, a squirm slips out once he puts his hand on your jaw, forcing your mouth open while the other hand inserts the saliva-filled fingers inside your cavern. forcibly closing your eyes shut, you could feel how his gloved fingers dance in rhythm with your tongue, shamefulness gushing through your veins. not until then, you feel a foreign sensation inside your mouth and the space you had earlier becomes scarce, it was warm in paradox to the chilling nightly temperature outside.

it was all happening so quick that your heart started to beat twice as faster, your hands urging to break free from the adamantine bindings restraining you to do any movement. going along with the flow, you could get a whiff of the male's scent as a strong perfume of sandalwood and musk wafts into your nostrils. surprisingly, he smelled good. a common experience for you encountering mafia bosses was they were always musty and lives with poor personal hygiene habits. this was the first.

peeling your eyes open, you saw the boss' face a mere hair thin apart from yours, showering you with his sloppy, deep french kisses in which you drown in. you mewl as his tongue explores the depths of your mouth with ease and haste all at the same, gloved hands now exploring your body little by little. your clit starts to throb as it yearns for company, and to your astonishment, he attends to it by stroking the part with gentle virgules and circling motions. you unintentionally moan from the sensation and was caught off guarded once you realized it. it must be the aphrodisiac.

with a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his, it was then broken as the blond seats himself in your right again. a yelp slips out once you feel him pulling you close to his body, making you sit atop his lap. he proceeds to bury his face in the crook of your neck and you unintentionally lean on the broad plane of his chest, it was a somewhat hard surface— you could certainly conclude he works out in the daily from his muscles and his biceps tracing lines from his striped suit jacket.

"for tonight, perhaps you can call me boss as an endearment." you set your mind on not making this harder than it should be, and so you decided to go along with his wishes for now. his lush lips now plant open mouthed kisses on your sensitive sweet spots, flicking his firm tongue on the skin as well as lightly nibbling on it and vice versa. luca starts to strip you as well with his skillful hands, able to get rid of your garments in an instant in spite of the bindings on your arms and legs. he proceeds to cup your mounds gently at first and in response, your breathing becomes ragged in pattern and hitched, heavy in a minute but perfectly fine least of the time.

"were you a womanizer before a mafia boss?" the silly question came out like a comedic joke aimed at the male. a light chuckle was a response you receive, his hot breath tickling your skin. "why? am i too good at this?" he sarcastically asks and you scoff as an answer, but was silenced once he inserts two fingers into your sopping wet folds. "shit!" you look down intuitively and see the pitch black leather of his gloves become drenched from your juices in the heat of the moment. the golden ring adorned by his thumb finger glints from the faint light inside the room— "you didn't even bother removing your gloves . ."

"i'm afraid that if i do that, you're going to submit to me already."

"a cocky bastard of a boss."

"indeed i am, now unzip my pants and stroke my dick as you please." his voice was stern and authority laced his words— so you follow suit to his commands and let his yearning cock to spring free from the restraints of his tightening slacks, it twitches from the slightest touch.

you fiddle with the crown of his dick for a short moment granting you heavy breaths from luca's supple lips. the noises he continually makes sounded too good to be real that you can't get enough of it; in the end, you lubricated your hands with your saliva and tended to his eager dick's needs. stroking it up and down with all your fingers wrapped around because he was that big and long, you notice how his hips buck up and down to get along with your jacking off rhythm.

amusement dawns on you as you exert more effort into pleasuring him, even licking your lips in anticipation wondering how it would feel like for him to be inside you. a short while later and a strong pair of hands stop yours from doing anything anything more— stirring your emotions into confusion. "let me remove the cuffs on your arms and lower limbs."

"you're not afraid that i might escape and kill you here?" you shoot the most important question but luca still does it anyways, breaking the bright silver cuffs with his bare hands. "i'm confident you wouldn't anyways." he flips you around, making you face him, your arms now wrapped around his neck and this time, you could see each detail of his appearance. two golden necklaces adorn his neck, one with a long rectangular shape and one with a huge black pearl at the center of it.

you've got to admit, he has an immaculate taste when it comes to jewelries. again, a mafia boss who knows how to use his luxury well, luca was indeed one of a kind. "don't tell me you're falling for me already." he says as he shifts position to rid himsef off of the thick, hopsack suit from his body, revealing a plain ink black button down underneath, the top portion unbuttoned. "oh for fuck's sake." you cuss, deadpanning at the male in response. "woah, woah, relax! sounds like my missy is yearning for my dick already. don't worry, here comes the airplane! open your pussy wide!" he smirks as his hands grab a hold of your waist and lifts you up, positioning his dick right in your entrance and thrusting it in deeply.

the abrupt intrusion of his cock inside your velvet walls made you moan out loud, to the point that your eyes rolled far back at how he filled you inside from his girth and length alone. "fuck . ." your voice cracks as he does it again, almost jackhammering into your slutty hole but he's the one making you do it all. "oh my god, boss!"

luca picks up the speed as he grows tired of the slow momentum of pacing, the corner of his lips tugging upwards the more you reveal him your pleasured expressions. he watches you bounce on him up and down brazenly with observing amethyst irises, sweat trickling down his forehead from the hot session of fucking just ten minutes in.

more moans of gratification bubble from your throat as well as groans from luca's side too. the pitch black fabric of his clothing becomes even darker from the sweat of your body dripping down on his figure. it was so intense but you couldn't take a break, your walls start to mold around his shape, you can't stop yet— especially when you're catching your release in the heat of the moment.

his dick was rock hard and in heat, almost like a hot rod used for smelting glasswares and it drove you insane. the mafia boss has made you feel so many first times in the midnight already, is he really that full of surprises? "i'm going to cum inside you alright?"

"please do!" the unforeseen submission to him attracted luca a lot more, you tug his heartstrings the right way that a melodic tune was about to play. he paints your clamping walls cloudy white in color, until the second it was pulled out from your fluttering folds. "you know, you can replace my third-in-command. i've heard lots of praises of your credibility, missy."

you rest on his comforting, strong shoulders, laying your head on his body just because. "i can't. i have to go back to work."

"you can. i can just purchase you from your mafia group with a decent amount and they'd willingly give you out." he responds as he rubs your back, while your jaw falls agape in exchange. "besides, your group is a rotting one. in mine, i can make you shine the brightest and use your potential to the fullest. so, what do you say? you can even climb the ranks into the boss as you work hard for it— not everyone gets the chance to do so."

"i'm not very sure yet . ."

as you were about to doze off into a heavy sleep, you feel yourself lifted and that is exactly what happens; luca wraps your legs around his snatched waist, his hands caressing the plush of your bare ass in support to keep you up. "don't tell me!"

his dick enters in you once again, almost as if it's still in full glory, hard as a metal, a sweltering, sticky one at that. you poorly attempt to hide the embarrassing expressions you're showing to luca right now, and he doesn't like it. "open your eyes, look at me, tell me what you want me to do and let your moans out freely."

he commands you as his cock plunges in and out of your slit but you persist. "this is too embarrassing!" you wail out, not wanting the satisfying feeling end anytime soon. the blond clicks his tongue in annoyance, "if you don't, i'm gonna call my underdogs to enter the room and watch us fuck until three in the morning." you widen your eyes in realization, and oblige once again. starting with keeping your eyes open no matter how his dick pushes into your hole with no problem, your instinctive lower lip biting ceases next. more strings of moans and mewls slip out, much to his satisfaction.

"good job missy, now tell me, what do you want me to do?"

you heave a deep breath as you collect your thoughts together, "i want you to do me all day long, kiss me with your eyes closed and drown me with your cum." shortly after, his left hand supports the nape of your neck as he slips his hot tongue in your mouth once again while his right hand lifts you up to help you keep the momentum of your intercourse. "you're different from the others." you state, words muffled from the kisses luca's downpouring you in.

"so what's making you hesitate working for me then?"

you weren't able to give him an answer as you continued to indulge in the comfort of his tongue, twirling with yours in sync, cupping his soft pale cheeks to make sure it lasts longer than ever. "answer me." he demands, the thrusts have become more impactful and faster, granting him a weak whimper. an "i don't know!" was all you could verbalize.

he doubts your words as he catches his release for the second time around, the heating feeling from your walls drip out from your folds— white in color and sticky in texture. "i don't take an i don't know for an answer."

"i'm asking you again, what's stopping you?" he says as he places you on a glass top table from the further side of the room, naked back laying flat on the surface. "if you can't give me a concrete one, i'm just gonna have to eat you out until you give it up . .

the bi-haired male flashes you a smile as he leans on the huge sofas, waiting for an update regarding the hosts of the mixer. you quickly open your phone with one swipe and proceeded to check the messages application. fortunately, they have responded— but as soon as you read the contents of their answers, you wished right then and there you vanish into thin air.

"hi sorry an emergency came up! enjoy the mixer with them in the meantime, they're a bunch of decent guys, they don't bite (:"

you feel your soul leave you at the exact moment after seeing the whole text, your heart starting to race quicker by pulse and palms sweating from the nervousness gnawing at your bones. turning your head to the direction where the male who wore glasses sat on, you were appalled to see his figure not present there. instead, a new person welcomes your vision— someone who had a quite bizarre appearance, hair is of onyx black but streaked with blond and lush violet color. he was looking at you across the table. "ike left for a moment, he said he's going to order some drinks for us. what's the matter?" his voice sounded honeyed yet lightweight, his aura emanating of warmth and friendliness.

"apparently my two friends couldn't come, and that means it's only the six of us here." you explain to him the sticky situation as his slight smile purses into a thin line. "oh hold on, i'll talk to the others regarding this issue." he says and rises from his seat to approach the three males by the doorstep, calling the staff for the drinks they ordered.

meanwhile you were now left with a male whose looks were sharp and intimidating, mainly his aquamarine irises sending shivers running up and down your spine. you try to avoid his gaze but then a voice from his direction reverberates inside the room in spite of the loud music playing. "hey, you alright there?" his tone was laced with a mix of concern and pressure, you whip your head to look at him and nod a couple times, fake it until you make it, they said.

finally getting to talk with the boys about the scenario, all of you almost came to a conclusion to postpone the event, go home and hold one again when your friends are finally free. but when one man asks how long the trip was from your home to the city and you answered 'three hours', hesitation perturbed their minds. at present, you're currently doing everything to convince them that it's not that big of a deal but the man from earlier insisted, "we need to make the most out of this mixer to make sure your three hour trip pays off well." upon thorough observation of him for the past hour, he was referred by his friends as vox. he radiates the controlling type in a relationship and he definitely gives you chills whenever he gets near you.

another man exclaims in agreement, amethyst eyes squinting into two crescent moons from his blinding smile. "yeah! exactly!" you were sure he was luca. as for ike, the two of you have exchanged several sentences already so there's no difficulty in trying to get to know him more. for shu, he looks someone striking but his saccharine sweet voice almost made you melt like an ice cream faced with the sweltering hot summers and lastly, mysta who you feel most disconnected with.

"if vox insists on that then we'll have to first acknowledge the elephant in the room, we have to break the ice to truly have a fun time no?" speak of the devil, mysta suggests and you agree in your mind.

"ice breaker questions it is then?" shu suggests, while all of you nod in agreement. luca was then tasked to search up icebreaker questions that were truly proved to break the ice, while vox and ike had to get the drinks delivered to your rented room.

you thought it will be a fucky wucky moment to be stuck with a room full of 5 attractive men, but then as you got on the icebreaker questions, the thick, suffocating tension that used to linger in the air ceases in an instant. you started to get a long with them and understood each of their humor, exchanging laughter and teasing every opportunity you get.

"i must say, you're a fun person to be around with." mysta expresses, his gaze at you now was far different from the previous one. this time, he looked affectionate and softer— you were so focused in his charm that you lately noticed he switched places. this time, he sits beside you and balls his fist, waiting for you to reciprocate the gesture. "no, you are." you answer and fist bump him as well. later on, luca's tread of foosteps against the marble floors grow louder as he enters the scene, holding a tray of liquors of different shades in color and varying greatly from the glass sizes. "here you go!" he chimes, voice velvety deep but at the same time enthusiastic. he seats himself beside you and distributes the drinks to each one, making sure he didn't get it mixed up.

"okay, next question please! whose turn is it?" you ask the boys as you nestle the liquor glass on the palm of your hand, swaying it a little— the vivid yellow liquid dances at the rims. "i think we ran out of questions." shu responds with a worried expression sculpted on his features.

another parts his lips open, "good thing i brought this." he chuckles at the end of his statement as he whips out an oval container and rattles it, making shaking sounds. you cock a brow, confused but when vox takes the lid off and reveals the embossed chopsticks with the numbers ranging from 1 to 8 and the word 'king'. all of you suddenly felt the fervor ignite in your heart as you cheered, looking forward to the game you're about to play.

"the king's game. i suppose everyone is familiar with this already?" he places the container on the center of the glasstop table, looking at each person in the room by the eyes. the five of you nod in unison, waiting for the follow up rules. "good. since it's just us six here, i'm getting rid of the numbers 7 and eight, is that clear?"

"let the king's game begin!"

vox commences the beginning of the game and everyone eagerly pulled a chopstick to their own accord and intuition. you hide your pull with a palm covering the chopstick of what you got, but out of curiosity, you scanned the whole room to guess what the others could've gotten. from the looks of it, they seemed to be disappointed and when you finally reveal your hand to yourself, you snickered in victory. you pulled the king.

"i order number 2 to down his drink all the way!" ike's jaw falls agape, "i think the alcohol is getting to your system." he says as all of you wait for the reveal who got the number 2.

apprently it was mysta to which he immediately accepts the challenge and obeys your command. he aggressively gulps the drink all the way down, his adam's apple moving in intervals from the rate he's going. the next thing you knew, his glass was empty. "i'll never forgive you for this." he says as he drapes his arms on his head for support, heaving deep breaths as he feels a heating line down his throat.

the second round then begins shortly after . . luck didn't last that long apparently as you pulled the number 5.

"i order number 2 to flash number 5!" mysta, the king commands to which you slowly turned your head to your right and looked at him in horror. "mysta . . take that back right now."

"oops, which number did you get?" he chuckles as the corners of his lips spread wider. you slowly mouth 'five' and he slams the cushions as he cackles louder than ever.

vox rises from his seat and dusts his formal white blazers, the beads of his bracelet clashing against each other with each movement. "reveal yourself, number five." he says sternly as he preares to unzip his slacks. with enough courage to muster, you raised your hand and avoided his gaze from the way you brazenly stare at mysta's direction. your heartbeat picks up by each second, your hold on the liquor glass was starting to shake and knees about to tremble.

"let's get this over with." the ebony haired says as his calloused fingers hold the tip of your chin, forcibly making you look at him. as soon as you were face to face with vox, you saw his erection springing free just like that, his free hand stroking it lightly. it was veiny, girthy and long all at the same, stirring your thoughts into a cesspool of emotions.

"a surprising flashing from vox akuma! as expected!" mysta commentates, energy not fading anytime soon. he casually laughs the events off while shu and ike were speechless most of the time. meanwhile luca, he indulges in his alcohol from time to time. "you look stiff." the gray haired says as he gives you another drink with a pat on your shoulder, "relax, you're gonna enjoy this."

"round 3! i order number 6 to give number 1 hickeys!" the luck you deemed you had immediately vanished the moment you no longer got to pull the king chopstick. shu walks up to you and seats himself beside, sticking his long tongue out with his hand on your neck in an instant. "sorry about this." he says as he proceeds to start off with flicking his tongue against your supple, sensitive skin granting him whispers from your lips. shu then lightly sucks on several spots of your neck, also nibbling on the part and vice versa— reaching to a point where you're shamelessly moaning from his lustful kisses.

every time shu leaves a spot as it was done, you could hear his poorly stifled hums of pleasure from biting down on your skin. "shu? i think that's enough—"

"there's no such thing as enough." the familiar deep voice chimes into your ears like a reminder as you attempt to look at what was happening, and it was vox clasping on your left arm, slowly dragging his tongue over your wrist with gentle strokes.

shu didn't seem to understand what you were saying as he continued to nibble on your skin, littering couple shades darker of bruises from your skin in every almost spot of your neck. "w—wait!" you whimper from a sudden sensation from your lower region only to see ike with an innocent smile carved on his lush lips. he was palming your sex through your clothes in a painful slow manner, getting you riled up even more.

"you need to drink . . more." luca's lips crashes on yours, forcefully slipping his hot tongue in your mouth, drowning you with his lukewarm juices with a tinge of liquor aftertaste. you shut your eyes and try to relax for a moment, but to no avail, you couldn't.

who could focus in this time where 4 men are pleasuring you all at once? 4 men? that's when it clicked, where is mysta? even though you were occupied by exchanging sloppy kisses with the blond, you lazily flutter your eyes open in search of the man. "don't exclude me out of the fun." he says and throws the chopsticks behind him, losing interest in the game and jumping on in whatever is happening. "mysta . ." you call out to the grizzle haired, but he beams you his snarky smile.

as soon as you peel your eyes open, you were shocked to feel your hands tied up at your front, the leather feeling restrained upon your skin. apparently, the material looks familiar. "the king orders you to . . give these two gorgeous men your best blowjob!" in front of you, standing were ike and luca, pants stripped all the way down, cocks twitching at the sight of you being submissive. your genital throbbed from the sight, their dicks were practically begging to be lapped up by your warm mouth anf you gladly obeyed.

you use your tied up hands to stroke ike's while you gave kitty licks for luca's throbbing dick, starting from the tip down to his shaft. the longer you traced his veins with your tongue, the more melodic luca's moans has become; almost as if like it's music to your ears, it feels very rewarding. realizing that you were paying less attention to ike, you immediately tended to his needs as you stroke him up and down while enveloping his crown with your lips, flicking his slit left and right in a harsh manner.

the onyx rimmed glasses that sat crookedly from the bridge of his nose falls off the more he tried to adore the view below him. you attempt to not break the titillating eye contact you share with him as you gobble him all up in slow motions, circling your palm around his shape in the same rhythm. ike's mewls of satisfaction slips as muddy white strings spring out, as well as from luca who has been currently pumping himself, getting off on watching you pleasure his friend for a solid minute.

mysta gives you another glass of drink to gulp in one go and you happily accept, grinning wide after you down the liquor just like that. "next please!"

"the king orders you to . . be a submissive cocksleeve for shu yamino and vox akuma!"

the two men approaches your wobbly figure, possibly from the alcohol in your system acting up already. "shall we take turns, shu?" vox queries and shu mumbles a low yes. you lay on your stomach by the cushioned sofas as shu faces you while vox positions himself in your hole. he wets the tip of his dick with a lubricant he purchased downstairs, and you could feel the contrast cold temperature of the lube in paradox with the heated up session of the mixer.

shu casually strokes himself, long and slender fingers smoothly gliding along the tip of his cock all the way down. you watch him pleasure himself with a tantalizing gaze, clouded with intoxication and lust as well as your sane bones. for tonight, maybe it wouldn't be that bad to be rowdy. an intrusion from down there abruptly cuts your grimy train of thoughts, you almost felt like screaming in the spot from how big he was. "a goddamn clamper." vox cusses under his breath as his hands grips your naked waist, the pressure leaving imprints on your skin for sure.

he starts off with a fast pace, stealthily thrusting in and out of your hole even though your walls clamp around his shape like there's no tomorrow. the feeling was bizarre yet it felt good, but then shu decides to start it as well. "open your mouth." you wholeheartedly oblige and opened wide, your arms propping you up from the sofa as support to suck him off. your body racks back and forth from the demon's force exerted on you, lapping shu's dick the same way and direction with a few pumps of both of your hands at the same time.

mysta who has been watching from the sidelines earlier, couldn't wait any longer as he squats down to your level and gloved hands snake on your chest, the glossy fabric brushing past your hardened nipples. you yelp in surprise, not seeing him enter the scene nor anticipating his participation. "they say that when you slap a nipple it will harden for 10 seconds."

"i wonder if your nipples can get any harder than this?" he asks and looks at your eyes with genuine curiosity lingering in his irises, to which you gladly answered, "wanna try?"

a slap sound reverberates in the room, apart from your cheeks getting clapped by vox in the other hand. the sharp stinging of pain made you whimper but to mysta's amusement, your nipples indeed got harder than ever. "i see. you're into his huh?"

"alright! it's about time we wrap the game with a bang! the king shall claim the cocksleeve with its hole and the four men who were unfortunate to pull the king's role shall jack off and reward the cocksleeve with their cum! yay!"

vox and shu stops with what they're doing as you sit yourself on mysta's lap, teasing your hole with the dick you've never felt before. luca, ike, shu and vox gathers around the two of you and pumps their cock in their own pace and style, while mysta prods your walls with his cock in, balls deep with no warning at all. "oh fuck!" you swear under your breath as you keep your eyes peeled open to see a grandeur view right in front of you. gorgeous males stroking themselves, getting off on the scene of you getting railed by the king.

you lick your lips in anticipation as mysta bucks his hips upwards once more, "yes! yes! just like that!" you exclaim at him and bite your lower lip as he continually hits the right spot. "jesus christ . ." you stammer, feeling a little too spent from the numerous sessions earlier.

"i'm already tired but . . you four look like you need a hand."

grabbing a hold of vox and ike's dicks with one hand on the left— luca and shu's cocks on your right, you sloppily stroke them, tongue sticking out, wanting to be rewarded already.

luca couldn't avert his gaze away from you, but tries not to indulge in the feeling a little too much by covering his view with his gloved hand, the golden ring on his thumb glinting from the disco light in the room. "what's wrong, boss?" you tease him as you flash him a reassuring smile. "we need to meet up after this, got it?" and the blond was wrapped around your pinky finger just like that.

shu who has been beet red ever since he started to do these things with you, his expressions said it all: he's having a fun time yet the shame is eating him up. "shu . . you want to put it in me after this?" he slightly nods as he pumps his erection along with your tremblind hand.

on the other hand, ike was attempting to remove the belt tying both of your hands up to make the jack of session a whole lot easier. the moment the buckles came off, the moment your realization dawned on your mind. what were keeping you restrained were ike's belts and now it definitely feels a lot better and lighter in weight.

lastly, vox who has been swearing for the nth time this night as he unabashedly watches every detail of your actions in pleasuring the five of them. he was absolutely smitten how you took him earlier with a tender, loving smile in spite of the sudden intrusion of his dick into your velvet walls. "good thing the mixer ends like this." his fangs flash from a nanosecond of his mumbling, focus heavily anchored on your exhausted face.

mysta starts to feel his release nearing and you could tell how his toes start to curl, head throwing back from the satisfaction and lust desire being fulfilled with the use of your walls. "fuck! i'm cumming!" he exclaims and shoots it all inside you, down to the very last droplet of his cum that he painted your walls cloudy white in monochromatic hues.

you pant heavily as mysta's arms tightly envelop your body, feeling a little too fucked up with dicks and alcohol in the mix.

for the record, this was his first attempt. you groggily peel your eyes open to be welcomed by intricate designed ceilings of grayscales colors— what stands tall from both of your sides are numerous rolling cart drawers, each one containing a specific category of equipments to be used by the doctor. a short, fuzzy memory flashes in your mind, the voice was distinct but the image was blurry. a black silhouette forms against the dim lights, "refer to the doctor as my lord or you'll suffer a great consequence." was all you can remember as you were taken away by masked, armed soldiers.

"you're finally awake. i'll be back to check on your statistics." a deep, eloquent voice reverberates inside the quiet vicinity, words spoken with elegance and class. the tread of footsteps from the mysterious person echoes as he takes steps away from your numb body, it slowly dies down the further he got; his figure vanishing quickly. your eyes start to feel heavy as your lids roll down and before you knew it, you doze off into a deep slumber once again.

this time, the glacial temperatures no longer rake shivers running up and down your spine. your eyes flutter open as you were now awoken by the multiple sensations tracing circles on your skin. a hum of acknowledgement sounds, the harbinger picking up the fact that you were awake now. "your sensitivity was indeed heightened. i say from the experiment, i conclude this as a success." you anchor your attention to the bright arctic locks that tumbled way past the male's shoulders, especially narrowing your gaze at his beaked mask composing of neutral colors that covered the top portion of his face. as he does the littlest movements, the glowing aquamarine blue earring dangles towards the direction as well. if you could sum it all up in one word, his character appears bizarre.

"very well, you may sit up straight on your bed now." his husky voice chimes into your ears once again. for some reason, everytime he speaks to you, your body writhes from the chills he sends to your system. wasting no time, you follow suit to his orders and sit, the adamantine bindings previously prohibiting you from budging were now gone. instead, all you had on your body was a sheer white fabric reaching just above your knees. the doctor closes the proximity between your bodies, the point of his mask a mere hair thin apart from your face upon touching. "do you know your purpose? do you know why you're here, at my laboratory, looking rather helpless?" the doctor parts his lips open, strings of questions shooting in a short minute.

you respond, "no, my lord." a raspy chuckle was what you receive in exchange. you were suddenly taken aback as the turquoise haired's gloved hands inches forward your face, tucking your disheveled hair behind your right ear. "you're here for a sole reason. to quench my thirst for carnal desire." the leather gloves trail from your ears down to your neck, the doctor delineates the fine lines carved on your bare skin slowly with a sinister smile tugging on the corners of his lips.

a searing feeling of lust brews in your lower abdomen as his ephemeral touches leave an invisible heating mark on your body. you unknowingly yearn for more and fortunately, he doesn't stop there. his free hand now starts to explore your torso, slender tips fiddling with your now perked up nipples. the sensation was too extreme as he later pinched the very bud in harsh turns, a whimper then escapes from your lips. he twists the part depending on which direction you moan the most on, finding delirium from seeing you in a sticky situation.

"amusing. come on, let me hear a lot more." he expresses, now toying with your mounds with his two gloves hands. the doctor tightly grips your tits as he kneads your soft flesh, his movements were too pleasurable that you could draw a conclusion he's quite skilled at what he does. you bite back a moan daring to slip past anytime now but he was mindful of every little detail of your movements, he picked that up and clicked his tongue. "i told you, let me hear your undignified moans of satisfaction."

"y . . yes . . my lord." you pause in between syllables, now feeling a lukewarm sensation brush along your neck. your hands were unable to keep themselves, it's as if something was urging you to roam your touches on the doctor's body too. with wobbly arms encaging the harbinger's tall stature, there you only realized he wore a thin yet eye-catching garb of clothing, one that is worth of an archon's ransom.

pulling him closer to your heated body, you suppose you didn't commit any act of prying into his boundaries as he only continued to toy with your body freely. the kitty licks he gave your sensitive spot starts to broaden followed by quick, sharp pangs of throbbing pain remaining in the part. your legs flinch from the feeling and a yelp bubbles in your throat, "my lord . ."

dottore withdraws from your body and faces you completely. "entertain me, will you?" his looming figure towers over yours and you gulp the lump forming in your throat. hands still shaking from the sudden tension, you start little by little upon removing his layers of clothing. first was the fluffy coat jacket draped over his shoulders accentuated with snezhnayan's motifs from the dangling steeled chains and diamond shapes adorning it.

stripping each layer of exquisite fabric from the scientist, the feigned bravery you mustered paid well as you see his chiseled pecs and ab muscles tracing lines from his plain white long sleeved button down. you palm his well-sculpted body through the fabric, the lust brimming in your heart starts to make you feel a tad bit lethargic and fuzzy all at the same.

you work your way by unbuttoning his top one by one— the farther that you got, the more you see his fair skin gleam from the bright white lightings. he looked like a masterpiece of madness and beauty that you couldn't help but to adore. a toothy grin creeps up on the doctor's face, "in heat already?" abashedly nodding while averting your gaze to somewhere else, "then stroke my cock so i can finally fill you in."

unzipping his trousers, you could feel the huge bulge on his crotch from his clothed dick brushing past your skin. your cunt starts to throb as you got more access to his erection, finally letting it spring free of restriction. you gather your spit in your mouth in one spot and lubricate your hands with the viscous liquid to coat his twitching cock with.

carefully gliding your hands up and down, you could feel how it was veiny, big and lengthy that you're already imagining how it would feel once you're clamping around him. guttural moans escape dottore's lips as you pump him with two hands at the same time. fingers sloppily curling around his dick, you were taken aback to hear the harbinger swear under his breath, a low, husky one at that.

naughty noises reverberate inside the room the longer your stroked his girth from the crown down to the shaft. as it stands tall and hard before your body, you hear another order from the doctor. "enough. now, lay down on your stomach and stick your ass up like a slut."

once again obeying like a loyal dog to its master, you follow suit with what he tells you to do. you let go of his twitching cock and slowly let yourself feel familiar with the bedsheets and lay there, butt perked up with hands spreading your folds for the doctor's eyes to feast upon. "good girl." he muses and kneels on the small bed frame, positioning himself from your entrance. he pumps himself a couple times as he guides the tip of his dick right into your seeping wet folds. "you like it?" he kept rubbing the head on your pussy with teasing rhythms much to your dissatisfaction.

starting to wiggle your butt to feel more of his dick and create friction, it makes dottore's lust spike up a lot more. "whore." he sternly says as he finally pushes himself in, to which you mewl a lot from the unfamiliar feeling of being filled insides. "my lord!" you whimper once dottore rewards you with powerful thrusts, skin slapping upon his impact. the grasp he had on the plush of your ass was harsh and tight, making sure his hands would leave imprints as proof of posession of his test subject.

as he maintains a painfully fast tempo of pounding, dottore puts plenty of pressure on your lower back to make your stomach fully lay flat on the hospital bed. once finished with setting your body up like how he wants it, he continues to pounce into you like there was no tomorrow. your walls contract everytime he intrudes your slutty hole, clamping around his cock so they could mold into a shape dottore's dick can only fit in. you grip the sheets for dear life as you feel the tip of his dick kiss your cervix, he was far too deep in you that it made you feel light headed.

it aches, but it feels good as well. it feels rewarding to be fucked stupid by an honorable harbinger, the doctor by that. "satisfying results from extortion, i say. now i have a sex doll solely living to satisfy my lustful tendencies."

he revels in the heavenly sight of your now naked body and tight, wet walls. his crisp cerise eyes flicker from the ass of your cheeks bouncing along with his thrusts to your shameful expressions to which he can see by a mirror's reflection placed in front of your lustful bodies. "look at yourself, look at the pathetic faces you've been making." the doctor says as he leans forward, his gloved dominant hand grabbing ahold of your cheeks. his fingers were enormous in size and slender in shape, you could feel your face crush from his grip alone.

he forces you to open your eyes and look at the body length mirror in front of you, hair messy and unkempt, lips smeared with drool and tears from the way dottore has been treating you. somehow, it all felt good, everything felt good.

"i don't regret the lengths i took just to acquire you in my hands at all." amidst the slapping noises bouncing off the walls, you try your best to comprehend his sentences.

you hum even though you could not understand, "your pretty little cunt, your soft tits, your beautiful face i'd love to paint with buckets of my cum— i want to do it so bad to you."

much to your relief, he finally lets go of your chin to let your head rest on the soft cushions again. the intercourse was starting to get rougher judging from the pace dottore has been going at and the degrading words he's telling you. "i don't think i'll be able to let go of you. i don't think i can even share you with my subordinates or my comrades."

he's still continuing to spew his feelings out like he was an open book for the audience meanwhile you were eager to know more what he thinks of you, "hell, i could even destroy the world for you." your eyes although heavy lidded from the lust clouding your consciousness, they widen into two full moons once you hear the very last sentence.

"my lord . ." you pant heavily as moans of pleasure shortly follow, "i'm ahh— u— unworthy of . . . your protection." his solferino irises narrow, the next thing you know: he grabs a spare necktie strewn across the floor earlier and wraps it around his wrist like a madman. he starts to slap your ass cheeks with it. crisp whipping noises blend in with your endless moans of gratification, tears starting to well up in your eyes.

"when i say something, it's of certainty at all times. don't go backing out on me now, after all, you're mine."

you constantly cry out from the mixed feelings of lechery and pain.

"i own you, right?"

mewls and moans could only be heard as he asked, longing for an affirmation from his test's subjects own mouth.

dottore whips you once again with the neck tie, the part starting to grow sore and shades darker from your skin tone. "yes, my lord! you own me."

what he does next catches you rather off guard once he jackhammers into your pussy, gloved hands getting rid of his beak mask. with a blurry vision, you could just see the cold blood red of his eyes glinting from the white lights reflecting from the mirror— "i showed you my face, do you trust me now?"

you answer willingly as your tongue sticks out in dire need of some sort of hydration and company, "yes my lord."

the doctor hums as he sees you gasping for life, "you look like a pathetic thirsty bitch. here, drink some of these." he whips out several glass vials containing unknown colored liquids from his cabinet within his reach. he unscrews the cap and pours all of it on your face, the sticky liquids clings onto your skin but you desperately lick every droplet to ingest.

he watches you brazenly, gaze anchored at your pretty, fucked up features only. shortly after dottore feels his bliss of release coming to which he picks up the pace and pushes into you in an animalistic speed, biting his lower lip to focus and feed you with all of his pent up seed.

white liquids sprawl out on your lower back as he pulls his dick out, neverending strings of cum pooling on your skin. he lets out a demeaning chuckle and gathers all of his cum with his gloved fingers, proceeding to inch toward you and insert his digits into your wet, sticky mouth. "gobble it all up."