Lenka

Did you EVER dream of this moment? Yes.

Did you EVER think it would become your reality? No.

You couldn’t possibly comprehend the concept of Dottore even being the slightest bit interested in the human body beyond scientific purposes.

So why would you expect his 65 year old, or his 45 year old segments to be? If anything it should’ve been 18, or 25.

Still their maturity and the way they carried themselves was enough for your pretty little head to be filled with rather interesting daydreams, resulting in the wetness of your panties.

You thought you were being slick.

Yeah, that’s an idea you need to abandon with 45, the most observant of them all.

45 always had his eyes on you. Even when working, he never missed the opportunity to throw you a quick glance, mind taking note of everything on you: your choice of clothes, your mood, your expression, the files you carried, even the colour of underwear when you bent over to pick up a dropped document, your skirt deciding to not serve its purpose (much to 45’s joy).

Again, 45 noticed when your eyes sometimes wandered mindlessly over to his 65year old comrade, your thighs crossed over each other in an attempt at subtle friction.

He would purposely call you over to watch your eyes widen and your head snap at attention to his direction, whatever scenario your mind was making cut abruptly.

Then the small blush on your cheeks, as if you knew that 45 was somehow on to you!

45 seemed to always call for your help whenever 65 was around, the tinge of jealousy unable to contain itself. He hated how you seemed to prefer 65! What was it? The plague mask? The suit? What the hell was so good about 65 that 45 couldn’t offer you??

Yet you kept doing it. Kept stealing glances at 65, asking him ever so often if your report was “good” (you knew it was, you just needed his approval), and even offering him tea when he “looked particularly tired”.

45 found his chance when you sprang up yet again to reach 65’s desk, in three strides he had caught your arm and pulled you out to the quiet hallway.

“Don’t you have work to do?” 45 snarled at you, his face mere inches from yours.

“What is your issue?!” You responded, your back hitting the wall, pulling a small gasp from you.

Oh, how he loved that fire you had. You never cowered, only making 45 bolder.

“Your task is to finish whatever report Zandik assigned. Other than that, you don’t get to hop around us striking conversations.” 45 gripped the collar of your shirt, his voice flat but cracking with frustration and.. jealousy. Maybe mentioning your boss and the purpose of you being here would shake some “sense” back on you.

“Can’t I take breaks now?!” You argued back and smirked. You knew he was onto you. However you didn’t care enough to feel sorry.

45 was stunned by your argument for a second. Then looked left and right: no one was out in the hallway this late at night. In a swift motion, he lowered you to your knees.

“How about you act out all those scenarios that make you touch yourself under your desk?” He smirked, relishing in the way you blushed and widened your eyes at him, caught!

You had to make this quick if you didn’t want to get walked in on.

With your shaky hands, formed by the fear of getting caught like this but also the suddenness of the situation, you undid his belt and unzipped his pants, tugging on his underwear with finality to free his cock of its confinements.

You gave him a few strokes, turning your head left and right to spot any innocent soul passing by.

“I’d prefer your focus be on me.” 45 reprimanded, gloved fingers gripping your hair to stop your head from turning any other way than forward.

Your confidence rose ever so slightly, deciding to make 45 pay for this.

Your lips found the tip of his cock, warm tongue swirling, teasing and lowering to his shaft, while your eyes kept steady on his mask.

45 drew in a sharp breath at the contact, but didn’t allow himself any other sound yet here.

And you didn’t like that.

In a sudden motion you relaxed your throat for the length you were about to accommodate in your throat as you pushed your head forward, your nose brushing against his pelvis.

45 drew in another sharp breath, but his grip on your hair tightened as you took his cock in its entirety, hips stuttering and pushing forward to bury himself deeper (if possible) in your warm mouth.

“F-Fuck.” 45 whispered in the wet and hot feeling when you began bobbing your head back and forth, your eyes beginning to turn glossy with tears from the gagging.

65’s footsteps went unnoticed from the inside of the lab as he opened the door leading to the hallway, confused by yours and 45’s sudden disappearance.

“What a sight.” 65 spoke out loudly enough for the two of you to hear, his voice flat and almost disappointed.

You widened your eyes, and tried pulling away when 45’s grip on your hair kept you deepthroating him, only adjusting his stance so that his Harbinger cloak shielded your face from view.

“Q-Quiet..!” 45 gritted his teeth, not even turning to look at 65 as he felt himself nearing his edge, and finally spilling his cum down your throat with a choked moan.

“You could’ve at least gotten a room.” 65 crossed his arms and turned his head the other way to leave you some privacy as you swallowed 45’s load, though his own growing tent in his pants undeniable.

45 smirked and zipped himself up before pulling you back on your feet, your mascara leaving dark rivers on your cheeks, and despite your utterly embarrassed expression, 45 saw the satisfaction underneath.

“Isn’t it amusing? You were the one she was mostly turned on by, but I bet a million mora she’s wet right now because of me.” 45 smirked at 65, his hand on your waist, ignoring the small slap of your hand on his chest in an attempt to punish him for humiliating you like that in front of 65!

“Excuse me?” 65 said, his tone full of disbelief yet amusement. You? Turned on by him? How flattering.

“This is a private matter!” You crossed your arms, trying to save you some teasing.

“Nothin’ private between us now.” 45 chuckled. “C’mon. 65 already knows how you touch yourself in secret for him, right?” He smirked cruelly, watching as you opened your mouth to argue back, but couldn’t find any words.

“Is that so?” 65’s demeanour switched. He didn’t sound as reprimanding as before, more like satisfied.

It only took you three a bit more bantering for you to get shoved back in one of the lab’s less used rooms, your clothes ripped off entirely.

65 tried to be gentle with you, his hands wandering all over your body, exploring it with adoration as you had gotten on top of him. However, with 45’s degradation and assertiveness, 65 followed the younger segment’s orders regardless.

You took a reverse cowgirl position, 65’s dick prodding at your asshole, as his hands gripped your hips tightly, his own arousal making him bolder.

Slowly, you lowered yourself on him, the sudden and new stretch making you feel his length ten times more intensely. 65 groaned behind you, allowing you to set the rhythm and get adjusted to his size. 45 pushed you further down, your hole aching in that lovely stretch you frequently fantasised about.

45 pushed you to lean your back on 65’s chest, whose hand snaked to grip your throat. “Stay.” 45 ordered, his hands pushing your thighs wider as he dived to lap and suck at your clit with no warning at all. His warm tongue circling your sensitive clit and giving it firm kisses that sent shocks to your body, your pussy clenching around nothing (yet)

The doubled pleasure was enough to make your mind a senseless mess, 65’s arm tightening around your waist as the tip of his plague doctor mask grazed against your shoulder, watching closely as 45’s tongue worked wonders on your body.

45 pulled away soon enough to replace his swift tongue with his dick, settling to take your pussy.

You felt so, so sensitive at how 45’s cock slipped inside you. Your back arched off 65’s chest, limiting your movements with his big arms caging you in. 45 didn’t miss a second, once he bottomed out in you, his hands gripped the back of your thighs to thrust inside you, the movements making you slide on both 45’s and 65’s cocks with ease.

“O-Oh, God..!” You breathed out, feeling yourself stuffed to the brim with their cocks bullying their way inside you. 65’s pants and grunts didn’t go unnoticed by you, and neither 45’s quiet triumph as he kept that brutal pace that made your legs weaker than ever.

The small room quickly filled with your shared hot breaths, your stifled moans beginning to break free off your tongue as the pace kept building that tight pressure in your lower stomach you, so desperately, needed to snap.

It didn’t take long enough for you to reach your breaking point, your orgasm hitting you harder than ever before with the doubled pleasure.

“Such a good girl…” 65 praised in your ear, voice slightly muffled by his mask. “Such a good slut for us…” 45 on the contrary degraded you, the two opposing sides messing with your brain and only resulting in your ass and pussy to squeeze tighter around them.

A few weeks after establishing a relationship with Zandik, he knew he had to do something about his segments.

I mean, they’re part of himself. Obviously if Zandik finds you attractive, so would the others.

Boundaries had to be set.

Most segments nodded along with Zandik’s set of rules: they could lightly touch, grope, and stare all they wanted, but under no circumstance were they to fuck you. Clear enough, right?

Only if Webttore was as compliant as the other segments.

The guy was stunned, cause what do you mean he could do all the things leading to fucking you, but not fuck you? It was absurd!

But Zandik wasn’t having it, he wasn’t going to let them just use you whenever! That was his job.

After a lot of back-and-forth with his creator, Webttore managed to get every right of touching you entirely taken, as punishment for not “appreciating what he had”.

Webttore’s eye twitched.

“THIS IS SO UNFAIR!!!” Webttore exclaimed, making a scene in the middle of the lab as he desperately tried to regain some sort of benefit from you. However, Zandik wasn’t yielding under his loud pleas.

He stormed out the lab, slamming the doors loudly behind him, and began striding toward where you might be so he can sob into your warm chest about how cruel your lover can be!

You knew of Zandik’s rule as you were the first to hear about it.

And now as you lounged around in your comfy shared room, you heard angry and fast footsteps rapidly approaching, snapping the quiet peace you were experiencing buried in the sheets of your double bed.

“Nameeee~!”

The sound of the young man’s whine was heard from right outside your door, giving you no time to react and try to cover yourself up from the lingerie set you were wearing, as Webttore swiftly turned the door handle and let himself in. (The audacity!)

He didn’t wait for an answer from you, closing the door behind him and walking straight into the bed before climbing under the covers with you.

“He’s so mean!”

Webttore grumbled as he wrapped his arms around your waist, turning you on your side as he buried his face in your neck.

“Can’t believe you chose him over me…”

His voice purred, teal strands tickling your cheek as his teeth began playfully nicking at your skin.

You opened your mouth to defend your lover when you felt Webttore’s hands wandering over your skin, one hand pushing your leg forward as he caressed the back of your thigh, his other hand cupping your tit and squeezing to get a reaction from you.

Oh, how you wanted to remind Webttore of Zandik’s rule before his advances led any further! But fuck, you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t want your dearest Webbie to take you right then and there…

Not before toying with him a little.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You spoke, grabbing his wrist away from your soft chest, and reaching your other hand to tug on his pretty teal locks.

“Ngh..”

Oh. Oh.

Your hand froze in his hair. You did NOT expect that soft little moan from pulling on his hair like that. The sound so small yet needy and desperate, sending warmth in between your legs.

“Come on… he’s not here… he won’t know…”

Webttore mumbled in your shoulder, your back pressed to his chest before feeling something hard grinding against your ass. You felt his hand tugging down on your skimpy bottoms, while his other busied himself with undoing his belt.

“Won’t take long… please, name, please..” he whined, his pretty red eyes turning glassy, as his hand palmed his hard-on through the thin fabric of his pants. Could you be so heartless and leave him with a painful boner?

“…make it quick.”

Webttore didn’t need to be told twice, his kicked-puppy expression crumbling with a sharp smirk as he successfully (and quickly) pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees, before practically ripping off what little fabric you wore.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou..” He mumbled against your neck as he took out his hardened cock and stroked it slowly with his pre as lube, before shuffling a little closer to you and lining himself up with your already wet entrance.

Your breath hitched, your leg getting lifted by Webttore’s arm as he gave small and weak thrusts to get you used to his length. His head was still lowered in the crook of your neck, whining and whimpering about how wet and warm you felt, about how your pussy was made for him, his thrusts picking up the pace and growing much needier with every mumbled word.

You couldn’t help but moan softly, biting your lower lip to keep quiet, though the headboard of your bed hitting the wall with every inch Webttore pounded into you did the job of letting anyone passing by your room know of your current activity.

You never knew Webttore could be so vocal, his whines and the way his cock pressed against your g-spot so deliciously working efficiently in making you forget entirely about whatever damned ruled Zandik had made!

“P-Please lemme cum… please I need it s’bad name…”

He pathetically whimpered, his thrusts growing sloppier and desperate for release. You could only answer in a moan, your hands gripping the sheets underneath you, before feeling sharp teeth sink into your shoulder and the stillness of Webttore’s hips as he shot his seed into you without any other warning.

“Haah… there we go..”

You felt Webttore smirk against your skin before slipping out of your hole and letting go of your leg to place back your underwear.

“Now don’t go telling anyone, ‘kay?” Webttore said breathlessly as he dressed himself back on.

You nod, and open your mouth to speak before getting cut off by the sound of the door opening, and an angry-looking Zandik standing in the doorway.

“What are YOU doing here.” Zandik spoke, his eyes burning holes into Webttore with a knowing look.

“Just cuddling my fav’ girl. What? Can’t I show any affection anymore?” Webttore smirked and gripped your waist closer, both your clothes rumpled and filled with wrinkles but efficiently covering you both.

Zandik was never one to need assistance in his experiments. His segments were created for that very reason, after all. Yet basically working with himself turned out to be grueling, 45 and 65 being the ONLY reasonable ones (at times).

He needed someone different.

His dearest coworker Pantalone, and your acquaintance, deemed you fit enough to work amongst Zandik and his segments. You were known for your patience and willingness to work in your field after your graduation from the Akademiya.

Zandik was skeptical of you when you first walked in, your pretty face disarming him and only making him wary of your intelligence and tolerance. It took him a while to get used to your presence, you were the only person in the lab without teal hair and red eyes like his! You on the other hand, seemed to feel comfortable enough in the lab to complete your work, even if the segments usually tried to belittle you, testing, searching, sizing you up.

Their curious nature only fueled their somewhat rude behavior against you.

Zandik berated them at times, but he himself made comments on your work, trying to figure out how much you could handle.

“Why would you think this would work?! Out of your mind, miss?” He leaned over your desk, cane in hand while the other pointed at a formula you wrote.

You hated feeling inferior.

Absolutely loathed being doubted.

“Can’t your brilliant mind figure it out, oh Doctor?”

You chimed sarcastically. And successfully hit a nerve.

The way you backmouthed Zandik just made him more agitated, doubling your work, making you stay longer than your designated shifts, much to your dismay.

Yet he couldn’t deny it, you were a hell of a trick. Your mind wasn’t as stupid as he first assumed. You were proving yourself worthy of being his assistant every day. Combined with your good looks, you were almost lethal.

He eventually softened up to you. Began asking your opinion, and seeking even advice…(much to his discomfort).

The segments stopped picking on you after Zandik began showcasing his respect in your abilities.

Even more when you openly began flirting with the much older man.

You hid your flirting with silly little jokes and compliments, in which he caught every single one. He wasn’t sure how to reciprocate, often muttering a small and dry “Thank you.” or changing the topic entirely. He thought you would opt to hit on his younger segments, like 35’s charm or even 25’s enthusiasm.

But oh no. You knew exactly who you wanted. Zandik’s character was mellowed by age, yet his charm and whims stayed intact. It didn’t help how he commanded you but also happened to defend you against 25’s criticism. It made your stomach flip with something warm.

And now even warmer as Zandik placed a hand to the back of your thigh as you leaned over to “inspect” some document that Zandik needed to send.

He was sat in his chair idly, as if shamelessly groping you in his lab was a silent agreement of your work tasks. Of course you reacted with a usual little joke:

“Handsy aren’t we, Doctor?”

“It’s Zandik to you.” he replied with a small smirk, which you returned.

“Your document’s fine.” you replied and straightened, but his grip on your thigh only tightened, not letting you step away. You placed your hands on your hips.

A little flirt back and he pulled you to straddle him. It all happened so quickly, clothes halfway off for access

How you ended up bouncing on his cock, you didn’t know. All bite from you dissipated immediately. His hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding you to grind and bounce on his shaft. Your moans and pants quickly filled with lab, (segments were ushered out by Zandik hours ago), your pussy needing to feel more and more.

Zandik was beyond infatuated with you and your expressions, how you bit your lip in order to save yourself some dignity and silence your moans as much as possible, the way your eyes were glassy with need, and how you occasionally smirked at him even as you were getting your guts rearranged.

You took Zandik’s wrists and placed his palms on your tits, giving him permission to touch and explore you ever further.

And oh explore did he do.

His confidence rose, snapping him out of the dreamy feeling of your pussy clenching on him and turning his focus on destroying you a little further.

He pinched your nipple with a sharp smirk of his, basking in the way your moans rose to a high pitched sound of his name. He let go of your tits, and grabbed your throat instead with one hand, cutting off a little oxygen and making your mind a thoughtless mess. His other hand gripped your shoulder, pushing you further down his cock that grazed against your cervix perfectly.

Oh how close you were, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap at any second.

You threw your head back, hands on either side of his chair’s armrests for balance as you set a messy, and fast pace of you moving up and down greedily.

“Z-Zandik…! Fuck—ngh— ‘m so close…!” You breathed out before feeling his hand move to the back of your neck, pulling you forward.

A sharp sting of a bite followed, Zandik’s teeth dipping in your soft skin of your neck and surely leaving hickeys as a reminder of the filthy actions you were participating in.

“Don’t you dare stop.” You feel him groan , eyes shut as he himself looked to succumb to the warmth and wetness of your heat. His hands returned to grip your waist again, as you grinded your hips against his.

“You wanna cum? Huh? Beg and I might let you.” Zandik breathlessly spoke, punctuating his words with a sharp slap on your ass.

In desperation for relief, you swallowed aside any humility of yours. “P-Please.. Zandik.. let me cum, I need it s’bad…” you whined pulling back slightly to give him that damned tear-eyed look that he couldn’t say no to.

“Work for it.” He let go of your hips with a smug look, not providing you with support anymore, and letting you do all the work of unraveling yourself on his dick. You helplessly whined and moaned as you tried your best to get yourself off without ruining your pace.

It only took a couple of shallow bounces to feel your core tighten and the delicious wave of an orgasm unravel. You cried out his name, your hips stuttered, the tightness of your walls drawing a hiss from Zandik. You lowered your head, breathing deeply as you tried recollecting yourself from your high, only to be met with Zandik’s hip thrusts and his hands to guide you up and down again.

You snapped your head up to meet his eyes, in which you were met with a hungry look from Zandik’s eyes behind his monocle. With what energy he mustered up, he met your hips as he made you ride out your high, causing your overstimulation at the stretch. Soon after a couple more thrusts, Zandik groaned, his hands tightening on your skin as he filled you with white-hot spurts of cum, your pussy clenching on him and milking him dry.

Protection. Right…

Your eyes widened at the realization, too late now…

Zandik panted and let go of the tight grip as he slumped back in chair, only then did he catch your wide-eyed look.

“..don’t worry ‘bout it…” he breathlessly said.