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A faint dizziness washed over your body as you regained consciousness.
A dim green light hung above you, flickering and buzzing. Your ears adjusted to the sounds of faint clicking and beeping. Were you in a hospital?
Shaking your head, you snapped into a sharp focus, becoming alert after a few moments. You blinked hard as your heart sank, finding yourself in a totally strange, unfamiliar place.
Did you pass out? The last thing you remembered was taking a walk in the early evening near Piltover’s destination bridge. It wasn’t the safest idea during this political climate, but you really needed some time to yourself after another long day following Jayce around Piltover.
A pulse of adrenaline shot through your body as you realized you could have fallen victim to vagrants from the Undercity. What if you had been targeted again? Jayce and his family’s personal enforcers were always warning you to stay away from the bridge for that reason specifically. ‘We can’t trust those people,’ Jayce would tell you whenever you felt adventurous enough to bring it up.
“Jayce?” You called out groggily, moving off the cold, mechanical platform. Your eyebrows lowered with confusion, taking in your surroundings a bit more. Boxes covered in tarps, scrap metal pieces from what looked like half-completed projects… shelves covered in small compartmentalized boxes. Tools were scattered across a desk with some old, stained papers stacked with what looked like important information. Things were dusty, as if they hadn’t been touched in years.
You quickly moved to the mechanical door across the room, suppressing any panicking thoughts that ate away at you. Grabbing the handle, you tried your best to open it, but it was locked from the outside.
“Jayce!?” You cried out again, hoping he could hear you.
Without another moment’s notice, the door opened, and a tall, intimidating figure stood menacingly before you. You staggered backwards, nearly tripping over your heels, your eyes locked onto a set of terrifying orange eyes.
The man’s figure was adorned with a set of mechanical armor, and atop his shoulders set a long, weathered blue cape. His hair was long, curly, and unmaintained.
Your body nearly jolted with your sudden, terrifying realization.
“...V-Viktor?!” You gasped, eyes widening with bewilderment. There was no mistaking it - this was the same man you had fallen in love with years ago. The same man who was banished by your fiancé.
Viktor's focus was laser sharp, his eyes piercing through you. It felt like a nightmare…
“You are prohibited from using his name in my quarters,” he hissed, his voice deeply unfamiliar from what you remembered. Your frozen and dumbfounded body froze before him, your mouth slightly agape.
“Viktor… is that really you?” You asked, completely ignoring whatever he just said. You couldn’t help but heavily focus on his unfamiliar, inhuman, and augmented appearance. He was taller, bulkier, and much more… robotic. The very small amount of skin you were able to see on his face and neck was bruised, scabbed, and scarred. Jayce had forbidden you to go search him… and here he was, in front of you.
“Wh-what… What happened to you-!?” You asked coarsely, trying your best to mask your fright.
Viktor’s heavy eyebrows furrowed with resentment, wincing at your question. It seemed so obvious to him, but your tone of disapproval cut deeply into his feelings, despite his very mechanical appearance.
“I have ascended past the need of human flesh,” his words were abrupt and matter-of-fact. You allowed his sentiment to wash through your mind, unsure of how to process it. Why would he put himself through such agonizing torment? The moment you came back to reality, you felt absolutely sick to your stomach.
Slowly, your eyes moved down his augmented armor, observing the mechanisms that carefully formed over his body. “Y-You did all of this…willingly?” You asked, still feeling nauseous.
His expectations had been tested once more. “You are to stay here until I can figure out what to do with you.”
“Wait, what?! What do you mean?!” You panicked, reaching out to firmly grab his wrist that was halfway through shutting the door. He was surprised by your reflexes, stopping his action. “Viktor did you – Did you kidnap me?!”
Your tone sounded like you were offended in a strange way, but you stood firmly before him with feigned confidence. This used to always work against him back when the two of you worked together in Piltover. He was such a stubborn nut to crack, but for some reason, very weak against your persistence.
It was hard to tell what was going through his mind in that moment, but he scoffed with a grimace. “You are to stay put in this room. Quietly.”
“Answer me, Viktor.” You didn’t have a plan for where you were going with this emotional outlash, but you hoped it would trigger something inside of him to give you comfort or familiarity.
Now, he was starting to get angry.
“Do not make me use force,” he growled, about to shut the door, but you quickly shifted your body into the doorway to create a barrier. He reacted by stomping a heavy foot down to block you, staggering you back into the room. You stared daggers into his eyes, challenging him.
Just then, a spotlight from outside beamed in through a window behind him, immediately cutting into the intense moment. Viktor swiftly pushed you into the room, closing the door behind him.
“POLICE, WE’RE LOOKING FOR A MISSING PERSON—“ one of the voices boomed from the outside, knocking hard on a door nearby. Without thinking, you lunged toward the door to open it.
“I’M IN HERE—!” You yelled out in a panic, but were immediately muffled by Viktor’s large transmuted hand, who then pulled you back against his cold, hard armor. His other hand sunk into your stomach, holding your body tightly. You struggled against him, slowly realizing you didn’t stand a chance against his effortless strength.
After a few long quiet moments, the enforcers continued on their way, their muffled conversation fading away. You felt your heart sink with despair. His strength didn’t falter in the slightest. He leaned in close to your ear and whispered, “are you going to scream when I pull my hand off your mouth?”
His question felt like a threat in every way possible. Trembling, you shook your head, finally feeling relief as he removed his hand slowly. You remained calm, albeit shaky, feeling him still clenching your stomach tightly. “Good girl,” he praised, eyeing you from over your shoulder. He kept his grip firm even though you remained forcefully calm. You swallowed dryly, your eyes trailing down to his powerful hand.
Viktor released you slowly, giving you a chance to prove yourself trustworthy. You were conflicted - if you reacted in any way other than calm, he might react sporadically. Although he was the same man you had gotten to know for years in Piltover during your studies at the academy, he was a vastly different person now. If “person” was even the word for it.
“Wh-why…?” Was all you could muster, turning back towards him, feeling the residual effects of adrenaline coursing through your body. “W-why are you doing this?”
Watching you quake in fear before him aroused complicated emotions within him, which he despised. He shook off his hesitation and answered you with a smirk, eyeing you up and down. “I haven’t decided what to do with you just yet,” he spoke ominously, moving closer to you, causing you to back away. “You are a direct link to *him*, so you are very valuable to keep alive and safe…”
You gulped again, your eyes full of fear as you felt your body gently hit the wall behind you. He towered menacingly over you, still examining you and weighing his options in his head. Your lips quivered to speak but nothing came out.
“...However, I could keep you for myself and augment you all I wanted, if you’d prefer,” he angled your face to look at him directly, his forefinger and thumb lifting your chin gently. Malicious and degenerate thoughts encircled his mind as he soaked in your despair, enjoying every bit of the moment. He was so close, you felt his hot breath on your face.
You couldn’t keep calm.
You thrashed away from him as quickly as you could, dashing toward the door, but he was much quicker than you.
With a dexterous lunge, he managed to grab your top and pull you back into his forceful embrace, now very annoyed. “I see you’ve made your decision,” he grunted, dragging you over to a platform, and pressing your body down onto it. Panicking, your eyes darted to his ready hand that reached for a prepared pile of wires.
“W-Wait!! Viktor, you don’t need to do this!!” You pleaded as you watched him lean over you, tying your hands together above your head. You tried kicking yourself out of his grasp but it was useless - he was faster, stronger, and more agile than you in every way. Before you realized it, he had your wrists in a tightly tethered lockdown, tied to a machine above you. Your heart was pounding now, sincerely hoping he wasn’t serious about using you for augmentation practice.
His expression was unwaveringly stoic. He threw the remainder of discarded wires onto a nearby table and leaned down to your level, looking you straight in the eyes. “Do not test my patience, little mouse,” he sneered with his insult, breathing heavily with frustration. “If you do not comply, you will be in a much *more* unpleasant situation.”
It was easy to express your obvious fear toward him right now, but you weren’t through with whatever fight you still had left inside. With your last round of confidence, trying to appeal to his humanity, you yelled with frustration. “You’d never hurt me, Viktor!” Your eyes narrowed with a visceral, helpless anger. “You’re bluffing!”
“We will see about that.” He stepped away from you, reaching for another item.“You have proven yourself untrustworthy and must be bound until I can formulate a plan for you.”
Your mind flashed with all kinds of gruesome, intrusive fears before you realized he was wrapping a strap around your head, gagging you with a mechanical object. Panic set in as you struggled your hardest against the wires, biting the object and attempting to kick him away. He casually stood back to revel in the image of you bound to his lab table - something he had fantasized about for so many years.
A small, evil smirk crossed his lips. “I will be back with a plan,” he chuckled, ignoring your muffled yelling under your gag.
You truly couldn’t believe your circumstances. This was probably Jayce’s worst nightmare… but not entirely for you. Although you were panicked and anxious, you held out a small, confident hope that you would be able to appeal to his human side the next time he came back.
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Several hours later, you opened your eyes instantly, feeling a presence looming over you in the dark.
His orange pupils emit a low, intimidating light that washed over his hard, angular features. You heard him breathing unevenly with anticipation, hovering over your body as you stirred. His knees were planted on either side of your body; his hands resting adjacent to your face. You blinked hard, crying out through the muffled gag in your mouth.
You jolted up but were promptly reminded of the wires tied around your hands above your head.
He smirked, examining your frightened look.
“Ah, she stirs from her slumber,” he whispered, leaning in to brush his lips against your cheek. His mangled hair fell in your face, causing you to tilt your head away from him. He took it as an opportunity to explore your open neck, planting small kisses down to your shoulder. His torso was exposed from what you could see in the dark, deep scars and lacerations trailing down his body. Your heart rate shot up immediately, still disoriented from waking up to the image of him above you.
You whined under your gag, shifting your body beneath him uncomfortably. Without breaking an action, he shifted his thigh between your legs, pressing his sharp hips into yours, pinning you down with ease.
“I’ve wanted you in this position for so long,” he let out a gentle moan to punctuate his sentiment, pressing another kiss into your neck. “I’ve missed you so, my sweet. Now I have you right where I want you.” His tone had totally changed from your earlier interactions.
You felt an intense wave of guilty pleasure wash over your body as you internally admit - this was something you’d also wanted for so many years; always pining for his attention back at the academy. But, that conflicted heavily with your current state of despair. Your muffled whines melted into aroused moans, encouraging him to further taste your neck in small, gentle licks.
“You are enjoying this, too, then?” He asked as if you could give an answer back, chuckling at your fruitless bucking beneath him. You battled with the opposing sides of your mind, wondering what the hell could possibly possess you to be enjoying this so much. His body glowed slightly with illuminated veins, creating a very faint glow in the dark. He continued against your neck, “I had a feeling you felt the same way, darling…”
You paused in your movements, closing your eyes tightly to concentrate. Your body was aching for him after all this time, it was true. His concise way of extracting information through your smallest sounds and expressions made you crazy. But you couldn’t give in just yet; this was wrong. You were with Jayce, and that had to be honored.
“Mmmph,” you glared at him, although your weak disposition did nothing for your attempt at intimidation. He pulled away to look down on you.
“Do you have something you’d like to say to me?” He asked, running his thumb over your gag slowly. You squeezed his thigh in between your legs to alleviate a little bit of your swollen desire. “Nod if you’d like me to remove this device,” he purred.
You did just that: nodded anxiously. He read your look and raised a hesitant eyebrow, continuing his slow, gentle, excruciating thumb strokes. “You will show me no defiance. Understood?”
A small moan escaped through the gag again, pleasing him immensely. You nodded again, lifting your head from the table to give him better access. He worked slowly, unbuckling the device from your head, allowing you to speak freely. You coughed and shook it off, glaring at him with discomfort. Slightly bemused, he tossed the gag to the side, resuming his position before you.
“What’s the matter, my love? I didn’t expect you to be so eager,” his words were tantalizing, but you needed to lash back. You couldn’t allow him to have his way with you like this. Without thinking about repercussions, you choked out a plea, tugging the wires that bound your wrists.
“Please, we can’t…I’m — I’m with Jayce now,” you stuttered, running other possible, probably much better dialogue options through your head.
Viktor pushed himself up slowly, staring down at you with disbelief. You couldn’t possibly be that stupid, could you? Your panic crept in after being injected by his piercing orange pupils. The room somehow felt darker in that moment, creating a totally new kind of tension. You felt endangered.
He swallowed dryly, his eyebrows weighing down on his eyes. “… What did I tell you about mentioning his name in my quarters?” He trailed a hand to your throat threateningly, applying a growing pressure to your diaphragm.
With only a tiny ounce of confidence left, you choked out before answering. “V-Viktor, this is wrong…”
Taking a close notice of your dwindling confidence, he changed his method of attack. “…Such a beautiful girl,” he whispered, his expression lightening as he moved to caress your cheek. “Perhaps… much more beautiful with a few modifications…This is what you would prefer, eh?” His index finger drew threatening, invisible blueprints down your jawline, across your chin, and down your neck.
You pulled your face away as much as you could, gritting your teeth. You were shaking beneath him, beginning to break a sweat. He chuckled, enjoying the sight before him. “Hm, perhaps not yet.” He thought out loud, tilting his head with a faux compromise. “Maybe now… you have an answer to my simple question?”
Seeing the ramifications very clearly now, you stuttered, feeling your drive to fight back deteriorating. “Yes…D-do not mention Jay- er, *him*… in your quarters…” your body language matched your defeated voice, surrendering against the cold, hard table.
He shifted his fingers over to your hair, removing a few strands of hair from your face. “Good girl,” he chuckled, speaking smoothly. “Let’s not forget that rule, eh?”
You gave him a pained look, but it didn’t stop him from continuing on with his own self service. He shifted himself up onto his knees, releasing pressure from your hips.
“V-Viktor,” you whispered, watching him run his fingers down your stomach, stopping at your clothes’ very enticing buttons. Your eyes fluttered up to meet his gaze that was transfixed on your expressions.
“You are mine.” He announced, greedily removing your bottom garments. You watched his actions with disbelief, a chill shooting down your spine.
“Wh-What are you doing!?” You sputtered, reflexively trying to keep your legs closed. This action of course was futile, as he smoothly shifted himself in between your thighs with a cocky smirk. Without even offering you a simple response, he pulled down your undergarments with a tantalizing stare.
It was too much; you wanted to be angry with him but your enjoyment of the moment caught up to your senses. You were absolutely aching for relief, but you desperately didn’t want to show it. You shut your eyes tight, trying your best to break away from the wires that bound you.
“...Say it.” His demand perforated through your focus. You looked down at him again, the reality of his warm mouth only inches from your eager cunt. He watched as you processed the moment and his demand, digging his sharp fingers into your thighs. You yelped out with masochistic thirst, arching your back.
He gave you a complete demand, “You are mine. Say it.”
“Ah, Viktor- I’m yours,” you whined, biting your lips with your eyes tightly closed as if you were trying to keep the idea to yourself. He wasn’t convinced.
“Look at me,” he demanded with quiet anger. You opened your eyes to the ceiling, then slowly looked down to him past your heaving chest.
“I’m… I’m yours, Viktor…” You stated directly to him with a shaky voice.
“You always have been,” he confirmed as fact, shifting his tongue directly into your opening, pressing hard against your swelling nerves.
You screamed out with pleasure, adjusting yourself mentally to the resounding sensitivity. Your body flushed with euphoria under him. If you couldn’t gather any control, you would completely come apart soon. He poked in and out of your hole with his tongue, running up to your eager clit, sucking and licking generously. Your body shuddered violently, finally giving into the moment.
“V-Viktor, ah… Gods, yes!” You moaned, curling your toes and squeezing his head between your thighs. He gripped them and spread them apart, giving himself more room to continue working you harder. He eyed your blissful expressions, finding little ways to jolt pleasure down your body to force you to convulse under his tongue.
You didn’t want to admit how embarrassingly close you were to reaching your limit, so you tried your best to stymie your hot build up.
After a few moments, he slowed his pace. “Mmhh,” he purred, pulling away to lick his lips. “Such a sensitive bundle of nerves…” he looked up at you with a satisfied smirk. “This was all it took for you to succumb to my whim?”
He had successfully crumbled your defensive walls, but with that comment, you felt bold enough to snap back. “What do you mean?! You’re the one that has me tied up here, you think I have a choice?!” You made sure to watch your wording, understanding there was a great risk of upsetting him.
“While that may be true, you never asked me to stop,” he stated, chuckling at your pained look. You realized just how badly you wanted him, especially after he spoke the truth. You had carefully curated your words so as to not upset him, but you also never told him to stop. Your desires were obvious and your guard was down… and you only wanted more. Your labored breathing filled the silence between you two; Viktor basking in every delicious sound you made.
“Th-that’s not fair,” you groaned, feeling him slowly lick the outside of your entrance to tease you. He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth.
“I know you want this just as badly as I do, my love,” he cooed, tracing your folds with his cold fingers. They were cold to the touch, creating a blissful jerk. You couldn’t deny his words any longer; he had you wrapped around his fingers.
“V-Viktor,” you murmured, blushing before you spoke louder. “Please…Untie me…”
He considered your request for a moment, eyebrows furrowing while he ran possible consequences through his head. You looked so desperate, but you had agreed with him about wanting more. His slender, yet muscular body eased back up above you, back in his original position. He wore a very serious expression.
“You will do as I say… or you will find yourself with a new mechanical limb. I will not hesitate. Do you understand?” He reached up for the wires but stopped right before them, awaiting your answer. Taking his threat very seriously, you nodded, a whine escaping from your lips.
“Y-yes,” you winced. He scowled with doubt in his eyes, leaning in to emphasize his serious threat.
“Yes, *my love*,” he corrected you, testing your fortitude.
You spoke confidently, although a bit shaky. “Yes, my love.”
A satisfied smirk crossed his lips again as he raised an eyebrow at you in a degrading manner. “Very good girl,” he purred, unraveling the wires that bound your wrists.
You pulled your arms down instantly, giving him a frustrated look. You rubbed your sore, tender wrists with a small pout.
“Now, my love,” his thick accent was smooth and sweet, feigning consideration as he loomed over you. His terrifying appearance starkly contrasted his velvety voice. “Would you like my cock down your throat or deep in your cunt?”
His question startled you both physically and mentally, causing you to choke out lightly. “S-Such vulgarity, Viktor,” you winced, eyes widening with disbelief. This was something you never expected to hear from him - not even from this new masochistic side.
Breathing heavily, he eased closer to your face. “I used to pleasure myself to the thought of fucking you in front of the entire council,” he whispered sharply, gauging your reaction. Your eyes dilated, throbbing at the absolutely degenerate thought. “Yes…The look on *his* face as I claimed you for myself in front of everyone,” his lips hovered over yours, teasing a kiss. “The smell of hot sex and the sound of your euphoric screams in that corrupt, filthy council room… How’s *that* for vulgar?” He grinned darkly.
You moaned automatically, completely entranced by his filthy narrative. It certainly was something else. You couldn’t help but get caught up in the moment, allowing that delicious fantasy to spread through your mind like a wildfire. You could never tell him how much that turned you on, but it would become obvious very soon.
“Th-that’s… *very* vulgar… m-my love,” your eyes flickered from his eyes to his growing erection, realizing he had removed his lower garments as he spoke. Bemused with himself, he moved off of you to his feet, jerking himself off slowly to maintain stiffness. You watched him with aroused intrigue, wondering how his new augmented body processed pleasure.
“Tell me your wildest fantasy of me,” he requested, enjoying the sight of you on the platform in only a shirt, your eager wetness pooling underneath you.
You were completely enraptured by him at this point. You spoke as if you were under a spell.
“…I used to think about sucking you off during your long days at the academy… under your desk until you were finished with me…” you confessed with half lidded eyes, watching him jerk himself harder to your story. He grunted with delight.
“No - that one is expected…” he chuckled, biting his lips and closing his eyes to concentrate on his own pleasure. He leaned onto the table with one hand, jerking with the other, locking eyes with you. “Tell me what your filthy, degenerate, isolated mind came up with when I ignored all of your little sexual advances…” His sharp smirk punctuated his request, enjoying the way your eyes widened.
You froze, nearly choking on your own drool. You wanted to ask him why he always ignored your advances, but you realized you would fall into his mental power trap. You had to give him something better. With a new focus, you scrolled through all your dirtiest fantasies, stopping on a really depraved one. Your eyes darkened.
“...I used to imagine holding you down and fucking you with a strap-on,” you purred, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck. He raised his brow with interest, leaning closer and listening with intrigue. “Back when you used to ignore me… I wanted to steal you away and watch you come undone beneath me. I hated how you teased me, Viktor.” Your eyes narrowed, showing contempt. “The way you breathed down my neck during study sessions… the way your eyes feasted on my ass in my little black skirt… I tried everything to win you over,” your words were like candy to him, watching him twitch with pleasure. “You were always so composed… I just wanted to make you wildly unravel. Contort beneath me; scream my name…”
“A-ah—“ He rolled his eyes, enjoying a sweet jolt up his stomach. “F-fuck… now that, I didn’t expect—” he choked out through grit teeth, his movements becoming more avaricious. In an instant, he hooked a couple fingers on your collar and yanket it off, then went for your bra clasps. You held him tightly, digging your fingers into his back as he worked quickly and roughly. Your bra dropped into your lap and he whisked it away.
You took notice of his impressive cock, amazed by its size and girth. The scars that surrounded it made you feel slightly concerned, but he didn’t give you a moment to think. He soaked in your bare body with hunger, then applied pressure to your chest with his cold, transmuted hands. You found yourself being pushed back against the table, moving your weight to your forearms. With greedy desire, he gripped your thighs and spread them apart, positioning himself right before your open heat. He moved his eager stiffness to your slick entrance, eyeing your expression before he continued. You licked your lips and locked eyes with him, smiling darkly.
He didn’t need confirmation for what he was about to do to you, but your sexy ardor made it so much easier.
He slid into you with ease; almost too effortlessly. Your overwhelming wetness coated his hard length, encouraging your walls to tighten around him. You yelped out with ecstasy, gripping at the smooth table for any relief. Your back naturally arched, but his strong hand reflexively fought against you, pressing your body back into place. His eyes rolled with pleasure as he thrusted into you faster, disallowing you any reprieve.
“Fuck, Viktor - that’s so good,” you whined, aimlessly trying to find any consolation. You ended up grabbing fistfulls of your own hair, fighting against the added pressure of his hand locked on your stomach. His hand felt for any movement he could gather from his huge erection deeply planted within you, heaving with enthusiasm. His expression of visceral thirst shot aching pangs of pleasure through your body.
You had fantasized about him railing you like this, but the added bonus of his newfound strength and vigor enhanced the moment more than you could ever imagine. It was too much, you were in shambles beneath him, a desperate mewling mess. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, unable to handle the intensity of his forceful fucking.
“That’s the look– ah–!” He grunted gutterally, closing his eyes to gather his focus as he kept thrusting. “That’s the look I wanted– oh *fuck*!” He threw his head back, trying his best to hinder the buildup of his orgasm. He couldn’t come this quickly; he was having thoroughly too much fun toying with you.
You suppressed your building climax the best you could, but you came first. Your body contorted and jolted under his hand’s heavy reign, clawing desperately on his forearm as he fucked you through your orgasm. He felt your tight contractions on his busy girth, creating a delicious wave of tingles for both parties.
You expected him to let up after making you come, but he didn’t. He kept up a consistent thrusting pace, watching you experience the most intense sensitivity you’d ever experienced before. He moaned through his laborious breaths, not holding back his delicious sounds for you. You were howling his name, struggling under his suffocating control. “V-Viktor please!! Stop– stop! It’s too-ah– much!!”
Without missing a beat, he immediately switched to another plan of attack, disconnecting from you and raising your legs over his shoulders. You yelped out and slipped onto your back, gaping in awe as he resumed fucking you with his tongue, pressing it hard into your cunt. He was rough and fast, bringing you to another breaking point. You came again, this time much harder.
“Viktor!! I can’t– I can’t!!” You slammed your hands on the table, sweaty palms sticking hard to the metal surface. He slowed his pace to an agonizing, sucking stop. Your body was shaking intensely, still recovering from the quakes and fissures that resided in your nerves. "Ah... M-My love, I..." you tried talking but your breath ran over your words, causing you to close your eyes and try to relax. With a gratified expression, he slowly lowered your legs, watching you recover. You opened your eyes to meet his, trying to enjoy your aftershocks, wondering what his next move would be.
"You came twice?" He asked, chuckling with a chiding look. You nodded slowly, your hooded eyes affixed on his. He began to stroke himself again, enjoying your answer. "It looks like you were the one to come undone, after all," he remarked.
You pulled yourself up, face still flushed red from your laborious breathing. Without saying another word, he grasped your neck gently with his hands, guiding your body to lay back down on the edge of the table. Your head hung off the table and your vision was now upside down, watching as he continued masturbating himself until he positioned himself at at your lips.
You opened your mouth slowly, hoping to the Gods you wouldn't choke to death on his length. He stroked your cheek tenderly, his eyes trailing up and down your naked body. "You're so subservient... such a good girl. If I knew you were this easy back in the academy days, I would have pursued you sooner..." With that statement, he slid himself down your throat, holding your neck firmly in place. Your gag reflex immediately set off with the applied pressure, causing you to send vibrations up his dick through your moans.
"Mmmmh..." he slowly fucked your throat, holding your struggling body down with both hands. He gripped your breasts roughly, giving them a firm squeeze while his thrusts picked up. You alleviated some of the pressure in your throat by creating a fist to your lips, masturbating him while sucking. The vulgar sounds of your coated groaning was music to his ears; he had already been pushed to his limit. And with very little shame, he was already approaching climax.
"Ah... Fuck-!" He pressed both of his hands around your neck and came into your throat effortlessly, leaning into your mouth while you squirmed for air. Your throat contracted with your gag reflex, swallowing his seed automatically. His groans muffled your choking, causing you to panic and push him away. He pulled out with your action as if it was his own idea, smiling with satisfaction from his orgasm. His breathing was shaky, looking down at you with a smile.
"I have made a decision for you," he commented, wiping some of his seed from your flushed lips. You swallowed again, the bitter taste of his cum settling in.
"What is it, my love?" You asked obediently, sitting up with a bit of hope. The biting chill of the room hit you the same way his words did. As much as you enjoyed the thrill of what took place tonight, you were painfully curious about how he was feeling now.
"You will stay with me." His ultimatum was cold and confident, his hand extending out as an offer to help you off the table. You hesitated, thinking about any repercussions that could come out of denying him. You had to take time to think about it, but for now, you complied. He pulled you off the table and pulled you into an embrace; the feeling of skin and machinery feeling very disorienting. You locked eyes with him as he finished his ultimatum.
"...You will serve as wonderful bait."