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it's only you to blame in this situation.
if it wasn't for you or your "bright" idea of helping one of the most creative yet cruel harbingers from snezhnaya — you could've stood in your little dark room of your frozen home safely. yet now, you tremble, not even knowing the cause why.
you're a human, much to your despise. a useless and visionless human too, so it's no big deal why you chose to join a dangerous and hatred mafia. a mafia that doesn't know mercy or tears, only taking what they want and ruining things as they please. maybe, if you had a vision, a pyro one preferably, you could've escaped the burning cold and seek another home far away in the rest of teyvat. but of course, you had to choose to take part of an organisation that once they find you left, they won't welcome you back… alive at the least.
yet now you're sitting in a room, much smaller than your own and trembling. your skin is heating up, it itches and hurts. the harbinger didn't mentioned anything about such effects, yet you believed him with no hesitation.
the potion il dottore asked you to take was simply enough a potion to test certain… reactions related to the 7 elements. yet now, you haven't come in contact with any element and you already feel your body getting weak and decaying. maybe the doctor lied to you only to test something more dangerous, it's in the harbingers nature to disrespect human life, even if they're pretty much like the others: human. but to think he'd lie to you only to get what he wants… to trick you, to destroy his promise…
soon enough the door opens and il dottore himself comes out of it.
—"ah, long time no see, little dove." he spoke in a calm way, yet you couldn't feel enough strength to answer him. "i suppose the potion did it's work, right? do you feel any.. palpitations? skin itching? burning? weakness? incapability to speak or pay attention? anything?"
his voice was calm, yet he was mocking you, mocking the way you're sitting here like a rat and not saying anything.
—"no need to feel mad at me, you have sighed with your own signature and your very own pen that you agree to have your body in my possession for a certain, didn't you? do i need to re-read the contract again?" the blue haired man asked soon enough after looking at your damned body with no expression.
the fact that he had an expressionless face as he looked at you was worse than having him to look at you with a smile.
—"....liar." that's all you could say as you felt your body tremble and weaken more. its like you just used a delusion for the very last time. before your life is decaying and crying out for help.
—"absolutely not." the man in a short mullet approached your fragile state. "the experiment was supposed to test your resistance to certain elements. yet it seems your resistance for hydro is worse than anticipated."
you looked at il dottore with confusion, but you quickly forgot about your feelings as the man suddenly gripped your soaked crotch with force. it was so sudden that you even forgot how to behave and let out a loud moan to cover the room. the man just laughed at your sick state.
—"ahaha, to think you let yourself get turned into a slut by water." dottore approached his free hand to his mouth to muffle another hysteric laugh he produced.
looking down, as if you were delusional, you noticed a big wet stain on your pants. you still remained speechless. its like the potion evolved and is corrupting you, like it chained you down to nothing but a corpse. a corpse that's only capable of sitting and staring at the man. but despite your lack of response the man still enjoyed toying with you.
—"hmm.. yes. i can conclude that the potion isn't boosting your resistance at all due to the fact that you're not one of those self-inflated fools, but that should be fixed once I'm done tinkering with you."
much to your dismay, the doctor takes away his fingers from your heated zone and proceeds to place them on your clothed thighs.
—"warm." he notes again as he brushes against the cotton material of your pants. his hands are big, maybe your whole breast fits inside of it. his fingers are long and pretty. or at least that's what you think, you can't properly see a lot of things on him due to the strict clothing he wears. maybe if he showed more skin like la signora maybe.
his hands slip past your thighs as they trace the line of your hips, quickly analyzing your tummy then stopping right where your breasts are.
oh.
oh.
your nipples are hard. and you think the doctor already noticed this already. unbuttoning the dark buttons of your shirt, he made enough space for your chest to be exposed well enough for him. good thing you wore a bra, but with such a thin material it's no big deal how the doctor noticed your whoreness.
you carved him to touch you, to touch you there, then touch you lower. no, you carved him to be inside and take away your insufferable heat.
he gripped your breasts and played with your soft skin, tracing different shapes there. you whined, you wanted him to touch you lower, your nipples maybe. your mound. your cunt. your clit. your greedy walls that'd swallow him whole.
his hands quickly left your chest behind, looking back at him with need he didn't say anything but draw his eyes across your poor body. looking at him, it somewhat hit you. you're not here for such acts, but moreover to help him test potions. your dumbass and foolish brain tricked you again. or maybe /he/ tricked you to think this way.
he probed at your neck, making you twist your head in all kinds of positions to see the effects of his nasty potion. but soon enough he pressed his finger at the entrance of your patient lips and you let him in. which seemed to be your worst idea, as he immediately pressed them deep inside your throat, making you gag. feeling a weird sensation in your stomach, you unconsciously held his arm, your whole body feeling weird.
crying out, you felt your stomach twist, soonly throwing up all on the floor, hoping that it won't stain you or the doctor's outfit. you couldn't even look, you just closed your eyes and hoped for the better. the taste it left in your mouth, aftermath after you've just let go of every disgusting, half eaten, half burnt thing you ate before, unrecognizable to your eye anymore. opening your eyes in an instant, you could finally see them, unrecognizable to you. your throat felt sore, your tongue had a taste similar to alcohol, but sweet and bitter… it disgusted you. yet only then, did you realize dottores hand is still in your mouth, or at least two of his fingers. his sleeve and gloves stained with the elements that were once in your stomach.
this man is sick in the brain. looking lower at his body, a tent was already setting up in his pants… just for seeing you vomit.
—"ah, yes. seems the test i've subjected you to is finally over.' the man hummed in satisfaction. "i have to take a few notes… so maybe it'd be good if you could help me with another thing while i note them down…"
♡
in less than minutes, you found yourself standing on your knees, dottores cock right in front of you, meanwhile, dottore himself was resting on his chair, a notebook in his hands. you still have no idea why you agreed to do it in the first place. perhaps it's because this man has a charm in him, but it's still… distressing. the vomit from not so long ago was still lingering on your tongue, some of it stained your shirt too.. now to sit in such a small, tight place, under his desk and to pleasure him.. nervously placing your hands on his shaft, you started off by licking the excess precum lingering on his tip, while your hands touched areas where you can't reach right now.
—"don't worry, after we're done the payment will be directly sent to your house via our much more specialized members." the doctor said. "not as if you're not as specialized, as long as you didn't get yourself in any trouble with the ones from above and got yourself that shiny crystal deluding yourself to have actual strength, i can see you just a rank below our tsaritsa."
continuing to suckle on his cock, you couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed… angered even. this man…. implying you're like prostitute.. as if you actually came here for this sort of business… or perhaps, you got yourself fooled again, having to think that /he/ invited you here just for this. at the same time, your cunt vibrating and pushing out more liquid in response to that medicine you took. continuing to take him, you shortly took his whole tip in, more euphoria creeping up in his body as you gave it a hard suck. wandering your tongue all over his tip, you continued to indulge him in more pleasure, clasping his shaft in your hands, you continued to massage his base at the same time. hearing a sharp gasp coming out from the doctor's mouth, it didn't take long for you to finally hear him speak.
—"ah.. maybe… maybe twenty thousand mora is enough? after all… mmm.. it's the language everyone speaks, but.. if you want to double it then you can— come again next time, yes?" feeling his red gaze pinch your soul, you nodded, continuing to take him. "good… ah.. so good for me…"
with a look of gratitude on your face, you continued to lick down at every emerging droplet from his shaft, soon enough, taking enough courage for you to try to fit him whole in your mouth. as you managed to get more of him in, you finally let out tongue wander against his veins bulging from his shaft. just as your shiny lips continued to brush against his swollen shaft, you felt his lips continue to pulsate and throb. how cute ♡
—"ah… you vamp..! i'm already so close…" next thing you heard were his praises, continuing to tell you the same thing over and over, or were they simply just echoing in your tired head? "gods, just continue.."
as you kept sucking on his cock, you felt more of his scent lingering on your taste buds, washing off the old, mildly disgusting taste of your vomit. doubling your efforts, you kept sucking on him, your hand too, hard at work at squeezing him and forcing his juices in. in a fraction of a second, you finally felt salty nectar drop on your tongue, some of it in your throat too, but you didn't stop yet. continuing with the sucks, you continued to take his cum, considering it better than your own vomit. the stimulation causing yet more shiny liquids to come out.
finally, you pulled out, swallowing his load one by one… but by the time you reached your head to see the mad doctor, you could notice his sketchbook stabbed with his pen, dottore holding onto the desk and breathing heavily.
goddamnit.