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You have a perfect boyfriend. His name is Pantalone.
The two of you met in the bar on a cold winter night. It was during the time when he was still running a small business. He was a poor man, but there was nothing that ever stopped him from seeking wealth and success. Those are his goals in life, the way he wishes to chase his own happiness.
Sometimes, however, he had to let out his frustrations caused by the constant failures.
You were there for the same reason. Another night of intrusive thoughts. Life was simply rough, and a little tipsiness just happened to be the perfect way you needed to temporarily forget about all the pain and worries.
"It's so unfair... Even though I work harder than everyone else, nobody ever acknowledges that..."
Pantalone glared at the bartender with an irritated expression and held up his glass filled with the famous Snezhnayan beverage, the Fire-Water.
"...just because I don't have a damn Vision!"
He loudly exclaimed as he slammed the glass on the bar counter.
You gazed at Pantalone from the side. He was just two seats separated from you. This stranger seems relatable, was what you thought. You started conversing with him, out of desire to console this stranger, but also hoping to find some sort of relief for your own troubles. The two of you could perhaps help each other out, and that intuition was right.
It started off as simply exchanging complaints and crying out your troubles to one another, then a round of encouragement to cheer each other up, but as the night went on, those things turned into cheerful laughter as the two of you continuously shared amusing stories. It felt like a magical moment where all the bad things around you suddenly disappeared because you had Pantalone, and he had you.
That was undeniably one of the best nights in your life, not just because you had a buddy to talk with, but it was also the first time you ever felt understood by another person. For Pantalone, it was the same.
You also never expected to meet him again, just another month later. It was as if fate brought you together. Neither of you wanted to let this precious chance slip by because there might not be another encounter like this again.
He was the first to approach you. With a shy little smile, he said, "Hello, we meet again."
Ever since then, you two gradually grew closer to each other. It already started off as a friendship that was unusually deep for two people who have only met twice. You may have continued experiencing hardships, but you had someone who always supported you. You were also there to witness him climbing higher and higher over time, while you always had his back. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say you pulled each other out of the seemingly everlasting darkness and misery, the abyss.
This friendship has surely developed further, bloomed into admiration, adoration, love, infatuation, and desire. The desire to be together forever.
"I love you, Pantalone."
You confessed in between the warm, passionate kisses you shared with Pantalone, and he accepted that with just a simple "Mhm, me too. I love you too." That was all it took. It didn't need more words because actions speak louder than words. The next day he had already invited you to live with him. It was a relationship that just formed very naturally. It was a given that all of this would happen. That was what you both thought.
Pantalone was also a very patient and kind man. No matter what it is, he'll grant you any requests. He would do anything just to make you smile. If you happen to have a bad day, he would stay by your side for as long as you wanted while trying to comfort you by doing everything he could. That immense kindness really made you happy.
He also never let his frustrations out on you. No matter how hard a day he may have been through, he would always free up some time to spend with you, he would always make an effort to put on a smile and be his usual, considerate self. After all, he didn't want you to feel bad because of him. His love for you was unconditional.
Truly, you have a perfect boyfriend.
-
After another long day of work, you quickly went home to take a bath. It will be Pantalone's birthday next week, and you wish to give him a nice celebration, so you planned an appointment with Dottore to brainstorm ideas today.
Despite being a sadistic mean bastard most of the time, he can occasionally be quite considerate in certain ways. He is close companions with Pantalone, and one with a keen eye can tell he actually enjoys your boyfriend's company a lot, even though he always denies that. This tsundere bastard.
Dottore seems to particularly enjoy teasing you, though. He always makes irritable remarks about you. You would like to say you have already grown immune to his snarkiness, yet somehow, he manages to tick you off every time. You aren't particularly thrilled to go to his lab today for that reason, but for your boyfriend's sake, it's worth the trouble.
When you arrive at Dottore's lab, basically his second home, he stands at the entrance inspecting you.
"Hm, that outfit looks pretty good..."
Your jaw almost drops to the ground at that statement. There is no way Dottore would compliment anyone, especially you. Unless it is meant in a sarcastic way or this is an imposter who is terrible at his job. Maybe Celestia is crashing down on you tomorrow...
"What's gotten into you?" you say as you amusedly laugh at the bastard-man, "You happen to be one of Dottore's clones who isn't evil?" However, there is no response coming from him. You don't see his usual unreadable smile that hints at absolute mischief; it's just a completely deadpan face. He also looks mildly tired. It makes you slightly concerned about him, as crazy as that may sound. "Are you okay?" you softly ask, contrasting your usual tone towards him.
It is hard to tell since he has a mask on, but you can tell his eyes are looking at you. He is staring at you intently; it's the same face he has when he's plotting a new experiment. That has lasted for merely a few seconds, and he puts on his usual unreadable smile again. The smile that looks charming from the perspective of an outsider but is actually telling you that you're stupid.
"I think you misunderstand. I was complimenting the outfit, not the person."
In all honesty, you do find that a bit disappointing to hear, but you accept that that is just how Dottore is. Keeping it cool, you dryly respond: "I know that."
This time he snickers at you. He has always found you easy to bully. Your stubbornness in refusing to admit that you were bothered by his comments is also very endearing to him, which makes you his most targeted victim. It makes him wonder if Pantalone is a tsundere-magnet. Maybe he would do an experiment on him to confirm this hypothesis.
"Well smarty, why don't you come in first," he says mockingly, then turns around, facing his lab, to walk back inside. You trail after him into the lab as you enthusiastically look around. You have been here for a few times already, yet this space still fascinates you and keeps you entertained every time.
Thousands of small compartments are scattered around the place, each of them serving its own purpose in the final product. There are a few Chaos Cores of different sizes and made of different materials lying on the table against the wall. Next to those are some design drafts of his Ruin toys. There are also instruments that are used to measure the durability of the compartments based on different types of factors to sort out the most optimal one out of all.
The most spectacular thing, however, is the 'shell' of a Ruin Guard hanging in the middle of this room. It does not have a Core inserted and is clearly still in its construction phase. You find it amazing that you get to observe something magnificent such as this in real life, when it can normally only be found in books. That is the one and only privilege and advantage of being acquainted with Dottore the Bastard.
"Hey, you can also sit down first," Dottore gestures for you to sit on the wooden chair at the side of this room. He tries to sound annoyed, but it's easy to tell that he takes pride in all of his creations in this lab and it gives him an ego boost when you use sparkly eyes to look at his models.
You walk to the area he is pointing at and sit down on the wooden chair. Although hard and not meant to be used for long periods, it's still pretty comfortable to sit on, surprisingly.
"Want something to drink?"
"I'd like some tea, please. If you wouldn't mind not putting poison in it."
The two of you chuckled together, making it sound like a joke. You did not say that jokingly, however, because Dottore is not the usual kind of man. He is a menace, a bastard, inside the body of a suave-looking gentleman.
There was a time he put a frog's legs in your tea. Another time, he put a lizard's tail in it. The worst one you've had so far was a fish's eye. This fucker.
You quickly give him an impassive impression for a slightly threatening effect to imply your seriousness, which simply makes him laugh harder.
"I'll think about it, okay?"
Knowing Dottore, he would definitely put weird stuff in the tea in the name of scientific research. He soon comes back with two cups of tea and places it down on the coffee table in front of you.
"Here you go."
He sits down on the chair across from you, crossing his long and slender legs. He leans back, and his hands are placed on top of his thigh, fingers interlaced. His form appears to be very comfortable.
Surprisingly, there seems to be nothing out of the ordinary about your tea. At least it's nothing that you can see. It doesn't smell strange either, just a pleasant, floral, and almost tempting scent. Besides, he didn't take ten whole minutes to brew tea like usual, assuming sixty percent of that is spent on preparing the additional ingredient.
Is he too tired, or is Dottore actually tame when Pantalone is not around? Does he pull pranks on you because he wants to get a reaction out of Pantalone? You smile to yourself, thinking how Dottore's behaviour is rather adorable for a grown-up man, a Fatui Harbinger at that.
"What are you grinning like a fool for?"
Dumbfounded, Dottore questions, a huffy laugh escapes him.
"Nothing," you answer, without letting your smile fade away. You take a sip of your tea. No freaky taste, no weird feeling. In fact, it even tastes amazing. It's safe. You've never drunk any beverage provided by Dottore that isn't bizarre in some way before. Is Celestia actually going to destroy Teyvat soon?
"It's good, isn't it?" Dottore chuckles. It's actually weird. He seems much more serious than his cheeky and sassy self that is normally displayed. He looks at you with pursed lips, expectantly.
He wants to see his experiment to be a success, after all.
Soon you feel a sense of dizziness kicking in. You feel tired, you feel a shrinking sensation of consciousness. You feel like your mind is detaching from your body. You feel like you're about to fall off a cliff, so you lean your back against the chair for support.
As if your eyelids couldn't resist gravity any longer, they cover your eyes like a blanket. Trying to fight that force, you bitterly look at Dottore for one last time before your consciousness leaves you completely.
"Seems like I have won again, sweetheart."
This man tricked you, he tricked you into thinking he wasn't his usual self, he tricked you into thinking you're safe, like a skillful hunter deceiving his prey. However, he does not smirk to demonstrate his smugness. He does not laugh in a sinister way to celebrate his victory; he slightly tugs his lips to give you his signature smile, the unreadable one. He is not pulling a random prank on you. It is something he has planned and calculated carefully since the beginning, not a gamble. He knew he was going to win.
-
"It's about time you wake up, isn't it?"
A familiar voice enters your ear. You try your very best to lift your eyelids. Luckily, the room is rather dark, making it easier for you to open your eyes. You are greeted by a flat surface, which appears to be the ceiling.
"Where am I...?"
You look around to find yourself lying on a bed in a place you've never been to. It's a small and rather enclosed space. On the edge of the bed sits Dottore, who is regarding you in silence. Carefully, he puts a hand on your cheek. His thumb grazes your flesh with tenderness. It sends shivers down your spine.
"The hell are you doing?"
This place is dangerous, this man even more so. That's what your natural instinct cries out. This mad scientist might cut you open for one of his cloning experiments while your boyfriend isn't around. In an attempt to defend yourself, you furiously push his hand away and try to stand up, to run away, to leave this place immediately. It was to no avail. All sensations in your legs are gone; they have no strength.
Your eyes widen frantically, directing your gaze towards Dottore to demand a proper explanation. He could only smile playfully at the anxious expression on your face. It arouses him.
"It's fine. I just used a bit of anesthetic on your lower legs, so you'd be easier to handle," he chuckles in a low voice. "It should be gone in a few hours."
That did not clear anything up. In fact, it only confuses you even more. Does he want to amputate your legs? You should've known this guy is up to know good the moment you came here. Thus, you raise your voice: "It's not fine? Why are you doing this?!"
He moves his hand to your thigh and starts caressing it slowly, seductively. You softly exhale from the sudden contact, brows furrowed. Your eyes watch his palm, moving up and down your inner thigh systematically. The repeated movement, along with the warmth and tingling, drives you crazy.
"Seems like you can feel this part, at least."
He squeezes your thigh slightly to get a stronger reaction out of you. You throw a punch at him out of fear, only for your fist to be locked tightly in his grip. He swiftly grabs you by your wrists and pins them down above your head. Using one hand, he detaches one of his belt straps from his arm and wraps it around your wrists. In the blink of an eye, your wrists are tightly bound together, to the point it hurts when you try to shift them. You could only yell at the bastard.
"Dottore!"
"Don't worry, I'm not trying to hurt you."
Ignoring your further protests, he removes his mask, climbs on top of you so his face meets yours. He was dangerously close.
"I'll make you feel good, okay?"
Before you can say anything, his lips already crashed onto your. The kiss is rough but passionate. You try to resist by keeping your mouth closed, by not giving in to the temptation, but his tongue would still end up finding its way between your lips, just like the way he always manages to fluster you with his teases. There is no room to breathe, let alone protesting. It leaves you panting in between the wet kisses. You want to push him away, but you can't.
Since the space is pretty small and the silence around you is overwhelming, the erotic, wet noises the two of you make loudly ring in your ears. His tongue waltzes with yours as he vigorously explores all the nooks and crannies inside of your mouth. The temperature is rising, it feels like your mouth is burning, but in a pleasant way...
"I didn't know... you can... kiss so sexily~"
He lightly pushes his crotch against your private area to enhance the pleasure. A soft whimper accidentally escapes you. It sounds like music to Dottore's ears causing him to groan as well.
"Is this how you kiss with Pantalone, too?"
Your cheeks flush red. Ears burning flames at the mention of your significant other. Truth to be told, Pantalone has never gone rough on you. Kissing with him is although passionate, but always very gentle. Sometimes, you wish he did.
When your lips parted, a thin strand of saliva stretched itself until it broke. He looks at you with lust, completely, enamoured with and enticed by your breathless form.
His hands travel to your blouse and proceed to unbutton it, his lips trail over your skin. From the jaw, to the neck, to the collarbone, his tongue gently trails over your skin.
You bite back your moans, not wanting him to hear them. You can't give him what he wants, so you attempt to put your biceps over your mouth to suppress the sounds, but Dottore doesn't allow you. He subtly pushes your hands away and keeps them immobile.
"Don't do that," he puts his lips on yours again. Completely drunk off the soft, warm feeling of your mouth. "Let me hear how good you feel."
He lifts your back up slightly and wastes no time to remove your blouse along with your undergarment, revealing your bare chest to him.
Because of the heat, he also strips some of his clothing off, down to his black shirt with his harness. Meanwhile, his lips never broke contact with yours.
"...stop!"
You're slurring your words, making them almost inaudible and incomprehensible. Though you know that Dottore hears it, as he tugs up the corner of his lips after hearing your comment. He does not plan on stopping.
He regards your upper body quietly, mouth agape in slight awe and absolute appreciation, cheeks slightly pink out of excitement. He shakily exhales, extremely satisfied with the sight of your appetising body.
He holds you by the waist with his large hands, slowly moving their way up, tracing the shape of your body. He then grabs your breast with one hand, softly squeezing the fat. A whimper slips out your mouth again, Dottore takes it as a sign to continue.
His long and delicate index finger starts rubbing and playing with your already erected nipple. As to not neglect your other one, he uses his skillful mouth to vigorously lick and suck on it.
You feel disgusted by the fact that you are being touched in this way by a man who you are not in love with, but even more disgusted by yourself for enjoying these intimate acts so much.
But it feels so damn good.
"Just- stop it already..."
"Aw, don't say that. We only just started. Besides..." Without seizing his fingers' movements, the rapid twirling, pinching and pulling, he moves next to your ear and playfully whispers: "...You also want more, don't you?"
Before you can retort, he pinches your nipple harshly. You cry out in both pain and pleasure, which turns him on even more
"It's about time..."
Dottore rolls up his sleeves, flexing his considerably toned forearms, preparing to move on to the next step.
He lifts up your skirt slowly, building up the tension. He holds back the urge to just rip off your last piece of clothing and violate your private area with his own because he wants you to be the one to want that. He wants you to beg for more. He wants to turn your agitation into desperation.
He knows you are headstrong and stubborn, he knows you wouldn't easily admit that you want him, he knows you wouldn't just give him what he wants, so he will need to take the time and effort to break you. It doesn't matter to him anyway. He loves playing mind games with you.
He is greeted by the sight of your black tights wrapped around your beautiful thighs and, most importantly, your private zone. It's faint, but he can smell the sweat between your moisty inner thighs and the aroma of your vagina.
Dottore presses his thumb on your clitoris and slowly rubs small circles on it. The stimulating sensation is addictive, but not to the point where you can't control yourself. You breathed in and out slowly to calm yourself down.
Impressed by your persistence, he starts putting more pressure into his circling movements, intensifying your enjoyment. You shudder from your hips up to your neck, like a shock wave, then it comes out as a whine.
He reaches to the waistband of your clothing and pulls down every last piece that you had on, revealing your naked skin. You feel a cold breeze against your lower region.
You immediately close your legs out of embarrassment, thighs glued to each other, so he won't see your privates.
"Don't-"
Dottore pulls your legs apart with ease. Since your lower leg muscles are still at a loss of sensation, it didn't take him much strength to hold them apart. You know further resistance would be futile.
"Hm? Your cunt is eager to be watched though."
He takes off his gloves and uses his bare fingertip to trace over your labia. Your juices stick to his fingers. "You're already this wet, huh?"
Without hesitating, he puts a finger into your vagina. It's slick enough to slide in without causing you pain, so he slips in a second one as well. Slowly but firmly, he moves his finger in and out. The thumb of his other hand rubs circles on your swollen clitoris again.
Your walls are burning hot and Dottore feels it on his fingers. You also feel your walls stretching, causing a slight ache, but it all soon turns into pleasure. Seeing your expression become relaxed, he starts to pick up the pace.
"These sounds are so fucking lewd."
You bite your lips and close your eyes, hoping to find some relief. Yet doing that only amplifies your sense of touch, you feel Dottore's motion of going back and forth even stronger now. It drives you crazy, just like the mixed emotion of love and hate that is currently firing at each other in your mind.
At some point, he curls his digits, hitting you g-spot perfectly. You feel it in your bladder, sending your whole back arching. You shoot open your eyes at the unexpected ecstasy, it snaps you back to reality. He snickers at your reaction.
"So you like it rough, huh? What a whore.~"
You frantically shake your head, denying his statement. "No? You're not a bitch? Even though you take me so well?"
He continuously abuses your g-spot using his long fingers to stimulate you more and more, almost violently. Not having forgotten about your swollen clitoris in the meantime.
"Is this how Pantalone usually does it as well?"
Your walls are clenched tightly around Dottore's fingers when he mentioned the name of your boyfriend. You don't answer, so he presses on further, "Does he also go so rough on you? Does he violate your pussy like this, hm?"
No, he doesn't. He's always very tender, like he's handling a delicate piece made out of glass, because you are his treasure.
Reminiscing about your time with Pantalone, you feel the immense sense of guilt flooding back all over again. You especially feel guilty for having forgotten about the sense of guilt for even a moment.
"Th- That's enough...!"
You try to shout aloud, while fighting the urge to cum. You are really close to orgasm, so you wish to stop the intimate acts before it happens. You don't want to cum on Dottore's fingers, not his.
"It's not nearly enough, is it?" he joyfully says, his hands showing no signs of stopping. "We still haven't thought of a way to celebrate Pantalone's birthday after all."
You actually forgot that is what you came here for. Now is not the time to think about that though. How are you supposed to make up plans for your boyfriend's birthday while you're cheating on him at the exact same time?
The discomfort is growing in your stomach, the confusion between the stimulation you're physically receiving and the shame that is mentally haunting you. Like two parameters trying to fight for territory, to edge each other out.
You feel like you could explode at any moment.
Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes. You wish you could persist a little longer, to prove that you are loyal to Pantalone, to deny that another man is making you feel better than your significant other.
But you can't.
You decide to relax your body, letting Dottore win this one. All the held-back pants, whimpers, moans and screams immediately burst out. Seeing you finally surrender makes Dottore proud and content, a toothy grin comes into view.
"Yes... let it all out."
"I'm... close...!"
He violates your vagina and clitoris until you climax, until you arch your spine, until you throw your head back out of euphoria. Your fluids flow out like a river, gliding over his fingers, all the way to his wrist. He doesn't stop his movement, letting you finish your orgasm.
"Look at this. So much came out."
He directs his crimson eyes at you, very pleased with your performance. "You did so well.~"
Tears that threatened to spill a moment ago have finally come out, unable to bear the stimulation. It feels like a relief of stress to you, as if all your worries just faded away. Dottore moves his face to meet yours, so he could kiss away your tears and savour the taste, the taste of victory. He enjoys every last bit of it. His attention soon moves to your gaping mouth again. Your lips gravitate to each other like magnets. The kiss is a bit softer this time, but still full of emotions. His hands roam all around your body, touching each of your sensitive spots. Your hips shoot up, hitting his. He groans against your lips and you feel it at the back of your throat.
Your private spot feels cold after he pulls out. So when your lips part, you softly plead.
"Mm, Dottore, please..."
He loves seeing you get out of character and throw away your self pride to get what you want. But of course, he won't waste the chance to tease you about it.
"Hm? Please, what? You have to say it properly."
"Please put it in."
"Put what in?"
He doesn't even try to feign ignorance to hide the fact that he knows exactly what you mean. He just blatantly and shamelessly wants to tease you about it. You wish you could hit him, but you can't. You're too tired for that anyway, you just want his shaft.
"Your... cock..."
He laughs, thinking that you're just way too cute. "Good girl.~"
You blush at his remark. Getting praised by him makes you happy, but also slightly humiliated.
"But not now. Wait a little longer, okay?"
He moves his face close to your privates this time. Using his tongue, he teases your poor cunt. He inserts his wet muscle, moving circles in your hole to follow the outline, then exits the hole to lick and slurp on the outside of your vagina. This process keeps getting repeated inconsistently, while his thumb moves to vibrate your clitoris again, multiplying the euphoria.
The stimulation is so strong, it didn't take much time for you to feel another climax coming. The frequency of your pants exponentially increases, as you start arching your back again.
You reach your climax again in no time. Trembling twice as hard as you did last time. So much is coming out that it's dripping down to Dottore's chin, even his neck. He continues to vigorously lick and slurp on your vagina, loudly swallowing your juices, like a hungry predator that hasn't eaten for weeks, finally having found his prey to feast on. He can't help but get drunk off your delicious, sinful taste. The flavour he's been longing for since forever.
When he finally parts from your pussy, he is panting hard, like he held his breath in for a long time, which he probably did.
"You came a lot... even though you just came not so long ago."
He lustfully looks into your eyes, his smile still present on his face. "Such a slutty cunt."
You blush, brows furrowed, wanting to retort his 'accusation'.
"Not true."
"Oh? We'll see about that..."
His hands travel to the waistband of his pants. He unbuttons his pants, slides the zipper down and pulls down his pants enough to release the bulge that's been poking at the fabric for some time now. You are impressed by the way he managed to keep it caged for so long.
His penis is quite long, according to your visual inspection, it might be around 18 centimeters with considerable girth to it. On top of that, it looks clean and gorgeous, almost as elegant as the aura this man gives off, even though you would never admit thinking that. You gulp at the beauty in front of you, not sure how to react to this surprising discovery.
He positions his cock right outside your vagina, slowly moving towards the opening, before you interrupt him.
"What if Pantalone finds out...?"
He stops to look at you in contemplation. Noticing a hint of worry in your eyes, he smiles and reassures you.
"You don't have to worry."
"I lured you into a wolf's lair, I made advances on you against your will, didn't I?"
"And you just simply obliged, because there was nothing else you could do."
"This is all my fault. I'm responsible for this."
Except he doesn't seem to feel remorseful about it at all.
He continues, "Besides, Pantalone doesn't get mad at you no matter what you do, right? He is a softie to you, so even if you are doing this stuff with me..."
He grabs your thighs and puts them on top of his shoulder, as he presses his cock against the exterior of your hole.
"...and even if you may have enjoyed this a bit too much, he'll kindly forgive you. So don't worry, just enjoy.~"
It's not like you feel any sort of relief, but you know what he says is true. Pantalone doesn't lash out on you, he never does. No matter what you have done, no matter how wrong it may have been, he'll always kindly tell you that it's fine. It would be nice if he could just scold you for doing something so unforgivable, but you know he wouldn't.
Maybe he doesn't want to hurt your feelings or make you uncomfortable and you appreciate that, but it surely makes you feel tired.
At a slow pace, Dottore pushes his cock into your hole. The both of you moan at the same time at this intoxicating feeling that you have been waiting for.
Although your walls are pretty stretched, the pain is minimal, thanks to the foreplay.
Your warm, gummy walls are wrapped tightly around his cock and like an automatic response, your pussy pulls his cock in like its life depends on it. Not even Dottore expected such a strong suction.
"Oho, slow down."
It amazes you how well his cock fits in your cunt, almost resembling a lock and its corresponding key, as if his shape is made to match yours. That thought makes your body burn in flames.
Considering that you don't feel any discomfort or pain, he starts moving his cock. Building up his speed steadily, so you wouldn't reach your climax too quickly.
As you're both warmed up and comfortable, he starts going harder. His thrusts are strong and ruthless. His cock pokes all your preferred spots like hitting the bullseye. You realise how skilled he is at this, unexpectedly. You thought he was a nerd who didn't engage in human contact, but it seems like he may have had quite a few experiences with people.
You look at him in contemplation, thinking about all the things he might have done before to be this good. To which he questions: "What are you thinking about?"
So you lie: "Pantalone."
"Oh, still thinking about him? Even though I'm the one penetrating you right now? How loyal of you.~"
You pout at his tease, considering it borderline bullying at this point.
"Why don't we just do this on his birthday? To celebrate, I mean." He snorts at his own ludicrous proposal, finding it an amusing way of celebration and not a bad one at that. "I'm sure he would be delighted to see his darling in this state. We could even invite him to join."
The walls of your vagina immediately clutches his cock again, pretty much an instinctive reaction. The imagination of your boyfriend joining a session like this does make you tense up.
"You... dirty, perverted woman."
His head moves down to yours, cueing you to open your mouth and stick your tongue out. His lips smack yours again and his tongue licks every corner of your mouth's interior.
At the same time, his hands move to your breasts to give them a squeeze and to play with your hard nipples again.
The stimulation coming from all sides sends you straight into paradise. You feel that you're going to cum again soon and moan into his mouth. In return, he moves even faster to make you orgasm, as well as himself.
At the peak of euphoria, the two of you cum together. He shoots his semen straight into your uterus. You also discharge a ton of your own fluids that was dripping down to your anus. He continues thrusting until both of your climaxes die out.
You both are panting heavily, two trembling mess. Dottore slowly pulls himself out, admiring his own work with an elated face.
"This load... might get you pregnant."
You better wish he has some contraceptive medicines in store...
After you both have come down from your high, he tells you to turn around.
"This time I'm gonna put it in from the back, okay? That way I can go even deeper."
As if he didn't go deep enough already, but you aren't opposed to the idea of getting on all fours, so you oblige to his demand.
He quickly grabs your hips, wasting no time to insert his cock, he is so desperate to feel you more. The moment he is inside you again, you feel how sore your vagina already is after the long abuse it just went through, yet his warmth still makes you feel very comfortable.
His touchy hand reaches for your hanging breasts again, pinching your still rock-hard nipples. His other hand moves from caressing the smooth skin of your round butt to rubbing your clitoris that has been deprived of touch for a while now, so you feel it well.
You softly moan into the air, saliva slowly going down to your chin. Your arms are trembling under you, struggling to support your weight.
He continues his advances on you. Bending down to your back, he starts licking, kissing and sucking on your skin, leaving behind several hickeys on your neck, shoulders and back. His tongue feels so warm on your skin, you wish he could go on forever.
"Dottore, Dottore, Dottore..."
You didn't plan on doing so, but his name just casually escapes your lips as a quiet mumble. Shamelessly reciting the name of the bastard who is penetrating your insides, his body being the only thing on your mind. You just can't think straight anymore.
Although the wet sounds caused by his cock's attacks on your sex organ and the skin-slapping sounds that echo throughout the room are both ringing very loudly in your ears. Dottore can also hear your almost inaudible mumbles very clearly. It sends him shivering and encourages him to fuck you even harder.
"Mm, turn this way," he breathily urges.
Your wrists are still bound together, and you're sure they're going to bruise. But you can hardly turn around like that, so Dottore simply wraps his arm around your breasts and pulls you up. His grip on your breast is really strong, his nails are digging into your skin. But you don't feel pain, your sense of pain is long since gone.
You turn around to be greeted with another wet kiss. It's difficult to kiss this way, but it just makes you all the more desperate for each other. All the more it enhances this heated session.
"Ah, won't you become my plaything from now on?"
"Don't be- ridiculous..."
"Ha... am I though? I think your honest cunt just betrayed you, it clenched my cock so... fucking tightly."
You stay silent, refusing to confirm or deny his utterance, so he moves next to your ear and whispers lowly, "You like this idea, don't you? Or would you prefer to be my test subject? Either is fine by me.~"
For fuck's sake.
Even the way he talks to you. The annoying remarks with his disgustingly sweet tone.
It all turns you on.
Before your brain gets completely melted, mind going completely blank, you think about how Dottore is everything that Pantalone isn't, but this thing that Pantalone lacks is exactly what you've been longing for.
Pantalone is the textbook definition of a perfect boyfriend. He is mature and understanding. He is kind and considerate. He takes great care of you and never lashes out on you.
Truly, he is a perfect boyfriend. But too perfect.
It makes you wonder if he actually trusts you as his significant other. It makes you wonder if you're unreliable. It makes you wonder if you're needed at all.
You do love him. His kindness was what made you fall for him. But you really miss his emotional self that you never got to see again. That side of him that you got to see on your first night in the bar. When he broke his usual calm and collected self and voiced out all his frustration and dissatisfaction. Although a bit loud and long-winded, he felt so real and humane that time. It makes you wonder if that night was actually a dream.
You just wish he would rely on you a bit more.
Like Dottore, who is now using you for his own pleasure, mercilessly shredding your walls without any care in the world, making the two of you look like mating animals. It doesn't involve rationality, just raw wildness, pure chaos and explosive emotions. All the things that you are never going to achieve with Pantalone.
You feel ashamed for being ungrateful, even though Pantalone did everything to make you happy.
You used to think Pantalone and you were meant to be.
But what if it wasn't Pantalone you met on that night but someone else? Everything could be completely different now.
If it was Dottore that you came across, maybe it would be him that you're dating now. But instead of him, would it then be Pantalone who's thrusting his cock into you now, because you crave for his kindness after Dottore's constant roughness that you would have had to deal with?
You don't want to think about that possibility.
Man, I'm so tired.
While Dottore is still dominating your cunt, you hear faint noises from the outside, like a person's footsteps, which snaps you out of your thoughts. You turn around to look at Dottore expectantly, waiting for his response to a newcomer's arrival.
"Oh," he says, seeming to have realised something important.
So you ask, "What?"
He stops his movements and looks at you with a mysterious expression. You don't understand what he's getting at. He laughs apologetically, but his face is full of excitement and mischief.
"It seems like I forgot to cancel my meeting with Pantalone today..."