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Victor’s first reaction to seeing the billowing curtain was relief.
His penance for creating the creature, and for suffering through what came after, was about to come to a close. However, his relief did not keep the hairs on the end of his neck from rising in animal terror, or keep his fingers from trembling around his cane. Looking around the dark suite, at once his only private space and yet another foreign room in this estate, he shivered. The cold was almost a comfort as a sweat broke out along his brow and lower back, keeping his shirt stuck fast to his spine.
“Come out of the shadows, if you are here,” he breathed, leaning on his cane unsteadily. His breath hitched as he took in the hulking form of the creature, now clad in fur and sporting long, unkempt hair that looked bloodstained even in the soft moonlight. The creature’s one yellow eye gleamed in the candlelight and Victor was struck by how inhuman he appeared, covered in fur and shrouded in darkness as he was.
“Are you here to thank me? You survived, and are intelligent enough to have found me,” Victor said, the tremor in his voice betraying his fear, “I made you well.”
“I need, you to make—a companion for me,” the creature said, voice lilting and stuttering but clear in intention.
“One… like me.”
Victor’s brows arched toward his hairline.
“A com—a companion?”
Wordlessly, the creature walked toward Victor, eyes distantly hopeful, as if he knew what outcome awaited him but dared to hope anyway.
“Oh,” Victor said, beginning to step toward the creature as if in agreement, but then walking past him in dismissal, “Another monster.”
“Yes,” the creature said, accepting the insult and claiming it, “We can be monsters together.”
“I have found sanity at such a cost,” Victor said, looking back at the creature imperiously, “And you here… are madness calling me back.”
Victor’s eyes wandered along the creature’s form, curious despite his apparent disgust.
“I cannot die – and I cannot live… alone,” the creature begged.
“In you I have creating something truly horrible,” Victor said, but his gaze was averted, lost in thought as he stared into the darkness of the bedroom.
“Not something,” the creature said, walking toward the bed, “someone. You made someone. Me.
“Whatever puzzle I am, creator, I think. I feel. I have this sole petition. Make. One. Like. Me.”
“And then what?” Victor asked, taking the creature by surprise as his tone took on a sarcastic, mocking tone.
“Procreation? Reproduction? Hmm…” The creature’s brows knitted together in confusion, disgust, before realizing what Victor’s single-minded focus had concluded about his request.
“A home? A grave?” Victor continued, his face contorting in mock sympathy and then disgust as he shoved past the creature, leaving him bewildered as to how Victor could have invented so many extra steps to such a simple request.
“Death begetting death begetting death, a race of devils propagated upon the earth – obscenity perpetuating itself,” Victor all but spat, clearly disgusted by the thought of the creature’s potential children. The thought made the creature want to curl in on himself, but he was beyond shyness, so driven by loneliness.
“I am obscene to you, but to myself I simply am –”
“Begone! Never – again, will I make something like you,” Victor turned to look at himself in the mirror as he said, “wicked… and deformed,” eyes dropping to his false leg.
“Then it is still all about your will, Victor. Hmm? That horrible, horrible will that birthed me condemns me now?” The creature came behind Victor to stare at him in the mirror, watching Victor’s eyes as they darted across the creature’s form, in terror or curiosity he could not know.
He grasped Victor by the collar of his starched shirt, pulling Victor off the ground as he shouted, “The miracle is not that I should speak, but that you would ever listen –”
“Wait!” Victor cowered, hiding his face behind his hands in abject terror.
The creature merely let Victor dangle, watching his face scan the creature’s for some weakness, some emotion he could exploit, and finding only hurt and fury.
“I—I could… be a companion to you. You could stay here, with me, and I could teach you all the things you need to know—”
Victor’s airflow was abruptly cut off. The creature dropped Victor to the ground, but one hand wrapped around Victor’s throat, causing him to sputter and choke on his words. The creature found that the look of fear in Victor’s eyes was not so upsetting after all. It mirrored the terror he lived through at Victor’s hands, always waiting for another strike for lack of knowing.
“You think you can offer me a home here after all you’ve done and erase my suffering in a moment? What of the months of agony I endured at your hands? The agony of creation itself, soothed only by your name, a word not enough to diffuse your anger.”
Victor considered this – the months spent trying to wrench some evidence of humanity from the creature, the lack of connection he felt – but then those short, violent moments where he would look into the creature’s eyes and see depth, humanity, understanding beyond his comprehension. He wanted to argue – to tell the creature that he had tried to reach him; that the creature was stubborn and mulish and impossible to teach beyond his name, but the rage he saw in the creature’s dark eyes made him shudder at the thought. Instead, he tried to think of some way to convince the creature to limit Victor to just the one blasphemous creation rather than forcing his hand into creating a second.
Victor tried to speak around the creature’s hand, but found him similarly lost in thought. He raised his hand, tapping gently at the creature’s. The touch, gentle, was more of a shock than if Victor had struck him. He released him immediately, watching as Victor, helpless, fell forward onto the creature’s chest to catch his breath. Almost against his own will, the creature’s arms raised to steady Victor. Victor’s shoulders tensed, as the creature expected, but he did not pull away, leaving the creature baffled.
In the creature’s mind, the memory of Victor’s voice cried, “Don’t touch me – don’t ever touch me!” and the creature braced for a scathing remark or a smack, but Victor leaned more heavily into his chest, sputtering as he tried to right himself. His cane had dropped when the creature lifted him, and he was unsteady on his feet.
“I’m offering – ugh – for my own benefit as well as yours. I have made a mistake, god, many mistakes, in the process of trying to outsmart death, and that fire was the worst of them all. I knew in my chest that you survived,” Victor said, mind whirling as he tried to think of some way to keep himself from fulfilling the creature’s wish for another crafted human. Perhaps appealing to his emotional side would work better than simply reprimanding him for daring to ask Victor to mock God a second time.
“So you offer to resolve the burden on your conscience? To feel as though you have paid your due to the universe – or to me?” the creature asked. His hands had begun roaming Victor’s back, eyes curiously lighter, less darkened with hatred and resentment.
“No, no, no – you think me so inhuman? You think I don’t dream of the fire at night, that I do not feel the flames licking at me, beckoning me down to Hell with you? I am offering myself as your companion. I would walk alongside you, teach you, live my life with you – oh!”
The creature’s face had cleared at the mention of Victor living his life alongside the creature, as if this act alone was the deciding factor in accepting Victor rather than another created immortal.
Decision evidently made, the creature lifted Victor with one muscular arm snaking around his waist and the other clasping his thighs. He walked them backward until they bumped against the mattress; depositing Victor, he began to fumble with Victor’s ornate and articulate clothing.
“What on God’s green earth are you doing?”
“Being your companion. I’m starting now,” the creature said, ducking his head to inhale along Victor’s jawline and sending shockwaves of sensation down his spine.
“That’s not – what I meant by –”
“So you reject my sole petition for a companion, knowing what will happen if you do?” the creature growled, yellow eye glinting in the candlelight. Victor shivered under its intensity, horrified at what the creature expected of him but unable to find a way out of the corner he had spoken himself into.
“…No, I… I don’t… I meant a companion to teach you, to — hey, stop that—”
The creature had begun pressing his lips against Victor’s neck. He knew what he had read in stories and what he saw through the slats of the mill gears, unable to turn away from what he knew to be for their eyes only. In practice, though, he only knew sensation, and he ground his hips against Victor’s torso, desperately seeking more friction as he pressed chaste kisses to Victor’s exposed throat. Victor trembled, torn between putting an end to this distracting stimulation yet worried that rejecting the creature again would bring about his fury again.
“Then teach me, Creator… oh… I wish to learn this, I wish to be with you in this way, please, do not deny me this like you have denied me all else,” the creature sighed, pinning Victor with one firm hand placed on his chest as he pressed his hips forward against Victor’s body, feeling how Victor’s breath sped despite his protests. Victor’s eyes were wild like a prey animal trapped in the maw of a predator, darting between the creature’s undulating hips and his intensely focused eyes.
The creature let his free hand roam, pulling Victor’s clothing free and beginning to tear any clothing that did not immediately bend to his will.
“Stop that, you –” Victor stopped himself from hurling an insult just in time, grasping at the creature’s hands and removing layers on his own, shooting a glare in the creature’s direction as the creature removed only two simple layers himself: fur and a linen shirt, worn and destroyed by time and wounds.
Victor’s attire, formal as it was, required a delicate touch, and the creature was obviously unable to provide it. He worked to get down to his own linen undershirt with haste, suddenly pulled back into the creature’s embrace as soon as he revealed the slightest bit of his own torso.
The creature’s cold hands slid under the shirt, mapping out his skin and feeling how smooth and unmarred the flesh was. When his fingers reached Victor’s nipples, the temperature alone caused them to harden, making Victor’s face redden with shame.
“Are men sensitive here?” the creature asked, poking and prodding at Victor’s chest with curiosity.
“Some—are, and some aren’t. The tissue is considered, hm, an erogenous zone,” Victor looked as if reciting information, but his mind was elsewhere, abdomen twitching against the stimulation. The creature felt with one hand as Victor’s abdominal muscles pulled and pushed, contracting as his hands roved his body, while the other focused on his chest.
“You seem to be sensitive,” the creature remarked, taking an index finger and thumb and pinching one of Victor’s nipples.
“Yes, yes, how interesting, now, ugh, can we get on with it?” Victor asked, attempting to hide his face by turning it away from the creature. The creature held his jaw with his other hand, turning him back to face him.
“I would like to … try something. Would you be… amenable?” the creature asked.
“I would like to know what it is first,” Victor snapped.
The creature’s hand left Victor’s jaw to stroke along his lower lip. His eyes darkened as they focused on how Victor’s lower lip trembled.
“K—kissing. I… want to try kissing.”
“Oh…” Victor breathed.
A new act for the creature, as all of these must be. A small corner of Victor’s mind lit up with possessiveness at being the creature’s sole teacher, the first and only person to lay hands on the creature and watch him succumb to physicality as all humans do. Heat crawled across his cheeks as he realized he would need to supply the creature’s curiosity with verbal answers throughout their lesson.
“Lean in and tilt your head to the side, like so – so that our noses do not collide. And close your eyes, like that… and then… touch your lips to mine, like …”
Victor’s eyes were still open, watching the creature’s face as he pressed his cool lips to Victor’s own. Electricity crackled down his spine and heat began accumulating in his abdomen against his will. He felt conflicted by his own reaction, and he closed his eyes, twisting his fingers into the creature’s hair to pull him in deeper. The creature gasped, and Victor licked into his mouth, pulling a confused moan from the creature as he began to understand the mechanics of kissing. The creature was trembling from head to toe, fully immersed in sensation, and Victor felt something pleased settle in his gut at the knowledge that he was able to elicit this reaction from him.
When Victor began to pull back, the creature pulled back in tandem, watching with dilated pupils at the trail of saliva that connected them and eventually snapped.
“Can we please do that again?”
Victor huffed a laugh.
“Yes. What else… were you hoping to learn?”
The creature’s pupils dilated impossibly further.
“Anything – everything – whatever you will show me,” he breathed, leaning in as if chained.
“First, remove your clothing—"
The creature stripped with impressive speed, turning back to Victor to frown as he was bent over himself removing his shoes. As soon as his shoes hit the floor, the creature was on him, pulling at his trousers and fumbling with the closure to get them off of Victor as quickly as physically possible. However, he froze when he felt something cold on Victor’s right leg.
“What is this?”
“It’s a false leg. It won’t get in the way, I assure you.”
The creature looked up with eyes radiating hurt.
“That’s not why I asked… what happened? You had all of your limbs the last time we saw each other,” he said, stroking a thumb along his long undergarments.
Victor resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
“Yes, I did. I… When the fire happened,” Victor watched the creature’s head spring up in interest at the mention of the fire, “I was outside, ready to abandon you there to die. Something in me was so opposed to the idea – I tried to go back for you, and when I opened the door, the blast sent me backward and resulted in what you see. So, in many ways, I paid for my decision that day,” he said, eyes rolling heavenward as he sighed.
“You went back… for me?” the creature asked.
“And I have been in the flames every night since,” Victor said, eyes averted.
The creature began pulling Victor’s undergarments down, eyes roving over each new inch of tanned, warm skin. His other hand trailed through the hair leading from Victor’s navel to his pubic bone, testing its texture, feeling how it became thicker as his hand descended.
Once Victor’s undergarments reached his knees, the creature ran his index finger along the seam between Victor’s prosthetic and his thigh – the heat that radiated off of the amputation site, the way the skin seemed to swell under its own weight pressed against the leather straps.
Victor, noticing the creature’s wandering eyes, tried to surreptitiously cover himself with his hands, embarrassed. The creature clasped both of Victor’s wrists in one hand, eyes darting to meet Victor’s, only to find that his face was again turned away. Frustrated, he leaned up, placing his thumb on Victor’s chin, tilting his head back to look him in the eyes.
“Look at me while I touch you. You’re teaching me, are you not?”
The creature leaned down, cold fingers wrapping around his right thigh as his other hand worked the undergarments further down his legs, rapt attention on the thick hair on his left calf. He shifted to raise his leg alongside Victor’s, comparing their skin.
“Why does yours have hair while mine doesn’t?” the creature asked. His hand tickled as it played with the hair, tracing invisible patterns in Victor’s skin.
“Ah, I… I chose from various specimens, as you – stop that, I’m thinking—and after death, hair regrowth ceases if the follicle is removed, so I waxed the bodies to make the work easier.”
“It seems like you made a lot of decisions to ‘make the work easier,’ but was that the real reason?” the creature asked, tilting his head like a curious cat.
Victor squirmed under his scrutiny.
“Mostly…”
“Or was it because you wanted me to look a specific way? Did you see me in your mind as you worked – what I’d look like, animated, complete?”
“Of course I did! I dreamed about it, about you—” Victor caught himself, but it was too late. The words had wormed their way out of him without his notice. The creature’s face opened, vulnerable, glowing with hope for a fleeting moment before devastating hurt cut across his features.
“Was I not what you imagined?” the creature asked, finger trailing feather-light up Victor’s knee, pushing his leg outward as he began to swirl designs on the delicate skin of Victor’s inner thigh. Victor felt as if he was losing the thread of the conversation as his mind latched onto the movements of the creature’s fingertip and loosened its grip on maintaining the upper hand in the discussion.
“You were… everything. More than I let myself imagine. Because of that, I think, I was unprepared for the magnitude of what you would become,” Victor said, breath hitching as the creature’s fingers traced along the top of his thigh before his lips pressed against the laces on the prosthetic on his right leg, so gentle in their touch that he trembled at the intimacy.
The creature kissed along the prosthetic until he reached the seam of skin, licking a line along it, pulling a startled noise from Victor. The creature’s tongue was cold, a relief against the inflamed skin.
“I want to make you feel … the way I feel. Please, tell me how,” the creature pleaded, face bent in supplication against Victor’s upper thigh, cheek pressed into the hot flesh.
“Come up here,” Victor said, pulling at the creature’s arms until he could maneuver the creature’s body. Victor positioned them so that his own thighs were spread open and draped over the creature’s kneeling legs. He motioned for the creature to move his hands and licked over the palm of his right hand. Leaning it down, he spat crudely into his cupped palm, grasping at both of them at the same time.
“Oh—you— I—” the creature stuttered, unable to form a coherent thought, lost both by the stimulation and the image the scene produced. Victor’s warm hands, stroking him – Victor’s body, tensing underneath him, brought pleasure by the proximity of the creature’s body –
The creature grasped Victor’s hand with his own. He inadvertently tightened Victor’s grasp, pulling a strangled sound from Victor’s throat and a choked exhale from his own as he watched Victor try to maintain focus while his brain was rendered useless by pleasure. Victor’s pupils dilated as he watched the creature’s face transform, his brow furrowing, his mouth opening in rapture.
“Am I doing a good job? Does it feel good?” the creature asked, panting as he leaned down to look into Victor’s eyes. Victor’s mouth dropped open in astonished pleasure, fingers of his left hand winding into the creature’s hair and pulling him in until he could latch his mouth onto the creature’s neck with a shaky exhale through his nose as he sucked a mark onto his stained-glass skin.
“What is that, oh, that feels good, please—” the creature cried, hips snapping forward instinctively as Victor pulled away from his neck only to bite into a second spot.
“Love bites, hmm, it’s a form of bruising, hah, blood vessels – ah – blood vessels under the skin break and the blood leaks into the tissue around it – God, oh!”
Victor’s head snapped back and the creature watched as his eyes rolled back into his head, body beginning to shake with effort as his cock twitched and spurted. The creature reared back to watch as Victor’s whole body twitched. His eyes refocused on the creature after several moments, finding him using Herculean strength to stay still lest he break Victor’s trance and make him stop touching him. The animal part of Victor’s brain created a mental image too tempting to resist.
“You—you haven’t – I’ll –” Victor failed to elaborate, simply pushing against the creature’s shoulder as he rotated in the bed, pushing his hips upward and bending at the knee to present himself like an animal. The creature’s cock twitched as he watched him position himself on all fours.
“Take your – and then…” Victor took the creature’s cock in hand and pulled him in bodily by it, like an anchor. When he was close enough, he parted his thighs, placing the creature’s cock in between them and then returning to his original position, dropping his shoulders to show the curve of his spine.
“Oh, God, you can’t, I’ll…” the creature panted.
“Exactly, I want you to. Please, use me to reach your pleasure, it’s only fair, given the circumstances,” Victor said, sounding dazed by his orgasm.
The creature’s hips moved without his permission. The muscles along Victor’s spine contracted and his shoulders jumped at the feeling of the creature’s cock reaching along his thighs and brushing against his cock as it softened.
“I want to see, hah, your face, Victor,” the creature whined, one hand planted on Victor’s back, the other exploring the new expanse of Victor’s ass as it was now accessible to him.
“You will, after, just, ugh, do it,” Victor moaned, exhausted by the tension’s release between them and the looming wedding ahead of him.
The creature rocked back and forth, watching as Victor’s body twitched at certain movements and moved away from his ministrations at others. The hand feeling at Victor’s ass noticed how gooseflesh erupted along his tailbone at the touches, making him groan in frustration at not being able to see the matching flush on his face.
However, when Victor flexed his thighs, tightening them, the creature could not stop his body from tumbling over the edge, hips thrusting flush against Victor’s body. His voice sounded like it belonged to someone else as he found his release, Victor’s name escaping him.
As he returned to Earth, he tumbled forward, barely catching himself on his arms to avoid crushing Victor bodily. Victor jolted as if remembering something important, pushing himself up on his arms and colliding with the creature’s chest.
“The wedding—I have to get dressed, oh God, I’m probably late—”
“I’m sure you have time; no one interrupted us.”
“Oh, but I’m supposed to be helpful!”
Victor fretted as he raised himself off the bed, the creature wisely avoiding his ire as he scrambled to find articles of clothing strewn about the bedding and floor. He wobbled on his feet, cane across the room, and the creature rose without thinking, holding him by the waist as he righted himself and pulled his trousers up. Victor started at the cold hands on his waist, but the delicate intimacy of the gesture outweighed his frustration at the creature’s audacity to casually touch him.
When he readjusted his cufflinks and checked his hair, noting with satisfaction that the flush had vacated his cheeks for the most part, the creature reappeared at his side in the mirror, holding his cane wordlessly. Both of them jumped as they heard a loud knock at the door.
“Victor, are you ready? It is time – past time, actually. Do you need help? It is unlike you to be late,” William said, the doorknob beginning to turn. Victor watched it happen as if slowed to the millisecond.
“No! No—I am fine. I lost track of time. I am ready. Please give me a moment more and I will be downstairs. I apologize,” Victor said, shoulders at his ears in shock.
“Are you certain?”
“Yes! I really am sorry,” Victor said, turning and glaring at the creature, who, for his part, did not look apologetic in the slightest.
“Fine. Please make haste, brother, the guests are becoming rather impatient,” William said, footsteps mercifully becoming fainter as he retreated.
Victor whirled to face the creature.
“You must stay here until I return – do you understand? I am serious. Do not look at me that way. If you want to stay here and…” Here he seemed to become flustered, aware of what the words meant to the creature, “be my companion, you must stay hidden until I devise a way to explain your existence and your appearance in the Frankenstein estate. Given that you entered through my window, we will have to invent an alternate story, hmm?”
The creature’s heart leapt at the mention of a world with a we instead of the world he lived in where there were people and then there was the creature. He simply nodded.
“I will be back to sleep here tonight. Until then, amuse yourself somehow in my room. You may rest in the bed, hide somewhere – I find I don’t care as long as no one sees or hears you. When I return, we will discuss tomorrow and the days after.”
The creature, struck dumb, nodded again.
“Right. Then I will return later.”
The creature, not knowing how to amicably say goodbye to Victor, reached up with his impossibly large hand and stroked from Victor’s temple to his jaw, brushing errant curls out of Victor’s eyes. His eyes deepened, but he said nothing, afraid to upset Victor just before the wedding.
Victor’s eyes grew large in shock, a surprised flush spreading across the high points of his cheeks. He hurriedly fled the room, leaving the creature to explore and catalogue each of Victor’s belongings.
The creature found a stack of books on Victor’s desk, and he sat down gingerly, mindful of his weight, desperate to follow Victor’s instructions to be silent and invisible. He traced his fingers along the embossments on the spines. These volumes were ornate, intricate, and new – nothing like the books that he read while staying in the cabin. Taking the first one of the stack, he turned the spine over to read the title – The Scarlet Letter. Curious, he opened it, running his fingers along the spine as he became engrossed in the story. Although he was a slow reader, he was a diligent one, pausing at moments to take note of words he did not know to ask about later. Distantly, he wondered if Victor would answer his questions.
Suddenly, he became aware of himself again, snapping out of the narrative and back into his own body. The dusk had transformed into darkness without his knowledge. Looking around, he pulled a second candelabra, placing it delicately on the desk, returning to the stack of books. His curiosity about what Victor read outweighed his desire to finish the story he started.
The first was what appeared to be a simple anatomical guide, though much more detailed and delicately printed than the pages the creature had found fluttering about the remains of the castle. He skimmed through some paragraphs, then took the pages in his fingers and ran through them, trying to find illustrations that could capture his attention. Victor’s handwriting caught his eye, and he stopped at the page filled with his annotations. It was an anatomical view of the spine, adorned with dots of ink. Next to the image, Victor wrote lymphatic system delivers the energy to restore life. Strong burst of energy is needed to the ninth configuration surrounding the heart.
The creature traced the letters, trying to understand what it meant in relation to his creation. He closed his eyes, tried to see the scene from Victor’s perspective, but he was missing the scientific grounding. Snapping the book closed, he resolved to remedy that gap in knowledge.
Underneath the anatomy book lay an entomology book, filled with illustrations of beetles. His eyes widened in childlike wonder as he imagined what they looked like off the page — their size, their color, their sound — how many creatures had he missed while in the forest?
However, his appetite for The Scarlet Letter drove him back to the novel, hunched over in focus. He was so engrossed that he startled when Victor threw the door open, wobbling despite his heavy lean on his cane.
“Well, she’s Elizabeth Frankenstein after all — isn’t that just hilarious!” Victor laughed without any real amusement behind it, stumbling to the bed.
“You’re back,” the creature said, unsure of how to proceed with his creator’s odd behavior.
“Yes. I find it quite odd. I imagined something horrible would happen today. Perhaps I prayed something would take me out of my misery so I would not have to see Elizabeth marry my brother. Oh, God, it is truly over,” Victor cried, burying his face in his hands.
“Did you… love her?”
“Of course I loved her, she is perfect — but it is no matter now. It is tooooooooo late,” Victor said, drawing out the word.
“What do you love about her?” The creature’s voice cut through Victor’s wallowing.
“What?”
“I said, what do you love about her? You love her so much, she’s perfect to you, so I want to hear why.”
“Well— she… she’s beautiful, of course… and… she likes bugs… hmm… she’s very witty…”
The creature’s eyes dropped to the entomology book on the desk. How interesting.
“So she’s beautiful and smart. What of her core? Her spirit? Have you no deeper answer?”
Victor shot out of the bed, eyes blazing.
“You — you don’t know a damn thing about me or her! Do not act as if you understand love or one’s spirit, how dare you?”
“I think you love what you saw in her, and I think she will be happy with William. I may not understand love but I understand you, Creator.”
Victor made to collide with the creature, but he was faster, grabbing Victor by the same shirt collar as he had earlier. A memory flashed in his mind, clouding his perception – Elizabeth visiting him in the darkness, her kindness, her touch, followed by the most intense cruelty he had ever experienced in his short life –
“Go ahead. Take it out on me just like you did that night. I remember. Now I understand how you operate. If brutality is what you need to let go, then I shall gladly provide,” the creature all but growled, leaning down to speak eye to eye.
Victor reared back as if to strike, but the creature connected their lips, winding one hand into Victor’s curls and the other around his waist, his hand spanning across Victor’s back. Victor bit the creature’s lower lip, thrashing, but the creature held fast, leaning forward and bending Victor backward.
The creature, mindful of his size and strength, bit Victor’s lip in turn, pulling a startled yelp from him. The creature took his chance and swiped his tongue along Victor’s upper incisor, fighting a smile when Victor immediately tried to bite his tongue. He tightened his grip on Victor’s hair with a cruel twist of his fingers. Victor whined into the kiss, a high-pitched, barely audible sound. At the same time, he stepped forward, putting a leg between Victor’s thighs.
Panting, they separated, a red-tinged trail of saliva breaking between their faces. Victor glared up at the creature, unable to move his head in the creature’s grasp. The creature leaned down, unsure but desperate to mark Victor as he had learned hours ago.
His teeth dragged down Victor’s neck, a teasing threat, before he began to pull at Victor’s shirt collar as he left his first of many marks along Victor’s body. Victor trembled, torn between indignant outrage and animal hunger.
“I want you to— move on me, like I did to you earlier,” the creature said, taking one hand and gripping Victor’s hips to grind him against the creature’s thigh. Victor let out a shuddering breath as he was forcibly rearranged, hands coming to rest on the creature’s broad shoulders. Despite his anger, the small, usually smothered voice in the back of his mind rejoiced at being moved, being contained, being held.
“I can’t, I’ll fall – I can’t balance like that,” Victor breathed, knowing it was a flimsy excuse.
“I’ll hold you steady,” the creature responded, proving his point by winding his arm even tighter around Victor’s waist. Victor, humiliated, began to grind against the creature’s thigh. A horrible thought trickled through his addled conscious – he was being handled, trained, made to – to hump the creature’s leg like a dog. His face felt impossibly hot, and he tried to turn away, only to find that he was still immobilized by the creature’s hand wound into his hair. A pathetic whine slipped out of him against his wishes.
The creature returned to his task of turning Victor’s neck into a paint palette, watching the colors begin to bloom across his skin. He felt his cock twitch in his trousers at the breathy grunts leaving Victor as he ground his hips in circular motions, desperate for more stimulation.
“Are we having another lesson, Creator?” The creature sighed into Victor’s ear, watching as his sensitized, intoxicated body shivered all over.
“Yes— you. You sit on the bed. Give me a moment,” Victor said, extricating himself from the creature’s grip and pushing until the creature fell into a seated position at the edge of the mattress. He then fell, rather inelegantly, to his knees, visibly flinching in pain from his prosthetic.
“Victor! Why would you do that? Get up!” The creature said, but Victor was already pulling at the creature’s flimsy trousers, exposing his half-hard cock.
“There are so many things I can teach you,” Victor said, before leaning in without any prelude and dragging his tongue up the side of the creature’s cock. Victor’s tongue felt like flames along the creature’s cold skin, and his fingers clenched the bedding with force as he resisted the urge to grab, to thrust, to throw Victor down on the mattress. Some animal instinct in him wanted to see Victor come apart.
Victor, again, licked his palms and then spat into them, working his warm hands along the bottom half of the creature’s length while he attempted to take the tip into his mouth. Drunk as he was, he realized that the creature was entirely too well-endowed for his own good.
“Why did I give you one this large?” He questioned, returning to the head to run his tongue along the frenulum. The creature whined, shaking with effort not to move. Finally, Victor sealed his mouth over the tip, using his hands to stroke over the rest of his shaft, unable to even imagine trying to fit him in his throat.
The creature sputtered, swept up in pleasure but even more overwhelmed by the image of Victor on his knees before him, looking up at him with his desperate expression. Victor moaned around the creature’s cock, closing his eyes, tears beginning to fall.
The creature meant to warn Victor, but his orgasm hit him so suddenly that before the words could leave his mouth, he was arching off the bed, hand tangling in Victor’s hair as he came. His mind felt fuzzy, realizing belatedly that he was still holding Victor still. His eyes refocused to see Victor swallowing around the head of his cock, making him groan weakly despite himself. Untangling his fingers from Victor’s hair, he fell backward onto the mattress just as Victor sputtered.
“You—in my mouth—you fiend!”
“I’m… sorry… Victor…” the creature panted. Just as quickly as he had laid down, he sprang back up.
“Your turn,” he said, grabbing Victor under the arms and lifting him as he fell backward onto the mattress, effectively laying Victor atop him bodily. Pleased, a low rumbling sound not unlike a cat’s purr left the creature’s chest.
“What would you have me do?” the creature asked, rubbing his hands along Victor’s spine. Victor shivered, both from the temperature of the creature’s hands and from the gooseflesh blooming along the trails the creature touched.
“Whatever you would like – oh—” Victor was suddenly twisted in the bed, pulled to the end in a far more exposed mimicry of how Victor had just positioned the creature. The creature pushed Victor’s thighs up, eyes constantly moving over Victor’s cock, his perineum, his hole now visible to the creature –
“Not there – not tonight, oh, don’t look, please –”
The creature obeyed begrudgingly, leaning forward to sloppily lick over the entire length, trying to remember what Victor had just done to him. Victor squirmed restlessly regardless, a breathless moan leaving him when the creature licked along his frenulum and ran his cold finger along his perineum.
“I thought I told you—not tonight—oh—”
The creature took the tip of Victor’s cock into his mouth, drooling down the shaft and taking one hand to engulf the length of him. His hands were so large that he could scarcely stroke him while also putting his mouth on him, but he twisted his hand, pulling a keening cry from Victor as he bucked and twitched on the mattress.
“You need to stop, I’m going to come, please, let me get a cloth, uh!”
The creature redoubled his efforts, eyes flicking up to see Victor’s mouth drop open and his face tilt toward the headboard as his hips twitched and the muscles in his thighs flexed. The creature’s mouth filled with Victor’s spend; he did not find it overtly distasteful and swallowed reflexively, hearing a gurgling sigh from Victor as his throat worked.
“To bed—now, I must sleep, I cannot think any more,” Victor sighed, wrung out and exhausted. The creature pulled the bedding down and cocooned them, trapping him in his arms.
“In the morning…” Victor began hazily, “I must wake before sunrise. I must be able to hide you before Elizabeth and William wake up. Please, if you wake before me, be sure I wake. Yes?”
Victor turned one bleary eye toward the creature.
“Well?” he asked.
“…Alright,” the creature responded. Victor fell asleep almost instantly, the alcohol sweeping him into slumber easily. The creature stayed awake longer, unable to stop thinking about the entomology book and Victor’s anguish at Elizabeth’s marriage. His last thought before sleeping was a memory: the pensive look on Victor’s face, watching Elizabeth crouch down to interact with him at the castle. He wondered if the expression was due to himself or Elizabeth. Sleep grabbed him before he could puzzle out the answer.