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You almost didn't notice when Dottore appeared this time. There was no pulse of energy, nothing that made your insides twist, nothing that made the air around you feel as though it was a delicate shell about to crack. Light warped for a second as Dottore sliced through reality and stepped into the space he'd created.
At least you assumed he'd created it. There was no way out from what you'd concluded after a brief search shortly after he'd brought you here. It was comfortable, dark wooden furniture with green upholstering, delicate looking lamps with stained glass tops. Exactly what you imagined a typical home in Sumeru would look like.
He was talking to himself. Subdued, too low for you to catch more than a few scattered words.
The trilune behind him was beautiful. As was his altered body, and you briefly wondered how it would feel to run your fingers through his hair. All three marrows appeared fine this time, so that was hardly what he was ruminating on.
Before you could as much as get out of your chair, Dottore's head snapped towards you and he reappeared directly in front of you. He towered over you like this, the faint blue light emitted by his veins burning your eyes with their divinity. From the looks of it, they extended further beneath the tight bodysuit, perhaps reaching parts of his body that the mere thought of made your face heat.
"I was wondering how your experiment went." You lowered your head in respect, submission, and he sighed.
A hand shot out and wrapped around your throat, just tight enough that you had to struggle for air. Dottore lifted you with ease, a testament to his newfound strength, bringing you up until the pointed beak of his mask was dead center in your field of vision. You clutched at his wrist, desperate for any leverage to prevent what felt like your neck being torn in two and your body falling uselessly to the ground.
It was unnecessarily violent. Uncharacteristically as well. The three moons all pulsed, on the cusp of activation?, you ask yourself, preparing to be torn apart in time and space.
Dottore's fingers tightened for a moment before releasing you with a strained breath. His other hand, the one plated in gold, brushed along your jaw with far too much care.
"There were few bright moments in an otherwise dull performance." His hand had moved to pet your hair.
Who were you to judge the words of a god even if their voice shakes?
A sigh leaves you, nodding along to his words as you sank to your knees. It felt better this way. Dottore chuckled quietly, the sharp edges of his golden claws raking along your scalp. From what you'd seen before casting your gaze to the ground, he appeared unharmed but shaken.
"They certainly were... persistent in their pursuit. Banding together like little vermin huddling for warmth." He clicked his tongue as he abruptly stepped past you. "For all their bravado, you'd have thought they'd have created more of an upper hand."
You twist your head, watching him fling himself carelessly into the armchair you'd previously occupied. The trilune flickers through the fabric before outright disappearing, making you gasp. He pats his knee once, twice, in a quiet command.
"They took down their adversary of course, but most of their time was spent stalling and spewing ridiculous nonsense in an attempt to rattle me. Ah except when they broke the frostmoon through the false firmament, what an unexpected display of power. But they cannot rely on heavenly assistance when the true fight begins."
Something in his tone had you pause, nails digging into the floor as it trembles beneath you. Dottore ran a hand through his hair and the disturbance disappeared again. His legs are parted almost obscenely as he lounges back, so far from his composure.
Despite hoping your position on all fours would make him more amicable, you're still careful to keep your voice as neutral as possible. Surely the last thing a god would want was the sympathy of someone so far beneath them. "Rattle you? Surely The Knave and Marionette at least would know better than to think she could do so with mere words?"
A low, almost purring laugh rang through the air. Dottore wasted no time pressing your face against his thigh the moment your body settled between his feet. His skin crackles with static that tickles your skin. His head falls back once the laughter settles, giving you the smallest peek up under the mask. Something glows crimson.
"You would think so, wouldn't you?" He clicks his tongue in something that sounds like disappointment. A teacher watching a child make the same mistake for the tenth time.
You've barely parted your lips to ask a follow-up question when you're cut off. "Make yourself useful. Fetch my notes and a pen."
There's no point to asking why he doesn't just conjure it up himself (though the question does rest on your tongue) when your limbs respond automatically. He hadn't exactly done much except drop you off in this little space, but a corner was clearly furnished in the same fashion as his office in Zapolarny.
With a thick leather logbook in hand, you chance another question. Perhaps it was silly in nature, but you find yourself compelled to ask anyway. While he was solely your superior and not a god, he'd enjoyed all forms of questions. "Now that Teyvat has one of its original moons back, which of the two others would you prefer to replace?"
This time, kneeling wasn't a conscious choice as much as the very air behind your legs pushed until you fell. The floor bit through your trousers and into your skin this time.
Space warped and the distance between where you'd fallen and where Dottore had now risen to his feet grew shorter.
"I do not aim to replace anything," he spat out as air turned solid beneath his feet to let him ascend another step into nothing, "there will be no pale imitations of the past in the world I will create."
You nodded eagerly, craning your neck almost painfully to keep your eyes on him. Like this, he truly did appear as an omnipresent deity, taking up every inch of your field of vision.
Dottore scoffed when the first tear rolled down your cheek. You'd barely noticed how you'd begun shaking.
You wordlessly passed him the book when he held out a hand, having let himself descend to the floor right before you. His lips were set in a sneer. "Crying doesn't suit you."
A subject crying didn't suit the image of him being a benevolent god either.
You remained fixed on the ground as he went back to lounging in the armchair, now scribbling down notes and grunting to himself ever so often. The first sign that Dottore was slowly giving you back control of your body was the way a tremor had been allowed to move through you. The tears, however, were still being denied release as you slowly calmed down from having displeased him.
Having worked for him for years, it was odd to have witnessed the change that had taken place. Everyone had feared his outbursts at one point. Then there had been a long period, until today, where contemptuous words had seemingly meant nothing to him, chuckling no matter the vile things people called him. How he'd forced you to your knees had felt exactly as dealing with the younger segments.
Dottore snapped his fingers and your eyes immediately went to him, seeing a faint line of crimson split from his chest and open, evaporating the dark blue fabric that clung to his skin, leaving only white cloth and black straps covering him.
"Closer."
Again, you obeyed. Again you were reminded of the benevolence in letting you move your own body. Of giving you the option to refute despite clearly expecting submission. You could've sworn it made his expression soften when you crawled towards him once more. And you were reminded then why you remained by his side, the flutter in your chest when he smiled so fondly. For all the power he now held at his fingertips, he did not look at you any differently than he had before his ascension.
Of course you believed in the cause. But more than that, you believed in him.
Earlier suspicions were confirmed when you allowed your eyes to wander from his face and down to his feet. The changes did indeed extend further, his legs the same light blue with silvery lines. It was magnificent. The very foundation of Irminsul and Teyvat merging with his form.
Praise now rolled off his tongue but you barely heard, mind already wandering to how you'd shown your devotion a mere couple of days ago. The sheer satisfaction of being the one to make such a powerful man unravel had your fingers yearning to grasp at his robes. He'd promised you release then, promised that once he had completed his experiment, you would be rewarded in the most human way.
When you looked up his grin was sharp, surely he'd caught your thoughts.
"Go on then," he urged, voice gentle with all the naive fantasies of the gods' love for mortals.
You were eager in pressing your cheek against his inner thigh, the skin oddly cool to the touch as you rubbed against him like a pet starved of attention. From this distance, the scent of him was impossible to ignore, and you could've sworn the bulge between his thighs had grown as well. Seeing as he was taller now perhaps he'd also-
"No need to be shy, weren't you eager for your reward?"
Before you could answer, Dottore's hand brushed aside the fabric, the sight punching the air from your lungs. Not even fully erect, his cock was already larger than it had been last time you saw it, silvery lines mirroring the ones on his arm extending like veins up the shaft and pulsing with a faint light.
The grin peeking out beneath his mask was sharp, bordering on something feral, when you looked up at him. It was with near trembling hands that you reached for him, anticipation twisting like a knife in your gut. You almost expected to be struck down when your fingers closed around his shaft, or for your ribcage to implode. There were a million ways a god could end your existence before the next beat of your heart. Rip your flesh to shreds before you could howl in agony and reassemble you at leisure.
But Dottore simply inclined his head in silent approval, and so you steeled yourself and dragged your tongue along the underside of his hardening length.
"That's it, but you can do more." His words were a soothing purr, because why would he pick cruelty when he'd seized this power to end injustice. "Don't you want to show me how grateful you are for being one of the chosen?"
You nodded eagerly, crushing the frigid sensation running down your spine, and taking him further into your mouth. Even with his tip rubbing against the back of your throat, much of his length was still between your hands.
His thighs flexed beneath your fingers as you tried to take him a little further, desperately fighting the urge to gag and sputter at the intrusion. Dottore laughed above you, one of his hands tangling in your hair before coming to rest atop your head. Drool gathered around his length and slid down the shaft to wet your hands, making it easier to rub what you couldn't fit in time with the little bops of your head.
"Such a devout follower," he cooed.
Your jaw had begun to ache, but the pleased little sighs you were pulling from him was enough to persist. A little discomfort was nothing compared to what he'd endured to bring salvation to the world.
The thought had barely been conceived before you wanted to retract it. Something changed in your throat. You watched on in horror as his pelvic bone came closer and closer to your face. You wanted to throw up, felt how your throat distended without any real resistance. It didn't hurt so much as it sent a dull throb through your body, mind struggling to make sense of the input it received. You shouldn't be able to take him this far.
No air entered your lungs.
Tears welled up in your eyes.
No air could escape either, your cheeks puffing up uncomfortably as your chest spasmed.
Dottore rolled his hips and you felt bile continue to rise with no release.
His hand had remained in your hair, nails rubbing far too gently against your scalp.
"Oh don't weep little one, I would never let anything happen to you."
Part of you wanted to protest, to tell him that this was already far too much. That you could feel his cock far past your esophagus as he continued to guide your head up and down. But the worst part was the instinctual desires of your body, fingers itching to rip and tear at your skin, to grasp something sharp and plunge it through your neck to secure that air would flow. Not that you were choking, you couldn't be, your mind still far too sharp. But your mind kept screaming that you were.
For the first few seconds after he yanked you away, you felt no difference. Then air flooded your lungs and you gasped and sputtered. Once more, Dottore chuckled in the face of your misery.
"Did that feel good?" He purred.
Only then did you become aware of the treacherous - no, fitting - response to his treatment. Sticky arousal clung to your thighs and your core throbbed with far greater intensity that before his rough treatment. Of course it did. You mentally chastised yourself for doubting him, of course a deity with wisdom as his would know exactly what you needed.
Still, the pleasure coiling didn't feel entirely your own. But you pushed those thoughts down and nodded, still held with your face just inches from his length. The tip looked angry and flushed, glistening pre that seemed to glow with each twitch of his cock slowly leaking down the shaft.
"Wonderful. Get up."
With little fanfare, Dottore released his hold. Nothing felt amiss when you curled a hand protectively around your throat. No torn skin from the stretch nor any deformation. You trembled like a newborn fawn getting to its feet for the first time.
He waved a hand and your body turned. When you tried to look at him over your shoulder he simply tutted and an invisible force snapped your head forward. How vulnerable his power left you was once more cemented in your mind when dancing embers moved across your body and dissolved any trace of clothing. The air wasn't frigid like Snezhnaya but a gentle caress, Dottore wouldn't wish any unpleasantness on you after all.
Perhaps it would've been kinder to let you shiver and worry about the cold instead of his burning gaze when you were forced to bend at the hip. His thumbs pressed into your flesh and spread your folds apart, the sudden touch making your breath catch in your throat. There was nothing gentle in each stroke of his thumb along your slit, every rub ending with a tap against your clit.
You felt yourself clench down around nothing, wetness trickling down your thighs in what felt like concerning amounts. It hadn't been there just moments before, had it? Dottore chuckled and gave your rear an almost affectionate pat. It was enough to make you swallow your worries and instead wriggle your hips a little.
"Oh what a sweet thing, getting all eager for it." Without warning he plunged a finger into your tight heat and you squeaked in surprise, certain that you'd stagger forward. But your feet were rooted to the spot, knees aching as every steady thrust of his long finger forced your to rock forward. It wasn't long before he added another finger, his thrusts coming to a halt as he instead spread you open.
"Doctor?"
He withdrew his fingers with a squelch, silence stretching as you suspected he tasted your essence. The thought itself made your thighs tense up with the need to press together. "Yes, that should do it." His voice was almost clinical, final.
The world blurred before your eyes. When you regained focus once more, the first thing you felt was an immense pressure. Pain flared along your nerves, white-hot and blinding. Your flesh screamed in agony at the feeling of being torn apart at the seams. No sound left your lips, it didn't get the chance before two of his glowing fingers pushed between your lips.
Dottore's hips bucked up beneath you. That was when you realized the position he'd brought you into. Seated on his lap, legs spread wide by his thick thighs, back to his chest, his chin easily resting atop your head thanks to his new height. He had you fully impaled on his cock, thick and pulsating as it stretched you out.
A quiet whimper was allowed to escape into the silence.
It was far too much. You'd seen it. There was no way it should fit in you. But you saw the bulge when your teary eyes flickered down, saw the blue glow of its outline beneath your skin. Your eyes rolled back when he thrust up into you once more, his strength frightening as he leaned back for better leverage.
Dottore pushed down on your tongue, making drool slip down your chin and onto your chest. He brought his free hand up to squeeze at your chest, pinching and tugging at your nipple without the pace of his hips ever faltering. Every thrust punched the air from your lungs, feeling as though he was deep enough to break your ribs from the inside.
His thumb dragged down your lips, smearing your own spit across your skin before both his hands settled on your hips. You wanted to squirm when he lifted you, his thick length dragging against your walls and the feeling of being stuffed full somehow not easing in the slightest.
A soft whisper of 'relax' against the shell of your ear was all the warning you had before he slammed you back down, tearing a scream from your throat. It was raw and unguarded, feeling so far removed from any sound you'd heard yourself make. It echoed around the room, mixing with gleeful laughter from behind you, and the sound of skin against skin.
Pain bloomed from your shoulder where Dottore's teeth had pierced your skin, the pain barely registering through the haze of pleasure as he continued to use your body like a ragdoll. You'd lost control of yourself, every muscle limp as pleasure and pain mixed together, nothing but dead weight in his lap. But Dottore moved you as though you weighed nothing, his nails digging into your hips as he picked up the pace, dragging your body up and down on his cock.
"Aren't you going to tell me how good it feels?"
You could barely make sense of his words, spoken with far too much care for the ruthless snaps of his hips.
"G-good.."
Dottore's chest rumbled behind you with what you guessed was approval as your voice cracked, and he didn't press further. Invisible bonds coiled around your waist, continuing the steady rhythm of fucking you on his cock while his hands were now free to grope at your thighs. You jerked at the first brush of his fingertips against your swollen clit, one of his hands spreading your folds while the other began playing with the little bundle of nerves.
You cried out his name, earning several kisses along your neck
"That's right, if you're too delirious to speak then show me how well I'm taking care of my precious little follower."
Though his words were still kind, there was an unmistakable sharpness to them that matched the sudden harsh pinch to your clit. At the same time he slammed against a particular spot along your sensitive walls, eyes fluttering as your release was wrung from your body. Dottore groaned softly, pace faltering for just a moment before burying as deep as he could, steady pulses of warmth flooding into your body.
Dottore allowed you a moment to catch your breath before pushing you off of his lap, doing nothing to stop your fall face first onto the floor.
"You'll have to clean yourself, I've already loitered here long enough."
You could only croak out a sound of disbelief while pushing yourself back up onto all fours.
"The true experiment has only just left the first phase my dear."