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I could hear the flapping of wings begin to start, hoisting itself off the ground. Wind currents brushed at my face, that perhaps was caked with blood.
“Which monster did this?” The Doctor asked, a strange tone in his voice. Worriment? Did he have that in him?
“I-I can’t see, I-” I sobbed, feeling a couple tears of panic slide down my face. Biting my lip, I knew better than to cry, but I just couldn’t help it. “I-”
“Can’t see,” He repeated. “Eyes.” He clicked his tongue, landing on something, continuing to pace forward.
“How long did you stare?” He grunted, still moving somewhere, but there was no other noise than machine whirring. My guess was that we made it back to the lab.
“I-I..” I tried to pull myself together, knowing the information was of value.
But I was shaking. I felt immense terror throughout my whole soul.
I’ve never been this afraid.
The arms that carried me placed me on something cushiony, the warmth quickly leaving me. Without thinking, I grab it, preventing it from leaving.
“D-don’t.. Leave..” I couldn’t help but let those feeble tears leave my face, my frail body trembling at the thought of being alone.
Alone with nothing but oblivion.
“Please, p-please..” I felt my legs curl up, though I could not see it, I must look pathetic right now. A beggar lying on the streets, begging for something so selfish–
Sinking down, a large portion of the edge of the bedding was now occupied by him. His hand brushed over my face, which was a silent response of his.
Once the hand left, I could still tell the difference by the sinking of the bed, but it wasn’t enough. I let the fear get the best of me, trying to reach out for something..
Making out what felt like an arm, I wrapped myself around it, being a sobbing mess as I hugged the man I thought I at least was wary of. “What are you-” He hissed, this time not so aggressively. ‘ H-hmph..’
I completely let my guard down, which wasn’t the first time I did so with him..
No inkling of fear he radiated to me. His whole being right now was a comfort. It helped the swelling anxiety to slowly leave my body, easing it away..
He pushed me away from his back.
The comfort was slipping away, but I didn’t want it to. Instead, I grabbed him again frantically, knowing it was so selfish– and feigning my last shred of dignity.
“Get off for a moment, woman.” He grunted, but I didn’t let go. “I need to reposition myself.”
A couple of seconds pass before I decide to trust him to not leave me. As I unwrapped my arms from him, I felt his hot breath turn to me now, meaning it was no longer his back that I would be holding.
Did that matter right now?
Yes, but fear overpowers everything. So, dammit.
A graze of a leg touched my own, causing me to flinch. He was crawling closer to me, in such a manner that felt like a beast creeping to its prey. Heat rose up to my cheeks, which I desperately tried to prevent.
My arm was grabbed and proceeded to be felt out, which raised uneasiness within my stomach. An uncontrolled quiver goes down my spine.
“I’m feeling out your veins so I know where to inject you.” He husked, the low, raspy tone seeming to be so comforting to me, oddly enough.
‘Stab!’ Fluids rushed throughout my body, miraculously healing everything except..
My eyes.
“I still.. Can’t see..” I mumble, afraid.
“It’s not a physical wound. I'll.. I’ll need to do something else.” For once, hesitation lingered on his words.
On top of me, he made no noise, but only rested on my legs. “Is it magic?” I question. “No.”
“It’s Eyes ability. Even if I give you the raw version of the injection, it will not come back until..”
“Until?”
“Less than a day. I cannot guarantee, but possibly an hour. Do not get your hopes up.”
“Is there.. No more of the shots? You seem hesitant..” I raise myself up, hitting something solid, which causes me to flinch back, startled. “S-sorry..”
“I will be straight with you.” He paused, his hand pressed against the back of my head, raising me up ever so slightly.
“That ‘substance’ is my DNA. Regeneration is one of my abilities.”
“DNA?! That was your blood all this time?!” I shrieked.
“No- it’s..”
He huffed, the sizzling warmth of his breath resting on my skin.. “It’s my.. Saliva. ” He cleared his throat, one of his arms leaving the bed. Was he covering his face? I couldn’t see, anyway.
“I– oh. Why can’t I just.. You know, eat it then? Theoretically speaking, of course..”
“It needs to be direct and raw. Directly into your mouth.”
Silence, I urge him to explain before attempting anything.
He lets out another huff, “It has no effect if not direct, unless I infuse it with preservatives, which I can use for medical doses. It’s less effective, though I can create more with it.”
“Why direct though?” I ask.
“The substance is infused through my mouth. It loses its effect when smothered on other things.” He crept closer to me, but his head did not move, aware of boundaries.
“Don't senzu beans have the same effect?”
“So many questions,” He clicked his tongue, annoyed. “Senzu beans are made by an acquaintance- rgh, a connection, of mine. There isn’t much supply, let’s say.. Two per month. Five if we’re being generous.”
Repositioning himself to a more comfortable pose, his low voice mumbles near my head. “I do not think you can last a week.”
“I can’t.” I grumble. “I rely on my sight too much.”
“Is your mask off?”
“You’re considering this?” He growled, taken aback.
Sitting up, I tilt my head, wondering if I could see right now.. Would I be afraid? In such a position with him?
Am I afraid?
Am I considering this?
“Very much so,” I whisper lightly, like a wisp of a ghost hovering near a body. Silence. If I could see right now, I would be greeted by glaring, periwinkle eyes lit aglow, which I used to be so terrified of.
But instead of all that, it excites me. Excites me for some god forbidden reason, I feel tempted.
“You are messing with the devil,” He grunts, slowly sliding away from me. But I advanced to him, this time, feeling my way– and taking note of his breathing to know how far I am from him. “Well, devil , if you can’t do it, then I'll manage.”
“Manage?” He husked, mockingly. “You’ll get hurt. Don’t think for a second that you can rely on your other senses, when you haven’t refined them.”
“And.. don’t think i’m doing this for you.”
“Hm?”
Abruptly, ever so abruptly, ravenous lips grazed against mine, causing me to gasp. With that, his tongue slithers to my own mouth, forcing me to swallow his liquids. I could steady my breath fine with other activities, but this? I was already losing air. That was not the only thing I was losing.
I was losing my mind.
My damn mind.
It felt heavenly, warmth creeping up to my cheeks, feeling the taste of his own entering my mouth. He held my back, slowly making advances, then pinned me down.
“Ngh, I-” we separate, causing me to gasp for air. Panting, I looked up to him, still seeing nothing but pure oblivion– yet I couldn’t hide my smirk. “I wonder how you look right now.”
Panting, even more than I am, he husked with a deep ferocity, “Haah.. You should see yourself.” He groaned, approaching me once again.
Again he hovered above me, testing the waters.
Until he plunged his tongue back in my damn mouth.
“Mm,” A muffled moan escapes my throat, furrowing my brows with closed eyes. How I wondered how he looked right now. Dishevelled? A feral sense to him? Or a tamed beast?
He continued plunging his tongue in my mouth, feeling me out. This time, I pushed him away with my own tongue.
‘Air?’ He asked, with telepathy.
‘No. Something else, can you return your tongue?’ I answer with the same form of communication; our minds.
Doing so, he nearly separates our lips completely.. Until I make my own advances. The vibration of his throat makes it to his tongue, causing a tickling sensation to envelope my tongue, I slide away, leaving the entrance of his lips, letting out a small laugh. “Haha–”
“Tsh- hahah! I can’t believe I'm doing this,” I feel the fear melt away as I unconsciously smile.
I was leading him now, being pressed against his body from on top, supported with one of his arms as he leaned to the wall of the bed.
A hand caresses my face, causing my laughter to be short-lived. Yet for some reason, I still had a ticklish smirk on my face.
“Quit doing– that, ” He grunted, still touching the side of my cheek.
Narrowing what feels to be my eyelids, I steady my focus, feeling out his face. “God, I didn’t even hear you take your mask off.”
“Which is why you cannot rely on your other senses completely.” He muttered.
“Can I touch your antennas?”
Flinching, he pushes me off. “The hell-?! No!” He barked, earning an uncontrollable laugh from me. “Hahah! Pff, ahaha!” I hold my ribs from the laughter.
“Pervert,” He grunted, with that forsaken, low, raspy voice of his.
“I really want to see what it does to you , though, ” My playful tone shifts to a sly one– no, a seductive one. One that I had forgotten I had since I arrived in this facility.
“You will never see me in that state, you insatiable animal.” My wrist presses against his cheek while he talks, feeling the warmth creeping up on me again. I grin at him then say, “For one who doesn’t want that, you’re quite warm. Admittance or not.”
“Rghhh, I'm not-!” I pull him closer, despite his protest.
Mid-speech, I seize the opportunity to devour his mouth. Sucking on his tongue, so slowly, created a wave of a strange emotion to electrify within me.
Lust.
No, shoot-
Panicking, I brush off the thought for now, my attention shifting to the ‘meal’ I was currently getting. “nghh..” He uttered, ever so softly, trying his best to keep quiet. In the midst of all that, he notified me with telepathy. ‘It should be enough–’
Silencing him with a bite on his lip, I continue to savour his taste, despite all those foregone nights that I had looked up to him with buzzling fear in my eyes.
“A-agh!” He winced, the bite overloading his senses. Continuing to drink him, I couldn’t bite back my own noises that threatened to spill out of me.
Perhaps I could mess with him.
‘Haa,’ I breathed out, shifting my thoughts to a telepathic conversation. ‘You’re wet, ” I mumbled in a sly tone. “ So wet, spilli –”
The force suddenly gritted me against the bed, no longer making me the lead. I had been turned over, my head now on the pillowy luxury, while a force continued to reside above me.
“I meant your tongue, ” I mumble, a devious grin marking my face, still wondering what the hold up was for.
But how amusing it would be, if I could see his expression? Would it be angry? Or full of lust ?
“Want me to say it again?”
“S-stop.. It.. ” He huffed, “Ah.. aghh. .”he groaned in torture as I stroked his antennas.
“ When did you become such an animal, ” He grunted, the low tone of his driving me to a new high. Shoot.
“Always been a part of me.” I smirked, feeling the muscles of my face giving an expression. “Just had a lot of things to get used to. Heavy things– the facility.”
‘Tch,’ He grunted. “I hope you never go blind again,”
“That’s so nice of you!” I joked, ending with a laugh.
“You know what I mean!” He barked, his body pressing on mine again, feeling an unusual lump graze against my calf.
“There are other heavy things I might have to get used to,” I started again, faking a serious voice. “Hmph. Like what?” He replied.
“Your body,” my hand brushed against his leg, which caused him to jolt up, a deep, feral groan escaping his lips. “S-stop touching me–!”
I stopped touching him.
Silence.
“Do you mean that?”
My question is left in the air for a split second, before crushing lips smother my own, so hungry, ravenous– causing an unkempt desire lingering in my mouth. Something so greedy .
Without the main intent to cease my blindness anymore, he instead sucked my own tongue, seeming to be fueled by his own desires. The heaviness that usually loitered in the air was still there, but it was something else.
Tension.
A different kind of tension.
Our lips parted, but he wanted a bit more. “Ah!” I wince, his fangs lightly biting my lower lip, before caressing it with his own tongue. “Damn,” he groaned. “Damn it all,” He retreated from me, his legs still keeping mine in place, but his lips no longer devoured mine.
Again, something unconsciously brushed against my upper leg this time, seeming so.. Hard. “Eh?” I wondered what it was, until it occurred to me. “Shit.” I mumbled, an electrifying sense pulsating my whole body again.
“Your wings. Give me your wings. ” I murmured, slowly.
A moment of silence was briefly done. “Damn. It.” He grunted, a sudden flapping occurring from his back, before it folded, reaching my arms. The familiar feathers grazed my torso, reaching my forearms, lightly tickling my sides without him knowing. I softly laughed, hoping he wouldn’t hear me– but he did.
Retreating his wings, I grab it back, touching his feathers.. A signal that it was fine for him to rest it there. But that wasn’t enough.
I wanted to coax him to surrender himself to me.
Fingering my way around, I tease him by going near the big feathers, only to ever so lightly brush over them. He growled, each time my hands touched so near his sweet spot, only to leave him again, brushing elsewhere.
Touching the medium-sized feathers, so near to the original ones, I ghost my hand over it again, slowly, like a figment of the past.
“Ah.. agh!” Piccolo winced, annoyed how I kept taunting him.
A small sound of his lips parting occurred, yet no words were spoken. He was biting it back, trying hard– not to be tempted to beg me like an animal.
“Cat got your tongue?” I ask, but he only lets out a ferocious growl.
I continue making my way near his spot, only to leave it again. Again and again I coaxed him, teasing him until even I could not contain myself anymore. Would I hear those pleasure-inducing moans from his lips, just like that dream?
Or would he get to me first?
“You’re quite patient, huh?” A playful smirk laces my lips, finally touching that spot he longed for. He grunted, his wings swinging like a rabid animal.
“Stay still.”
“I-”
Brushing the base of the wing, I expected a small reaction from him.
He let out a guttural moan, his legs tightening around my own, the feathery wings of his uncontrollably arching as he came. But I didn’t stop shortly, so it seemed to tense even further, until I realised he wouldn’t stop cumming until I paused.
So he came.
Twice.
With no damn rest.
He exhaled sharply, only to moan once more. “Haa- aahhh,” he hissed at me, burying one of his hands in my hair, trying his best not to grip it too hard.
I didn’t expect this. He acted like a wild beast..
Sure, he was so sensitive when I ‘preened’ him.. But this– it was something else hearing those wild, unrestrained noises escape his throat, unabashed sounds of pleasure crying out to me.
“So sensitive,” I chuckle, continuing to brush the tip and base of it. Keeping both of my hands busy, I left him with no rest. “Ha-” he gasped. “Ah- a-ah.. You little–”
Arching again, I felt the covered moist slide against my legs. How many times has he came by now?
Now his body was twitching against me, his claws gripping the bed, knowing he’d hurt me if he held my hip instead. “You’re doing this on purpose,” He snarled, the fierceness of his tone only made me crave further. I was still stroking him, those long, slow strokes that brushed against his tethered feathers.
“Purpose?” I give a mischievous grin. “Now why would I?”
Picking up the pace, I harshly brushed against the tip of it, the languid movements being replaced with intensity. “Gahh–!” He hoarsely groaned, nearly toppling over me if it weren’t for his arms already stabilising his position.
Stopping suddenly, I allow him to suffer for a split moment.
He winced, but it got cut off shortly. Though I still could not see, I knew he was biting himself– containing that overflowing pitcher of want-
But the want overflowed.
“Do.. it..” he husked, so raspy and deep, tempting me to take up his offer.
“Release me..” he gave up on his temperance, admitting his need that I could quench.
“Asked for it.” I smirk, rubbing vigorously on his feathers, no longer just focusing on the base, but the tip.. Or bud, as well.
“All this rubbing caused you to become like this, ” I let out, lost in serenity. “Who knew such an intimidating beast could be so sensitive .” Continuing to stroke him, his constant noises brought waves of electrifying lust to my own body. But I ignored it. He moaned.
The dirty talk of mine didn’t help him either.
“I’ve already ‘released’ you three times? Four? How many more does it take to satisfy you?”
‘Nghhh…’
“And you call me insatiable.”
A flare of ki spiralled up in me, seeing something like heat detection in my vision. It was coming back, but not completely.
It had only been half an hour, after all.
But now I could see his movements, my vision seeming to be like those heat-detectors, with red-orange colours emitting every heated area.
Oh.
The most heat was heading to his face and his..
Pulling the wing closer to my face, it’s reach is no longer far. I use my own tongue to satisfy him, earning more unretained moaning from his throat. “You– aghh!” He shrieked, tossing his head up while his wings arched.
I could see heated waves of thick liquid pass out of him, due to the detection. Maybe it wasn’t my vision.. No, was it from ki?
Bingo .
“ng.. oh. Oh. ” he moaned, detecting the heat pooling from his gut. Trying his best to keep it in, he could only helplessly groan, antennas twitching ever so much. Overstimulated? Far from it. Even after having that sweet release over three times, it wasn’t enough for him to soften. “Aahhh,” he winced, gripping my shirt, a tearing sound stifled the air.
“Woah now,” I tease, the vibrations of my tongue being sent through his feathers.
“i’ll fix it later. ” he snarled, deeply in heat.
Prodding my tongue in swift motions, I focus my attention on his more sensitive wing. I noticed that one of the wings seemed more connected to his part.
Using my hand, I ruffle whatever my tongue cannot reach in one motion. Passionately I lick it, sucking it even, on the tip–
“Haa.. ha.. Ahhh! S-stop.. da-mn, it- ” he moaned.
He would never admit it, but he was enjoying this. Those sounds were more than proof set in stone. The room was filled with his unholy sounds, the echoes of it bouncing wall to wall.
Involuntary thrusting on complete nothing, he tried to hide it, but with my heat vision, nothing could escape my sight.
I gulped, the mere thought of actually being taken by him.. The position of his hips–
Snap out of it!
Accidentally licking a different spot of the wing, which wasn’t much further, I'm about to shift back to my previous position, until I notice him jerk much more than his usual motions. “Ha-!” He tried to cut himself off.
I’ve found the spot.
Ruthlessly, I stroke it with my tongue, hands, his sounds being a blessing to my ears.. His constant moaning was driving me insane. “Aghh.. mmm, please– sylvie- ” he groaned, no longer censoring his desirable cries filled with lust.
He was moaning my name . “Ahh.. sylv– mm.. a-ah!”
That was enough to snap whatever last thread I had that previously held me back. Mercilessly my tongue striked blows to his feathers, making him quickly reach his high– so persistently, I would refuse to stop.
“Mmm, ngh..! AH-!” He yelled out, nearly reaching it, “Ahh.. Sylvie-!” he cried out my name, letting out a final surge before he softened. Even his panting sent feverish lust through me.. Even more than ever, now that I could use somewhat of a heat-vision to see his state.
The heat detected most of it pouring through there. How I held myself back from cleaning up that mess myself.. Just the thought of tasting his.. Okay, Sylvie, you’re getting ahead of yourself.
But god, he truly was an animal. A beast.
“Sheesh,” I let go of his wings, shifting my hands to his face. “I don’t think I'd have enough stamina to survive that kind of fight with you. ”
“Especially with the amount you unload.”
“Quit it with the dirty talk,” he growled, hoarsely, exhausted from all the strokes.. Or rather, what came from that.
Tiredly he panted, with my heat-vision, I could see how hot his cheeks, lips, body were. “Haa..” he panted, trying to relax himself.
Minutes passed.
Once he relaxed, I slightly jumped on him, hugging from his neck while my body flimsily rested on him. “ Wh–”
“M’kay, I might sound bold and all, but don’t leave right now.. Please.”
“ F..fine .. I’m cold anyway.”
“Or I could.. Clean you up–” I joke, causing him to grip the back of my head and push my lips against his clothes, not for a kiss– but to shut me up.
Though the peace and tranquillity was brief, the silence didn’t seem so sickening anymore. Begrudgingly, he wrapped me up in his arms, though a question lingered on my mind.. He was never one to admit anything, so..
Did he like this? Like hugging me? Oddly enough, no matter how much he protested, he ended up holding me anyway.