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"Seems as if your tricks have finally caught up with you." the male smirked, pulling on the chain connected to the collar around your neck. Things definitely weren't supposed to end up like this. You rolled your eyes, holding your ground. "That's what you think." you scoffed in disgust.
Dottore smile only grew at your words. He knew it was bluff. "Just admit it. The kitsune got caught." he tugged on the chain again as he stood in front of you. You looked down at your lap. You had got caught all right. You were tied up with no way of getting out. "I can't say that your appearance is an unpleasant one though." he let go of the leash for a moment to circle around you. His eyes were taking in your entire figure.
"You are a rather interesting species." his deep voice told you from behind, sending shivers down your spine. "I am sure you'll pique my curiosity for awhile..." his voice somehow got lower with each word. Before you could react, Dottore was back and standing in front of you. He took the leash into his gloved hand again.
As he sat down in the chair right in front of you. You could feel those crimson coloured eyes roaming your body. "You don't seem to bear one of those awful visions either... I wonder why that is." his curiosity was drenched in sarcasm. You furrowed your eyebrows. Surely he must have known. You lifted your head to finally look him in the eyes. Even if looks couldn't kill, your glare was terrifying. At least to others who weren't the male before you.
The blue haired male smiled down at you. "Oh! That's right. The Raiden Shogun took it. How unfortunate for you." he pretended to sympathise for you with a small pout. "Shut up." you grumbled at him. Dottore only laughed in response, before his face got serious. "Don't worry. I'll fix you." he leaned closer to you.
"W-What do you mean?" you hadn't meant to stutter, but you couldn't help but feel nervous yet excited at the same time. The truth is, you had heard about a certain Fatui Harbinger who was a mad scientist of sorts. He had even created different beings before. Therefore, you couldn't help but seek him out. Perhaps he could help you and your visionless situation. After all, you wanted to fight alongside the resistance and go against the electro archon.
He only laughed, leaving the question in the air. The glimpse of hope in your eyes was so astonishing. Did you really think he could give you your vision back or something of the sorts? How laughable. He hated those ugly things. Especially since you could get more creative.
"Hmm, do you really want my help?" his voice seemed to be genuinely asking. You were timid on how to answer, but Dottore spoke up. "I won't know unless you use your words." he leaned over and placed a gloved finger underneath your chin, making you look at him. "Yes... I want your help." your voice was small and your cheeks were flushed. Why were you so embarrassed over this? Your eyes couldn't even meet his.
The male hummed, "What? You should speak louder when asking for things." It's like his voice was telling you to look at him, despite not saying it outright. "I want-" You began only to get cut off by him.
"Look at me."
Slowly, your eyes met his crimson coloured ones. Behind his eyes was complete darkness and a hence of derangement. Is that what having a lot of knowledge looked like? "I want your help.. please." you voice was still a bit shy upon speaking, but Dottore was satisfied (in a way). He leaned back and clapped for you. "Good..." he trailed off, sentencing quickly running dry. He began staring at your figure once again. It had just occurred to him. He knew what you were, but not what you were.
Your appearance was truly one of a kind. Dottore had never been face to face with any fox envoys on the rather conservative Inazuma. He studied your appearance for a long moment, which caused you to shift in your spot. You had no idea why he was looking at you so intensely. It was your turn to speak up now. "So, um, you'll help me...? Mister Dottore?"
Oh. He came back to reality as soon as those words left your lips. The title you added in front of his name was... cute. Unexpectedly, he pulled on your leash, pulling you very close to him. You let out a small yelp in surprise. Air had left your body without warning after all. "Maybe I will. Maybe I won't." he told you, as nonchalantly as ever. You squirmed in your spot and looked in his eyes. "Please?"
Maybe you were desperate, but who wouldn't be in your position? At the current state of Inazuma, your future basically lied in his hands. Dottore didn't look satisfied. In fact.. he was beginning to look uninterested. "Please, Mister Dottore." your pleading came out as an accidental whimper. That caught his attention. You could see the small glint his eyes at your pleads.
Without warning, he pushed you away from him. The strength he used was enough to send your back to cold tiled floor beneath you. "You really know how to beg. I'm almost impressed." he complimented (?). Before your brain could possibly process his words, he went on, "You must pathetically beg often. Don't you?"
As if your body wasn't already beginning to feel like furnace, his words made it worse. You could feel that heat going elsewhere. You shook your head, "No. I don't." you denied. At this point, you were trying your best to focus your thoughts anywhere else, so a problem wouldn't bloom anew. Too bad it was too late. And he sure payed attention to details.
Dottore's eyes trailed down, noticing the problem. "Oh? What a pleasant surprise." he grabbed your leash, pulling you to him. So you were a boy after all. At least that pondering thought didn't need to be pondered any longer. He planted his foot right over your growing erection. You immediately whined. "The fox boy is just a masochist." Dottore moved his foot against your crotch and a moan flew past your lips without a second thought. You eyes widened and you quickly shook your head, attempting to ignore the pleasure he was giving you.
"N-No... just an accident." you mumbled, holding your head down in shame. Dottore laughed at your state. He was a scientist who knew how to read others and the environment to create the most efficient hypotheses. He already knew you were lying, but he'd play in your fib for now. He would get you to expose the truth anyway.
Dottore pulled on your collar, bringing you closer to him. Putting his gloved hand underneath your chin, he forced you to look up at him. "Just an accident, you say?" he stared at you with those alluring eyes and purposely deepened his voice as if it wasn't attractive enough. You gulped and tried nodding. Suddenly he pushed his shoe down on your crotch even more causing an involuntary whimper to leave you.
His hand left you as he continued giving attention to your erection. Moans had no choice but to fall from those lips of yours. "Hm? You're really enjoying this aren't you?"
"N-No."
You still refused to admit it. "Mm, no? So you're not getting turned on by a complete stranger getting you off with his shoe right now?" he asked, eyebrow raised. Oh, he was definitely amused. And perhaps even curious to see how long you'd keep the lie going. You bit down on your lip and shook your head. Your thighs hugged his shoe as it rubbed you through your clothing. It did feel really good. More than you were willing to admit. But your moans said it all.
"What a troublesome little fox you are. Lying to someone who wants to help you." Dottore tsked, quickening his pace. You whined, indulging in the feeling. "I-I'm sorry.." you apologised between moans. You still wanted him to help you with the original problem at hand, but also this current one. Dottore only laughed at your whiny apology. "Perhaps I should stop helping you." he began to slow his movements.
"Please continue... please..." you begged, "Please help me, Mister Dottore."
With those words, he sped up the process. You truly did know how to beg properly. You felt your cock twitch right before you came in your underwear, leaving a mess. The male widened his eyes in surprise. He didn't think you'd finish so quickly. "How disappointing,"
He moved his shoe from your crotch. "A horny fox that doesn't have a single piece of endurance." He pulled at the chain and motioned you to stand. You were obedient and quickly did so. Dottore pulled you into lap before he began unzipping your pants.
After removing your pants, your underwear went along with it. When Dottore wrapped his hand firmly around your cock, you felt shivers run down your spine. His large hand was able to nearly hold all of your size. Dottore began slowly moving his hand up and down. Both you and him could feel your cock getting hard again. You leaned back in his lap and titled your head back.
Even if he was going extremely slow, it still felt so good. "Hah, you're definitely enjoying this. Even at the slow pace. You're such a whore." Your dick twitched in his hand at being called that. You were just full of surprises. You whined and even tried moving in place for a little more friction- to no avail.
"You like that? Me calling you a pathetic whore?" he was testing the waters and his hypothesis was definitely correct. You moaned, and nodded your head almost shamelessly. Taking your known masochism a step further, Dottore wrapped his free hand around your neck. Even with the collar on, you could feel the pressure he was applying to the sides of your throat. That only egged you on more.
Not only that, but he moved his hand faster. The amount of lewd moans that left your lips sounded like a hentai of sorts. "Feels... good..." you managed to whimper. Dottore only squeezed at your throat even more. He hardly recognised it when you attempted to moan out his name in your position.
It wasn't at all long before you came all over his gloved hand. The male discarded of his gloves, throwing them across the room somewhere. Dottore shoved you to the ground and to your knees. Your face was met with his visible erection in his pants and you gulped. "Oh, don't tell me you thought you were going to be the only one that got off."