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“Victor!” Nisha called out in a sing-song voice as she knocked on the door. He released a small snort of frustration as his focus was broken before his expression shifted into a smile.
“Beloved, what brings you here at this hour? You know not to disturb my work,” he chastised, putting down his scalpel and stripping his bloody gloves from his hands with a snap of latex.
Nisha carried a small box with her, looking demurely up at him, hoping that she looked innocent enough that he may appease her this once. “One of the nurses mentioned that you had a set, and I couldn’t help myself,” she spoke in a shy voice, eyes shifting to avoid his.
When she was avoidant like this, he couldn’t help but feel his curiosity rise. Since he had allowed her a little bit more freedom, her confidence was slowly increasing. He found it refreshing to finally have somebody who could push back at him as well without the threat of them usurping his command. The fact that this person could ease some of his baser needs helped immensely as well.
“Beloved, what are you carrying?” his headset zoomed in on the box, scanning the contents from the label and comparing it to the local inventory database. At the realization of what it was, he couldn’t help the laughter that rumbled through him. She practically jumped at the sudden sound, eyes wide.
“What?! What’s so funny?” she demanded, brow furrowing as she sat the box down on the counter.
“Are those for me or for you?” Victor’s gaze softened from behind his headpiece, his expression reading clearly enough to her to know he was not teasing her this time. He was serious. She shifted uncomfortably, as if debating on whether there was still time to deny her interest.
A soft sound passed from between her lips, and his huge hand immediately cupped her chin, pulling her gaze up to meet his own. “Repeat yourself. I couldn’t hear you,” Victor purred, rubbing a circle on her cheek with his thumb.
“You. They are for you,” she softly spoke. A blush crept across her cheeks. He roared with laughter again, releasing her chin to make his way over to the table.
“I see. I guess I should spoil you every once in a while, shouldn’t I? Why don’t you elaborate what you want? I want to make sure I grant all of my little beloved’s wishes,” he grinned, the gold of his teeth flashing in the intense light of the room. He pulled a sheet over the body on the table, packing away his tools. His gaze repeatedly shifted to her, observing her as he took his time cleaning up. While he was one to indulge her on occasion, he could not let his work suffer.
Once he had finally rinsed the last of his tools, his hands clasped over the box, sliding it open to expose the smooth metal rods. He lifted one in his hands, the small metal rod looking more like a tooth pick in comparison to him. “I never took you as interested in trying this,” he remarked, glancing into her eyes and watching her shift uncomfortably under his gaze.
“I was just curious is all,” she whispered back shyly.
“Beloved, I am not judging you,” Victor placed the rod back in the box, gently closing it before placing his hand onto Nisha’s shoulder. “Come. Let us indulge your curiosity. We will make an experiment of it,” Victor said as he led her into an adjacent lab.
As the lights flickered on, he took his place at the center table, slowly unbuttoning his shirt before Nisha placed a hand over his. “Please…let me,” she insisted softly, running her fingertips across his mottled flesh. Victor couldn’t help but smile as he watched the woman slowly unbutton his shirt, peppering light kisses across the array of scars. She followed the line down his chest until it reached the button of his pants, and she expertly flicked her wrist, popping the button open. Victor’s breathing deepened as he watched her with intense interest. His hand came forward to rest on the top of her head, threading his fingers through her hair as she kissed a line across his hips where the flesh met the waistline of his pants.
“Fucking tease,” he hissed, throwing his head back as her tongue darted out to trace the scar, her fingers pulling on his pants to drag them down and drop them to the floor. He pulled her hair, jolting her head back to look up at him as he stepped out of his pants and palmed at his crotch. Her eyes immediately drifted down to focus on his erection, eyes wide at the rapid stretch of the cotton that trapped his cocks as they strained against the fabric. “Look at what you do to me,” he hissed, his tongue darting out to taste the air, scenting her arousal around him.
She leaned forward, pressing her face into his clothes crotch and rubbing her face against the bulging members. The smoothness of the fabric against her skin paired with the musky scent of him caused her pupils to blow wide with arousal. He couldn’t help the hitch of his breath as he watched her, his own hips shifting with discomfort as he pushed her back to strip himself of his underwear.
“Better hurry before you lose your chance,” he smirked, laying back flat on the table. Nisha blinked, clearing her head, before reaching for the small box. She gazed upon his two cocks, twitching in the air as he rested his arms behind his head, relaxing on the table. She lifted the first rod, generously coating it with lube, before gently grasping the shaft of one of his cocks in her hand and circling the opening to his urethra with the rod. He took in a sharp breath as he felt the cold metal press against his tip, circling him.
“How is that?” Nisha asked, slowly pumping the shaft she was toying with.
“Good,” he hissed in response, his hips struggling to stay still.
“Good,” she repeated back to him, smiling softly as she added a bit more lube to the rod before pressing it gently into his urethra, slowly working the rod into him. His hands drifted away from behind his head to grasp at the table beneath him, soft whimpers escaping his throat as she worked the rod deeper into him.
“Still good?” she asked as she finally settled the rod in. She could see his cock twitching around the rod in small pulses. He nodded, and she tsked at him. “Use your words, dear,” she smiled, leaning forward to drag her tongue flat across his shaft.
He immediately groaned with pleasure before responding in a short gasp, “yes, fuck yes.”
Her hand reached over to grab his other cock, slowly pumping his length as she worked her tongue on the other. Her tongue circled around the metal rod as it jut free from his cock, teasing his hole. He moaned with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, his hips bucking experimentally, trying not to move too much with the rod buried in his cock.
“Such a good boy,” she purred against his cock, sending gentle vibrations through his shaft and eliciting another hiss from him.
“I can’t hold out much longer,” he admitted, panting as his hands sought her out, threading his fingers through her hair again as she continued working both of his cocks with her hands and mouth. She smiled into him, giving him a gentle nip and watching with pleasure as his cocks pulsed.
“Just a little longer,” she insisted, wrapping her mouth around his tip and swirling her tongue around the rod. He couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped his throat. After what felt like an eternity, she finally grasped the rod between her fingers, withdrawing it from him. He immediately spurt forth, like an uncorked bottle, as his cocks twitched and released their load.
Nisha smiled, stroking him through his orgasm and watching his cum paint his chest as it sprayed through the air. As he finally came down, panting as he caught his breath, she trailed her finger across the streaks of cum, slipping the digit into his mouth, forcing him to taste himself.
“Such a good boy,” she smiled as his forked tongue sucked hungrily at her finger. She knew she’d have to experience this again.