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Victor Gideon who edges you via meds.
He’s into drugging but not in the date-rape kinda way. He needs you conscious for what he is about to do to you.
Dr. Gideon alternates between two main drugs. Since you’re already on antidepressants, one has a side effect of low libido, and the other a side effect of enhancing it. Unbeknownst to you, of course, as he mixes them into your IV bags before bringing them to your room. To you? They look no different, and feel anything but.
On days he gifts you the libido enhancers, he’ll spend all night in your room ripping orgasms from your body….back……to back……to back……to back……. There is no such thing as overstimulation on those days. Your refractory period is non-existent, completely skipping overstimulation and quickly amping up for the next orgasmic crash. And coming from a man who genetically modified himself to have superhuman abilities and strength?? There is literally no biological limitation keeping either of you from stopping.
Those nights are the kind that forever raises a girl’s standards. You’ll fall asleep, putting a pin in tonight’s sex, only to continue the fantasies in your dreams. You can’t even function throughout the day without new kinky scenarios popping up in your head.
Then, once Victor has properly spoiled you into your addiction, he’ll put you on libido inhibiting meds. Your mind remains untouched, constantly craving the release he gifts you, desperate for him to get you to that high. Your body, however? Is physically unable to get there. Sensations are borderline numb, only feeling pressure rather than the usual warm and tingly feeling Victor evokes from your skin. He could overstimulate you for hooooouuuurrrrsssss, and you’re left to do nothing but sob as your body barely registers his movements. He just laughs at how numb your body gets just from a little pill. He’ll ravish your body and take what he needs, and yet, you’re somehow edged while he’s balls deep inside you.
You have him. His body, his love, his attention, all of it. Victor shows his relentless devotion to you, abusing all your sensitive sweet spots but your body can’t even muster an ounce of pleasure. You want nothing more than one of his earth-shattering orgasms. But you just. Can’t. Come.
All you’re left with is the memory of Victor’s love: daydreaming to come around his length again.
He’ll catch you grinding on your pillows or abusing toys. Usually, his ego would deteriorate at the sight. But it’s all worth it when you’re crying in frustration, begging him to play with you again. Victor knows that no matter what you do, you will never feel pleasure unless he grants it.
Dr. Gideon is an organized man, but he never keeps your meds on a consistent schedule. One week, he might feed you the libido pills every day, fucking you until you pass out each night. Another week, maybe he only gives you a libido pill on Monday, casting you aside to crave him for the rest of the week. Or even worse, he’ll go weeks with you on the libido inhibitors: leaving you leaking and desperate to come with no end in sight. No matter the circumstance, you’ll never be able to anticipate when Victor will let you cum again. Each time, you relish like it’s your last……if you aren’t too cockdrunk to think straight in the first place.
And you can’t refuse the pills, because that sends you to the psychiatric ward. Refusing doctor’s orders? They’ll force the pills down your throat regardless. So you just have to lie back and take whatever he blesses you with. And you fucking hate it. All until he’s deep inside you again, and pulling multiples out of you suddenly sways you to forgiveness.
Victor has a hard time saying no to you, though. Mostly because when you’re sobbing, every muscle contorted around his meaty cock, he wants nothing more than to watch you fall apart. On those days, when he gets really desperate, he’ll stick you with a shot of libido enhancers. The drug will seep through your veins, dragging waves of pleasure with it. He can see the tonal shift in your body, blush littering your skin in the path of the circulating drugs. All Victor can do is admire you, as your tension dissolves into pure want: muscles no longer clenched to force the feelings, but helplessly twitching because of them.
Once he reveals his emergency libido shot? You’re begging every time that he edges you. Somehow, knowing that he’s withholding your immediate relief only makes you wetter. Victor is saving you. He is accumulating your pleasure, wanting it to snowball until the next fateful day where the enhancers bless your body.
During ovulation, he’ll slip extra vitamins into your IV. You won’t even be able to tell that he gives you something extra, and just naturally feeling whole during that point in your cycle. Victor will even make a point to spend some quality time with you this week. He truly adores you, but at the end of the day, he wants to condition you to associate good feelings, health, and fertility with his presence. It’s not a common gesture to his AFAB patients, either. Victor will do whatever it takes to keep you ripe for him.
How does he track your cycle? He does have a superhuman sense of smell, but that would be too easy. Dr. Gideon requests that the nurses bring your underwear to him at the end of each day. Running samples on your discharge and tasting the discarded nutrients, he studies it all. To you, the nurses are taking your clothes to be laundered. Little did you know that they were feeding Victor’s addiction. They’ll always return to you clean, but he can’t help but smirk when remembering that through your underwear, his tongue has indirectly lavished your cunt.
Maybe one fateful month, he devises a plan. Alongside your nutrients, he’ll feed you fertility meds. Victor loves watching your breasts swell a bit, growing plump in his hands. He’ll make sure that you get a little extra food on those days. Not used to fattening foods, your weight will catch in your hips. Victor drools while holding your newly childbearing hips in his grasp. On top of it all? Your undies smell extra divine when you’re fed those meds.
He has an insane breeding kink. So once he ups your fertility during ovulation week? He can’t help but pump a baby into you. Unbeknownst to you, of course. Then, Victor will even slip abortion pills into your IV during the week you’d normally get your period. So to you? It just looks like a little extra clotting or a heavy cycle that month.
But why kill the fetus if Victor loves human evolution? He’ll experiment on your excreted embryo, sure. He only induces your abortion so he can knock you up again two weeks later. The mere seconds of conception drives him crazy. He swears he can feel your cervix dilate as his flushed tip presses against it: your womb beckoning his juices. He loves watching your body start to shift, evolving due to his seed. The thought of your body unconsciously working to accommodate and serve him is all he could ever dream of. Especially since you have no idea of his plan, your instinctual service drives him wild.
And even if your weight or mood fluctuates during the pregnancy cycles, you wouldn’t notice. You’re too busy worrying about whether or not your doctor will let you cum this week. Too busy going insane from all the edging, the last thing you worry about is abnormal menstrual cycles.
The nurses won’t dare acknowledge your special treatment, either. Although they aren’t the ones measuring doses and switching IV content, they aren’t oblivious. Everyone sees how Victor is downright obsessive over you. And he’ll admit it, too. Always claiming that some patients require special attention or unique treatment. He’s too possessive over you, anyways. If anything other doctor at Rhodes tried to step in, questioning if you really felt safe under Victor’s care? You’d assume they were fired, when really he’s burying their bodies in the backyard. You’re his. Your body, your mind, and every function beneath your flesh, all belonged solely to him. And he wasn’t afraid to claim it.
He doesn’t plan on sharing his little secret anytime soon. If anything, maybe he’ll tamper with your hormone levels to ensure that you’ll need his care continuously. If your labs come back critical, the hospital simply must keep you under their supervision. You’re forever thankful for their service, just not aware as to how much Victor is truly serving you.