Neither Safe, Nor Sane

Female reader route

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Dottore hushed your cries with kisses to your inner thighs. Although his voice was low, there was some hidden comfort behind it. He wouldn't dare to deny your orgasm for the entirety of this evening... right? 

Regardless, the doctor rubbed his clothed erection against your folds. His appendage was ridiculously hard, throbbing, even, from within its confinements. He must have had pent up frustration from all those days of committing sexual acts with you but none of which involving the penetrable art. 

"I really wanna put it in," mixed in with a few giggles, Dottore's gaze fell upon you showing an intense drive of lust. 
"What's stopping you?" Voice hoarse with want as you bit your lip in anticipation, unknowingly returning a smirk of your own. 

The fumbling of clothes was heard next and the raw specimen was plunged into your hole without further delay, "True," Dottore sneered. Upon insertion, you couldn't contain the moan that had left your mouth. Biting your lip wasn't enough when Dottore plugged his entire length inside. A shortness of breath hitched itself in your throat as he entered you with such ease. Your wetness from earlier combined with Dottore's saliva seemed like more than enough lubrication. 

As your moans grew louder, so too did Dottore's giggles and grunts. The doctor wasted no time in ploughing your hole with everything he had to spare. The sex was rough, intimate and demanding - all that the two of you could ever ask for from one another. You spewed intangible words whilst Dottore fucked the noises out of you. 

The drag of his cock would make you feel as though you were losing a part of yourself in ecstasy. His length reshaped your insides, reaching every corner deeply and affirmingly. The rabbit thrusts he provided were anything but cute or affectionate. This man wanted to dominate your every being, wrecking your walls till he's satisfied you could not walk. The power behind his thrusts sent your brain knocking back and forth inside your skull. Your vision, having already being obscured, felt as though it was shifting out of place from the sheer force. 

His cock ravished your pussy with delight, savouring the moisture you created with each and every thrust. And your slit only welcomed his length with warm and hollowed walls, constricting with every thrust he pounded into you. Your abused walls swallowed Dottore's cock, making a point to never release the appendage at any cost. 

The lustful spews leaving your mouth were music to Dottore's ears, blessing him with a myriad of different tones, octaves and songs. Your mewls would harden his dick inside you, causing the appendage to reach new angles and pound the deepest of regions. 

His cock made you see the entire universe under your blindfold, especially when he was quick to find and thrust at an angle which sent you into overdrive. With the addition of Dottore's godly oral from earlier, your legs jittered and quaked underneath his grasp. Even with his harsh grip on your thighs while his fingernails clawed through his gloves to keep a grip on you, your orgasm being far too close was certainly keeping you on edge. 

You can't help the heat that sears over your body when the doctor bites into the skin on your thighs. Most of his enjoyment came from marking you at his own, especially since it gave use to those sharpened teeth of his.

Dottore's grin was an unpleasant one - a grin which failed to mask the mischief and malevolent intent when he heard ramaging from behind the door to his lab. Though the outsider had yet to knock to announce their presence, Dottore was mentally grateful they awarded him more time to spend with you. 

So perhaps he could put on a blind show for the early arrival. 

Dottore rocked and curled his hips to angle himself even deeper inside your slit. He straightened his back, almost giving himself a preemptive stretch,  before lugging your legs over his shoulders and resting his hands on your breasts instead. The doctor kneaded the flesh in both hands, observing the arch of your back curl towards his touch as he did so. His grip was menacing, surely intending to leave bruises with his gloved fingers alone. He adored the way how they'd bounce in sync to his thrusts, watching as they'd flop to either side and expose the valley in between.