nsfw lmao

Wilson's Experiments

Wilson had been studying this world's stranger substances, but one he could never get his hands on was the tedious nightmare fuel, something only the crazy could receive... Or so he thought.
Wren was in her tent, gasping lightly as she gave small circular motions between her legs, causing some purrs to slip from her lips. Her shorts and panties were crumpled around her ankles, and she quickened her rubs. Her hips moved with her pace, as the two fingers caressed her leaking slit. She was groaning, the black fluid spilling into her hands. She was so close, just a little..
She heard a slight gasp, and her eyes shot open. Wren yelped when she saw Wilson in the entryway, his face red and his hands filled with a small notebook and pencil. Her face followed suit, covering herself up and Wilson finally caught his breath.
He caught her in the middle of self pleasure, and she was splayed out, mid rub, and she whined from the immediate removal. She grunted, glowering at the Scientist.
"Well, do you.. Need anything? Or are you just gonna stand there? "
Wren was understandably impatient, as she was too close to stop. Wilson finally string together enough words to respond, but his voice shivered with embarrassment
"Ah! M-M'lady, I am so, so-"
Something caught his eye, and his breath hitched. He stared closely at the fluid covering her exposed hand, and kneeled down to take a closer look.
"Wren, is that.... Nightmare fuel?"
Wren looked down at her hand, which was covered with the slick, shadowy substance. She raised her natural hand, and cocked her head.
"Th-this? Well.. Yeah, it appears so.. Why do you ask? "
His hand gently wrapped around her wrist, and brought it closer to get a better view. She was very anxious, seeing as he was so gentle, and he wasn't even mad about catching her in the act. He seemed rather interested, and took some of the fluid onto his finger. He looked back up to Wren, his eyes filled with satisfaction.
"May I take a sample?"
Her heart skipped a beat and her jaw fell slack. She looked down at her soaked hand again, and wearily nodded.
"Y-yeah, I guess you-"
Before she could finish he hopped to his feet and left. She sighed, and slowly slipped her hand back down again. His eyes were enough to make Wren crave him, and his touch made her writhe.
"Hah, god, Wilson.."
She was enjoying it again, but was interrupted.
"Keep it up, Dear! I'm almost ready!"
Wren shifted uncomfortably, not used to having an audience, but wilson came back with a small, round flask. It was see through, with a green tint. Must have been an old jar before he found and cleaned it. Wilson's hand gently lifted hers, and she scraped some of the cooled liquid into the jar. Of course, it wasn't enough to study, and Wren slowly removed the blanket. She started with a slow pace, her breathing trying to steady itself.
" So, what's made nightmare fuel come from such an intimate area? "
Wilson smiled, and Wren began to rub again, while he watched intently. The dampened fire in her chest rapidly grew, and she began to buck her hips excitedly. But, she did her best to respond, knowing this was his experiment now.
"Well, Hah, the curse I have makes some.. Gah! Al-alterations to my physic-cal being, such as.. Ngh, this.
He nodded, taking some notes, and smiled once more.
"Is this where you get your supply of nightmare fuel? And, if so, what's your technique?"
Wren groaned, trying to keep herself maintained enough to answer his questions. But with the stimulation and his his eyes watching her, it was really difficult.
"N-no, I don't get it from here.. I usually have to scrape my other arm and draw it from AH! Th-there.."
Wilson was able to catch the spilling liquid, and decided he should take over for her. After all, this was HIS experiment, and she looked like if she didn't have any restrictions, she wouldn't last much longer. He moved her hand away, and removed one of his gloves. She flinched, sighing, and Wilson shifted to get comfortable.
"Easy now, I'm just going to-"
He guided his fingers along her pulsing lips, causing her to gasp, and rock her hips. As gentle as the winter breeze, he slid his two middle fingers inside, and her back arched with delight. He didn't seem fazed with her growls of pleasure, but Wren was afraid of scaring him at first. But the fear melted away as soon as he brushed the top of his fingers against the arrangement of nerves that made her cry out with relief.
"AH!"
She sucked the air in through her teeth as he thusted, curling his fingers against the set of nerves that set her heart ablaze. He would pull his fingers out now and again, collecting samples from her throbbing slit. Her heart was racing, and her mouth was opened in a weak oval, she appeared to be panting. She'd whine every time his fingers would escape, and she'd grit her teeth every time he slid back in. He began to quicken his pace, slowly inserting a third finger. She began to rock into his hand, panting.
"Snowbird, hah, haah, Wilson, ple-ease.. I need.. "
He would always throw her bucks off, trying to gather as much as he could. She'd huff with impatience, groaning. He smirked, looking at the quarter filled jar. The fuel seemed to be dampened down with human fluids, so it would be necessary to collect more for a better study.
"Yes? Just like that, just relax, love.."
Wren sucked the air through her teeth again, her hips trying to match his rhythym. She needed it, she was so close again..
"Wilson, hah, I need.. I need to cum, please.."
Wilson smiled, speeding his thrusts and Wren felt her legs lock up. Her eyes widened, as her hands dug into the beefalo wool blanket she had used to cover herself.
"Gah, HAH! Oh god, oh, fuck, Higgsbury.."
Wilson leaned down to her ear, as her hot breath stung his face. Her eyes slowly opened, looking into his dark eyes as his hands were occupied. He was smirking, seeing how needy she was under him.
"Weell~ since you've been a good little subject, maaybe I'll let you release. But, I don't know if you deserve it yet, dear.. Do you think so? "
Wren's moans became dual toned, the pleasure shaking her to her core. She was babbling incoherent please and praise, trying to match him, but she could never keep up. He smiled, gently rubbing her side with his free hand.
"I don't understand, doll. I need to know these things, you know."

He slowed his pace, allowing her to catch her breath. Wren whined, and bucked her hips against his hands as she was pretty much screaming his name.
"I -I deserve it, please, I-I did what you wanted, pleeaase.."
Wilson shrugged, and picked up his pace again. She yelped, her hips tilting upward. He ran his free hand over her outer thigh, rubbing gentle circles into the flesh.
"Alright, Alright. Go ahead, doll, I think I have enough.."
He began to slam his fingers into her spot, hard enough for her to almost tip over the edge. He placed gentle kisses on her neck, and licked every now and again. Her eyes rolled back, and she released onto his fingers. She continued to buck, despite the fact her body had released and was overstimulated. She eventually winded down, and Wilson pulled away, scraping her release into the now half filled jar. He twirled it around in his hand, watching the fuel try to take up space. Wren was panting, her hips still twitching from the pleasure. She had never done that with anyone before, not even her ex could provide that amount of pleasure. Wilson rubbed his hand on her torso, and she groaned tiredly.
"There.. That should be enough. You did well! I might need some more for further studies, but I'll let you know, alright?"
His voice was soothing as he took the crumpled clothing and folded it neatly, setting it next to her.
"I'll be outside, come out whenever you're ready, M'Lady."
And with that, he left the tent, and Wren slowly recuperated to becoming functional once again.

Fixed it lmao