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"Are you alright, my dear?" Dottore chimed with a smirk, "You seem quite agitated, no?" He rested his gloved hand on Scaramouche’s soft thigh.
Suddenly, all eyes were on him. Everyone in the meeting eyed the balladeer, his face was flushed and his thighs were trembling.
"Is there a problem, Balladeer?" The Tsaritsa questioned, her cold gaze showing a little bit of concern. His eyes darted around the room, Signora was eyeing him like hawk, Tartaglia was holding back a laugh, and… Dottore…
"N-no…" Scaramouche breathed out, feeling the vibrations in his cunt increase, he slammed his thighs shut tighter than before.
The Tsaritsa nodded and continued with her lecture, Scaramouche couldn’t hear any of it. His ears were filled with the sound of his fake heart pounding against his chest.
‘This is all that stupid doctor’s fault!’ He mentally shrieked. It was his fault there was a large vibrator up his cunt going at a fast pace.
Scaramouche’s eyes glared at Dottore who seemed to be pretending to listen with his left hand under the table toying with the remote, he felt the vibrator increase its speed again. He bit back a whimper and heard Dottore let out a soft chuckle.
"T-turn it down…" Scaramouche whispered, only for Dottore to turn up the speed. The balladeer quietly squirmed in his seat, Dottore’s hand began rubbing his inner thigh at a slow pace.
Dottore gave him a glare that screamed "behave".
"Alright, you are all dismissed." The archon said, gesturing for them all to leave. They all made their way out of the room and to their designated offices.
However, the doctor and balladeer ended up in the doctor’s lab.
"Get this thing out of me, pleaaase!" Scaramouche fell to his knees and pleaded, tears falling from his eyes. A hand cupped his cheek, lifting his head to make eye contact.
"H-haaah… please, please…" He whined, earning the vibrator being set to the highest speed. "O-oOoh!-" Scaramouche sobbed and panted, shutting his eyes and gripping Dottore’s legs for balance.
That’s when he felt something land on his face. Dottore’s dick was right in front of him, he knew exactly what he wanted.
"C’mon, doll, we don’t have all day." Dottore teased.
Scaramouche couldn’t think, his brain was turned to mush by that point. He quickly shoved the tip into his mouth and tried taking the whole length down his throat.
Dottore caressed his cheek before petting his head, feeling him take his cock down his tight throat. The balladeer began bobbing his head, using his hands to stroke the parts he couldn’t fit.
"That’s it,,, you’re doing so well, doll." Dottore groaned, his hand gripping dark hair, pulling him closer, causing the balladeer to choke and moan around his dick.
"Fuck," The doctor breathed out before releasing deep inside Scaramouche’s throat, making him gag and choke on the thick liquid.
The balladeer swallowed it all, sticking out his tongue as proof. "N-now, can you please remove it?…" he whimpered, staring at the doctor with glassy puppy eyes.
"Yes,yes." Dottore assured, "you’ve been so good for me, I think you deserve a reward, doll." He let go of his hair and proceeded to turn down the vibrator.
"Uhm, hello?" A voice echoed from outside the laboratory. "Lord Pantalone is requesting to speak to you, my lord."
"Archons," Dottore grumbled as he fixed up his appearance, "can’t have a second to myself, can I?"
Scaramouche sat there on his knees, watching him answer the agent. He’d join in on yelling at the poor guy if he wasn’t so fucked out right now.
He heard the door slam, followed by Dottore helping him get up. "Sorry, doll, it’s urgent. Tell you what, I’ll meet you in your room at midnight, we can finish our business then."
"Seriously?…" Scaramouche whined, cursing Pantalone in his head. "Yes, yes… please, leave." Dottore chided.
"And one more thing," the doctor said, "don’t remove the vibrator!" Giving the balladeer a crooked smile before shoving him out the door.
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Scaramouche plopped onto his bed, dressed in his normal top with only his panties on, impatiently awaiting Dottore’s arrival.
Vibrator had been changing its pace various times throughout the day. At some point it was turned up to max which caused him to squeeze his thighs shut and squirm in front of his subordinates.
His petite hand moved down his torso, stopping at the fatui mark around his womb area. It matched rather nicely with the electro mark that was between his collar bones, probably one of the few things he actually thanked his creator for.
"Ugh…" Scaramouche groaned, toying with the lace panties. "I swear, if he forgot about me I’ll make sure he regrets it…"
His fingers reached down to toy with his clit through his panties, gently rubbing in all the right ways. The vibrator made him even more sensitive, the small vibrations adding stimulation.
"Darn…" now he’s all hot and bothered but had no one to please him. Well, he could always go find a skirmisher or another harbinger but it would be too much effort.
Maybe he could grab a new recruit and manipulate him into being his personal dildo. It wouldn’t be the first time and he knew how recruits felt about his appearance, specifically his…assets.
"Ngh!-" Scaramouche let out a moan when he rubbed his clit right where it felt nice.
"D-Dottore…doctor…" Scaramouche whimpered, imagining the other doing it to him instead. Slick was seeping out of his cunt and onto his panties, leaving them soaked wet.
"DottoreDottoreDottore!-" Scaramouche babbled, feeling himself get closer to his orgasm. He pulled down his panties and began frantically fingering himself with two fingers beside the vibrator, abusing his g-spot repeatedly.
"C-cock… ngh!-" He mumbled, needing something large and thick inside him. "Please, ple-please!…" The balladeer begged, and pleaded, like a dog in heat.
"Oh," A voice echoed, followed by the sound of a door closing. "I was about to apologise for my tardiness but it seems you’re doing rather fine."
"D-DOTTORE!" Scaramouche shouted, immediately pulling his fingers out of his wet cunt and stretching out his arms for him, Dottore walked over and pinned him down to the bed.
Dottore roughly shoved two of his fingers into Scaramouche’s pussy as they kissed. The balladeer moaned into the kiss, allowing Dottore to touch him.
Scaramouche’s hands wandered to take off Dottore’s coat, trying to pry it off as the doctor pulled Scaramouche’s panties off fully.
"Put it in!…" Scaramouche panted once their lips broke contact, his face completely flushed. Dottore chuckled as he ripped the vibrator out of him and began undoing his pants with his free hand.
The doctor laid a kiss on where his fatui womb tattoo was before pulling out his cock. He forcefully slammed it into his wet sex, punching a moan out of the balladeer.
Dottore started with a fast and hard pace, not giving Scaramouche time to adjust. Scaramouche scratched at his back like an animal as Dottore fucked him in a mating press, watching how beautiful his lewd expressions where.
His eyes rolled up as his tongue lolled out, fresh tears ran down his face, smudging his makeup in the process. Scaramouche began bucking his hips backwards to meet his thrusts, taking in how good it all felt
"Nghhh…!" Scaramouche moaned as he felt his pussy stretch wider. Dottore’s cock repeatedly slammed into him at an animalistic pace, not showing any sign of stopping.
His face was now squished against a pillow with his ass raised high. His petite body rocked with each thrust, his left hand on his stomach, feeling the bulge that stuck out.
At some point, Scaramouche’s head was right against the headboard, only to be dragged back down onto the large cock penetrating him.
"Useless…bitch…" The balladeer panted, "G-Guh-Go hArdEr!…FastEr!… AhH!" Scaramouche demanded, feeling the pace pick up.
"Such a demanding little slut…" Dottore breathed out, "you need to learn some respect."
His hand landed on his ass, leaving a bright red mark on his pale skin.
Dottore continued slamming into him and spanking him as the sex progressed. Scaramouche was getting wetter and more debauched by the moment.
He was turning into a whore just for Dottore, a dumb slut that only wanted- no, needed cock.
"How are you doing down there?" Dottore slowed his thrusts down, waiting for a response.
Scaramouche let out a lewd mewl before mumbling something in inazuman, forgetting how to form complete sentences in English.
"Fuck, I think I’m gonna-" Dottore groaned as he shot his cum into scaramouche. Filling up his womb with his warm seed.
Scaramouche squirted violently right after, "I…hate you…" he (lovingly) forced out before he fell asleep.