First victor gideon fanfict, hope you enjoy!
WORK HOUR SNAKE
You're working late one night at rhodes hill chronic care center. Back aching, head hurting. You just wanted to get home, Dr gideon walks into the main office hall, only you and him are left in the office late as everyone scrambles to get their keys, jumping into the only dark shaded elevator lightly lit in the back.
"Dear, do you mind helping me with something in my office..?"
He says with his darkly shattered tone and Erie grin that could make your legs weak in seconds. Now, you had never been in his office before. Nobody had, you're nerves were on fire as you try to get out a faint "y-yes sir..." Later as you finish your 8th project of the day you were mentally broken. You clearly needed a break from work, maybe he sees this. You and Dr. Gideon begain heading to his office discussing your latest test. After all you were his best surgeon. He praises you for your excellence and you notice how he towers over you watching the every crease of your face melt as he's complimenting you. It seems you notice how his smile spreads into a dark coated grin when you are flustered by him. As you and Dr gideon reach the door-way to his office he unlocks the shallow padlock and walks though the lightly lit light above the door to his leather chair making an echo with each heavy step. As he sits down his cracked hands heavy and huge as he sways for you to sit in the chair across from him.
"You needed Dr?..."
He cuts you off, pating his lap. His legs spread wide gesturing you to sit on his lap. Your blood boils as you are confronting something you have only day dreamed about. You're face gets a burning red color and your eyes slightly widen. You slowly creep towards him watching his same Erie grin you had seen in the hall-way there. You sit on his lap as he grips your waist, his big hands squeezing slightly and almoast painfully as you watch his fingers almoast slip to meet your skin. You sit awkwardly perched on his lap, he pulls you now tightening his grip. You can't help but try to feel the crease of his pants wondering how big he could possibly be. He's infected after all, right? So why not. You can feel the warmth yet Erie coldness of his hand, your face is very obviously filled with embarrassment.
You feel his hot breath on your neck as he is holding you in place, one hand on your waist while the other is on the back of your neck, nails digging into your skin. He loosens his grip on you letting you go, you're caught up and don't move the slightest. You stay in place feeling the warmth and comfort of his lap and chest. You start to feel him getting a bit aroused as he jumping you up and down on his hips with a tightened grip once again. You feel like you're about to burst in excitement, suddenly he catches himself. Picking you up effortlessly and setting you aside, grabbing his stuff swiftly and leaving the room. You catch a glimpse of pure excitement and pleasure in his eyes from his slipping head gear. You are left questioned as moments earlier you had felt his hands exploring every inch of your waist. You are left in his office questioning what the hell just happened.
You pack up your stuff to go home as it is already past 12pm you notice he is in your office seemingly waiting to see you again. You ignore him even though he could simply hold you and that would turn you on. You feel him gaze grinning down at you, it still excites you at the feel of him being around. As you are packing your papers back up to leave as he stands close behind as you are unaware how close he is to you, almoast inches away. As you back up accidentally bumping yourself into his tough, ruggid body, feeling his tightened muscles and the scars across his waist and chest. He traces his finger across your neck from behind before leaving to give you space to pack up, leaving you with your thoughts alone.
As you walk slowly to the door hoping he stops you again, alast you make it to your car heading home racing with thought and trying to memorizing his touch.
You come home to face the slightly bleeding wound he had dug in the back of your neck with his nails, you hadn't realized how hard he dug his nails into you. You liked it, you liked the reminder of who was in charge there. You look at the size of the marks as you slip into the shower, then after heading to bed. In the morning while you are in a meeting with head office, gideon walks in
"Dammit"
You say under your breath as you stray to focus on the meeting alone. You're breath is heavy, mouth dry and head hot. He sits directly beside you. As the meeting begins Dr. Gideon begins to touch your thighs watching you face shift from cheeky red to a sharp blood linked color. He starts playing with you like a rag doll he moves farther up you're leg, watching you're face contort, you look over to see him admiring you're every move biting his lip and teasing himself. Clock finally strikes 10 as you could feel yourself subcoming to his every touch he lays, as the meeting begins to end you sigh in relief as you feel Gideons heavy scaly hand leave you, almoast playing with you're mind. You are about to leave the now chilled room untill you hear Gideon call you're name, hearing him say you're name felt like an addiction, you turn you're head to Gideon as everyone leaves.
"Come to my office, quickly dear.."
Gideon scowled as his 8ft figure stand over you with his same stupid brief case he had carried years before you started working there. Gideon leaves rather quickly startling you a bit. You begain heading towards the care center to get past to his office, you knock hard enough for him to hear. His heafty weight walking towards the door shaking the floor below him slightly, he opens the door with the same cold expression he had showed to other late working nurses but you were no where below a nurse in that hospital. He smirks as he scans you're face with his head gear.
"Come in, please"
Gideon replies, sweat nearly hits you're skin, as you enter Gideon's office you pray he let's you get close to his chest again to feel his hips move when your around him.
"Dr. I-"
"Call me victor, dear"
You walk past victor heading towards the leather printed chair nearing his desk and sit facing away, he locks the door behind you as you suddenly feel his cold hands on your shoulders as you hadn't even heard him take a step beforehand, you feel a steamed breath behind you reaching towards you're neck until you find yourself feeling his tonge touching the old musk of a wounded bite. You jump in shock as he sinks his teeth into you're neck letting out a small groan in shock and squirming trying to break free holding you down with his weight. There was no way getting out of this, you had to feel him sinking his teeth into you.
He gasps from leaching you're neck.
"You don't know how long I've thought of this"
He comes from around you lifting you up from the leather back effortlessly sitting down placing you on his lap, eye to eye. He starts forcibly kissing you at first, you feel his split tounge gliding itself across you're neck and down your stomach onto you're legs. He sets you aside onto the top of his desk. You visibly see his now tightening pants as he is unbuckling his belt and clips of his shirt, he starts kissing you again leaning over you having you bend over because of his height. He inches closer while almoast skin to skin warming his snake cold skin with yours, he frames over your neck almoats unbearing himself to bite you. Finally he catches in tearing into your skin willingly drawing blood emediately. He drags you closer to him parsing right against his hip as he is still hunched over, feeling and seeing his visible bulge from his unbuckled snake belt. Hes savoring you're warmth motioning over you're hips.
He scoops your hair out of your face now eye to eye, he moves his hand over you're neck feeling thr left side pulsing with ruby blood fixing his lenses to fit tightly and scanning everything. He let's go unclamping his rings piercing you're neck. He let's go completely almoast making you tilt off the desk watching his backing up
"Good."
Saying under his darkly toned voice. Buckling his shirt back on and struggling to buckle his pants back over his waist, he flickers his tounge at you watvhing you steaming off his desk, perfect for him.
"Come back tomorrow, okay?"
He knew you wouldn't refuse with a soft shaking tone you agree, leaving him grinning down at you. Leaving his office once again, you felt cold in his office without his touch or taste. You shriek finally feeling the brutal mark he previously left on you're neck, Still slightly bleeding.
He knew he wanted more of you, he was greedy and you knew his waiting game. He wouldn't last longer without this pressure on him he would break soon.
The next day you wake up emediately thinking about victor while putting more work into yourself than you normally would you didn’t think he would would care but you still wanted to look neat for him. As you file paperwork you can't help but stare at his office wondering what he would do to you this time. Clock hits 12 'o clock. You watch as everyone with a pale blank expression begains to leave as keys jingle and footsteps vanish.
You walk rather quickly to his office longing him. His hands on you're throat is all you could think about, as you knock on his door you hear his heaftyness leave his chair opening the door with and excited look on his face.
"Sit, please."
With a softness but a hidden heavy tone he asks. He dosent bother to lock the door this time leaving his heavy footprints behind you flooding you're dopamine receptors, he comes from behind you rotating you towards him while he leans over you're chair
"Beg for this"
He demands you whimper and pled to feel more of him, he grins clearly with a suave look on him as he's pearing down at you.
"Good"
He grips your body bringing you up and onto his desk roughly. He teases you and touches your butten wound
"Take it off"
Victor demands, you comply as you feel him scooting closer admiring every curve on you're body body and touching you're sensitive hips and beginning to slip one of his thick calloused fingers inside you. Prepping himself for you, you felt like he was stretching every inch of you with only one finger.
"Be good for me"
Victor says slipping a second finger inside as you let out a loud moan, you notice him unzipping his pants to relieve the pressure pushing against him, just enough to see his boxers between his pants. He sighed in relief taking you're panties off completely next and forking his tounge inside of you, letting out a soft groan from him, his body shaking for you gripping your hips. As victor away reaching for a scalpel and plunging it deep into your collar cones and torso watching the blood pour out while he locks up the perfect mixture of iorn and matalic. Tracing his thick scar'ed fingers back inside of you while plunging his tounge back inside of you brusing you, he stands up tall and hefty towering over you as you watch him take his thick lengthy cock out and placing it onto your stomach reaching over to suck your neck making your stabing stomach wound pound and tread in pain, as you look over you see the monstrous length and width of his cock. He leans back over pre cum basically pouring out of him. He gently courses the fold of your body gently. He sticks his throbing tip in and emediately moves a dile of his head peice to see your closer reaction, he slowly shoves himself into you making sure not to hurt or stretch you too much. He feels the warmth of you emediately making him quiver and groan to feel you deeper.
He moves inside you faster and faster clutching your hips into his rubbing against your marked wounds with his hands you feel yourself reaching its limits as he is riding faster turning his once stoft toned grones into a deep cracking voice as you feel him slowly slamming himself into you faster and hard choking on his words. You can feel his body twitching and teasing up, slamming into you a couple hard times until he hold your hips tight pressing his body into yours releasing his thick hot seed inside following along after him.
"Let's clean you up dear. Look at the mess you've made..."
