the mind reader
s2 viktor x gn!amab!reader
cw: dom!reader, sub!viktor, viktor has a hexpussy with weird anatomy, bratty viktor at the end, herald viktor, mind reading, finger sucking, cockwarming, fingering, pussy juice eating size difference (tall reader), mention of cock augmentation, mention of humping, mention of handcuffs, french kissing, lap sitting, public (kind of), manhandling, use of y/n
summary: the mind reading herald of the commune, that you're a member of, makes your thoughts about him come true
note: this fic may be weird so be warned, also english is not my first language !!
part 2 part 3
The pristine air of the commune was slowly cooling down.
As you finished weeding the beds of your berry bushes, you sat on the short, brick wall and started fidgeting with a rake. You took a look at the area filled with sand, hemispherical buildings and yellow flowers. The wind was blowing a song just for you. Between the blows you heard the graceful steps accompanied by a soft knocking of a staff. The Herald, or Viktor, as he let you call himself, was approaching.
"I see your plant is bearing fruit, Y/N," he praised you, his lithe, purple finger touching one of the juicy fruit of the same colour. He was leaning, sticking out his hips. Your gaze moved to the tiny waist of his, tied with golden belts.
If only you could touch these hips. If only he was sitting on your lap, as you hold them, your hand under his blanket cape...
You changed the train of your thought. Berries. Focus on the fucking berries.
Viktor looked at you with his lavender eyes, elegantly holding the staff. "You know I can read your mind, don't you?"
Time to leave this fucking commune and live on the streets. You almost stood up, feeling your cheeks burning, but he reached out his hand, sneering.
You sat down again.
The Herald took graceful steps towards you with a gentle smile. He sat on your lap, and you thought you were about to explode. He laughed softly. Reading your mind. He put his arms behind your neck, as if he knew it will make you short-circuit.
"You have no reason to be so embarrassed," Viktor said, looking up at you, his gaze piercing yours. "I can hear the thoughts of everyone in my commune. Every aspect of the human nature is ubiquitous to me, including this one. You're not the only one with such desires."
Nervously, you reached for Viktor's hip, pulling him closer. And just now, you noticed how small he was. As the god-like leader he seemed superior. When he healed your ills, you barely even noticed he was shorter than you, enamoured with his powers. But your hands covered his hips almost wholly, and would fit around his waist almost like a belt. And he was so light you barely felt the weight of his inhuman body.
You rushed your lips to his. The Herald parted his mouth. You kissed him, as the leader of the commune quietly moaned.
"I see you like it, my Herald."
Your lips sunken onto The Herald's pretty, nonhuman neck. You delighted in the chemical, fruit-like flavour of his hexcore skin, feeling his hands cradle your hair, as his head arched backwards. You moved one hand onto his tiny waist, one onto his exposed back. Your finger drew circles and hearts on his skin and the metal that braided it. You threw off your garden gloves. They were left to lie in the sand. You had more important things to do.
Viktor lifted up his cape, exposing the dark blue pelvis, and the glowing purple slit in between his thigh gap. As he was sitting on your one thigh, you parted his legs and slid your fingers inside. Your finger rubbed the cold, metal-like walls of his hole. With other hand, you held him by the waist. The Herald hummed discretely, with closed eyes and an undisturbed, peaceful smile. His hands rested on your shoulders, and as you slid your fingers deeper, his grip tightened. You put another finger in. The Herald squeezed his eyes. You parted your fingers like garden shears and his grip became almost painful.
But he was so pretty, you didn't stop. The usually dignified gaze of the commune's leader became watercolour. His chapped lips parted, as he quietly and elegantly moaned. And he was so tiny.
You felt the Herald's hole clenching on your fingers. He knew what you were up to. He was reading your mind.
Your hand left his hole, covered in, shining purple slick with a scent of fresh berries.
„Now taste it, my Herald. I’m sure your flavour is divine.”
“It definitively is.”
You put your fingers closer to his lips. He started by licking them with his metal cold tongue and an open mouth. Sticking it out – so long and silverly purple. Holding eye contact with you for the whole time. His mouth encircled your fingers. You held them still. The Herald closed his mouth and sucked quietly, with as soft smile on his face. For such a divine being, he was so obedient.
“Obedient, huh? I need you to know I am only choosing to obey you. Treat it as an honour, Y/N."
“So, obey, my Herald.”
Slowly, you unbuckled your pants, freeing your erection. Your hands gripped his hips, placing him on your length.
Viktor whimpered.
"What's wrong, my Herald?" you teased. "You were the one to make it so big."
"It won't fit."
"It will. Come here," you said, putting your hand on his chin, the other one on his hip. Your mouth touched his, then you gently nibbled his lower lip. You pushed him down your cock, at the same time sliding your lips into his mouth.
Dignity left the Herald’s expression completely, replacing itself with a filthy, filthy daze. His multicolour eyes slipped onto the back of his head. If only he wasn’t gagging on your tongue, he would let out the most indecent moan you could ever hear in your life.
Your tongue spiralled inside him; his throat felt like metal. His hole cooling you inside so bad you shivered. Its walls felt smooth like a metal surface.
Viktor moved inside you. You left his mouth, and as he sticked out his tongue, a string of saliva appeared between your tips. He moved again, and you grabbed his hips, holding him in place.
“No, my beautiful Herald,” you forbade him. “Stay still."
A bulge on his dark purple tummy reminded of your presence inside him. You used your honour of the commune leader’s obedience to you and left his hips. Your hands travelled from his waist, to his back, to shoulders, through neck into his soft, black hair.
The Herald was so pretty. Sitting on your cock, not moving at all, obediently denying himself pleasure. Hands laying still, one holding the other, both hanging down politely, tapping your lower stomach. Droopy eyes filled with so much desperation. He wanted to move so bad, but he was obedient. Dark brows rose, then falling with a scrunch. You caressed his long black hair, twirling the white highlights.
Oh, the things you wanted to do to him.
“Handcuffs?” The Herald read your mind. “Humping my blanket cape?” His hole clenched around you.
“Yes, my Herald.”
“Your thoughts are truly improper,” Viktor laughed softly. “Tell me, what will happen if I moved?”
What will happen if he moved?
“I will punish you.” You smirked at him. The Herald smirked back.
„A gag? Ma-magnets?” His expression shifted from tranquil pleasure to dread. But his leaking, clenching hole said otherwise. You caught him, as he almost fell of your lap.
“You are truly reading my mind.”
The Herald moved back and forth on your cock, letting out sweet, elegant moans. His dripping hole made a sound of wetness.
You felt your expression turning stern. Viktor leaned towards you, cupping your face and making a kissy face. He left a quick kiss on your forehead.
So, you grabbed him by the waist and put him over your shoulder. His legs dangled before you, as you took him to the greenhouse.
