My Lovely Assistant- Chapter 5 (Junkenstein Meihem) (NSFW)
“You…You tried to make me a stew? And it was so bad it killed me?” Mei folded her arms, long sleeves shuffling over her black claws. “Okay look, that was an easy mistake to make. And for your information, I poured my heart and soul into that stew! That stew was going to make you swoon! And uh…I guess it did, just really not in the way I expected. So that’s about half a success?” She looked at him, slowly pushing her glasses up her nose, and Dr. Junkenstein quailed a bit. “All right, a failure! We can count that as a failure if you like, turtle dove. I’ll give you that one. It wasn’t supposed to, ya know, off you.” “Open.” Mei had recovered quickly, with the potent new blood coursing through her system. And before Junkenstein could seem to blink or even welcome her back properly, he had been carried up to his room and deposited into the sick bed where she had been laying for so many days. Not long after, she had bustled in with a no-nonsense air and a tray with a steaming bowl of soup and crusty bread, which she had insisted on feeding him, sitting in a chair next to his sagging four-poster bed. Even now, he obediently leaned forward and opened his jaws, looking a little chagrined as the jiangshi deposited another spoonful of chicken and rice into his mouth. “You don’t need to,” he mumbled around the food. “Can feed m’self.” She pointed the spoon at him sternly. “The others say you have not been eating at all, worse than usual. And you were hurt, during the um…the plan. To help make me better…Thank you.”
He opened his mouth for more soup, blowing at the wafting steam before speaking around a mouthful of broth and meat. It was probably the heat from the soup that made his cheeks pink up, coughing lightly. “N-no problem, darl. I mean, it was an honest mistake for a gentleman to make, so I had to come up with an honest solution. Managed to get all the blood I needed to get you back up and ticking like normal. I don’t know what’s in the Witch’s blood, but the language thing is definitely a bonus. You know, if she gave me a little more, maybe I could-” He found another spoonful of soup cutting off his words as Mei leaned over. “No! You really shouldn’t bother her too much, she’s very busy…and you, um, did have one of your creations attack and wound her and her followers to steal their blood and…Why don’t you focus on getting better!” She smiled down at him, the dots on her plump cheeks stretching with the motion, little dimples appearing around her fanged lips. “And it is nice to be able to understand you a little better. Or well, I’m still not sure I understand you, but…” He wilted visibly. Mei smiled again quickly. “But that’s all right. I knew you were strange and brilliant right after meeting you. You woke me up and after hundreds of years, I was suddenly surrounded by such odd, amazing new things, all made by one person? I knew you were very special…even if you are a little difficult to understand sometimes, even with language. And you need to take better care of yourself. Open.” She spooned in the last of the soup, pausing before tracing one claw along his pale jaw. “And, you weren’t afraid of me. You’re the only human I know who surrounds himself with monsters and doesn’t see them as monsters.” “Who could ever see you a monster, love? Now my other creations, I’ll admit, they might be a bit of a hard swallow. Mostly Scarecrow. Especially Scarecrow. But you? Sure you’re a little pale and maybe a tiiiiiny bit clammy, but really, so am I. We both got sharp chompers, but they look real good on us! And you may be an undead creature living off stolen blood and the essence of the living, but honestly, I’ve eaten worse. You’re a real good cook, by the by.” She gave him another little smile, this one a little more sly with her fangs glinting. “I wish I could say the same, but that stew…” He groaned and leaned back against his pillows. “You’re gonna dog me about that one, aren’t you?” “Well, you did kill me. Again. And you don’t even understand how hard it is to kill one of my kind. It’s almost impressive, even if you got it wrong,” she nodded. “I hear that a lot, actually.” “But you did bring me back again, and almost killed yourself doing it.” She leaned to adjust his covers, examining the bandages over the massive cuts on his chest, placing her gloved claw against his ribs to trace the wound and felt his lungs flutter a little beneath her touch. “How are you feeling?” “Oh, everything’s apples, now that I know you’re back. And with your soup and all. You sure know how to make a bloke feel better.” Her dark eyes slanted towards him a bit from behind her glasses. “If…you want, I could make you feel even better? Maybe celebrate a bit? Help you relax, if you’re feeling up to it? We could-” He smiled back at her, patting his stomach. “Oh, I couldn’t eat another bite, but thanks. Honestly, I feel ace. I’ll just finish up some of the work around here. Be a sweet peach and get me my lab coat, eh?” Before she could stop him, he held his shoulder and eased up out of the bed, movements still sluggish as he started pulling on his shirt and fresh clothes before she could really voice her disagreement . “Argh, have you seen the thing? Where’s the thing?! Oh there, it is. Gotta start making things up to the Witch and the others so they don’t just off me in my sleep one of these nights, eh? Darl, coat?” With a bit of a disappointed look, she reached up to start draping his lab coat around his bony shoulders. “I meant…er…Right away, Dr. Junkenstein…” ***
He kept making silly mistakes; putting in two drops where it should have been one, misplacing papers under other papers, or losing things altogether. True, he’d always done that, and very frequently- but this was worse than usual. The exhaustion must have been getting to him, but with Mei back and everyone else angry at him, he had a lot to do to make sure their plan of attack went off successfully enough that they would forget his folly. Even if this was another successive night without any rest and some of the last zomnics were turning out a little odd, and he’d nearly burnt his remaining hand of a few times, this was more of a matter of pride. Nobody would doubt Dr. Jamison Junkenstein after all this was over… “Doctor? Doctor?…” A snore escaped his nostrils and he startled awake, abruptly realizing his head had been drooping perilously close to one of the sharp metal bits scattered around his table. Through the fog in his brain he heard that familiar voice calling to him from somewhere up the stairs. Pushing his chair away from his lab table with a screech, he ambled towards it, the metal of his peg leg thunking and echoing up the stairwell. “Huh? Is everything all right, sugar pea? Honey bee? Soy sauce bear? Uh…Rice and beans?” He held his spinning head for a moment as the pet names started to go off the rails. “Mei? Where you at, darl?” There was a little noise behind the door of his study and he tilted his head as he opened the door, squeaking noisily as he peeked in before moving inside. He saw nothing, standing in front of the roaring fireplace and scratching at his wild hair. “You in here? Mei, did you need me? If you’re in here, just say aaaaaaAAAUUUGGGHHHH!” A shape coalesced out of the darkness from the top of the book shelf, her powerful legs springing her almost off the ceiling as she descended on the shrieking scientist. She bowled him over, knocking him flat onto his back on top of the animal hide rug in front of the hearth, bringing him to the ground even as her arm wrapped around him to cradle his wounded upper section. He fell backward, sprawling out his wiry form as he struggled to lift himself onto his elbows, goggles reflecting blue light up at her and almost hiding his shocked expression. Lifting herself up from where she sat astride his midsection, she curled a delicate claw around their straps and went to ease them up and off his head. “Nǐ hǎo, doctor.” His face grew steadily redder, starting from his cheeks and spreading outward to splotch his skin down around his ears and neck. “H-hehe! Well, you sure got me, love! Wh-why don’t we just-” She dropped his goggles off to the side with a little thud, tightening her knees on either side of him. “You like me, Dr. Junkenstein?” “O-of course I do! You’re the best assistant I ever had, and I promise you that once I rule this place, we’ll do all sorts of proper things together like dates, chocolates and flowers, normal things like-” “I like you too. But I am not normal,” she said gently, bending her elbows so she leaned down atop him. “We are not normal.” He swallowed noisily. “Okay, point there. Uh, guess I never really done this sort of thing before…I mean, I have! Lots of times! With all sorts! Just a little startled, was all, not used to ladies physically jumping on me and- nnnggghhh-” His voice changed into a high-pitched gurgle as the jiangshi sat back, sliding herself along his slender torso and grinding down before sitting up just atop his groin. “We don’t need flowers or chocolates. I’ve been trying to tell you this whole time that I like you.” She tilted her head down at him, lips pursing a bit petulantly around her fangs. “I like you a lot. I want…just you. Is that too much? Do you want me to stop?” His arms flew around her of their own accord. “No! No, I like you too! Just, I was trying to do things the right way! The way you deserve! And then I sort of killed you and all, and then had to bring you back and thought they might kill me for it, and I thought you’d be mad and I’m kinda tired and everyone’s pissed at me, and I just-” Her clawed glove’s finger suddenly came to rest on his lips and he stared up at her, a drop of sweat rolling down his temple. “Kiss?” She asked gently, and he nodded dumbly as she removed her finger and replaced it with her own lips with no hesitation. Dr. Junkenstein’s eyelids fluttered slightly, his fingers tightening slowly against the fabric of her robes. He’d had a few stolen kisses in his youth, back before the villagers had started to avoid him. When had that been? How long had he been locked in these lonely halls? He vaguely remembered blond hair and a green dress, a quick press of the lips and a grope on the bottom behind the tavern before she’d lost her nerve and made an excuse and fled. He couldn’t really remember much else. Maybe it had been a little warmer, with less fangs and less tongue, but also far less enthusiasm. Mei’s mouth tasted like strange spices on top of the iron tang of even stranger, otherworldly blood, and she showed no signs of stopping or fleeing. He made a little noise, and her head tilted as she deepened her kiss further, and he realized he was supposed to open his mouth and kiss her back. His mechanical arm seized around her shoulder, pulling her down towards him, and he felt her grin against his lips. She was liking it! She was liking it, and he was definitely liking it, and her mouth tasted so good once he got used to it all, and maybe he was using just a little too much tongue and there was just a little too much saliva, and for a moment he panicked when she drew away. But after a moment he realized it was to let him breathe, sucking in air through his open lips, down to lungs he hadn’t realized were aching. Greed got the better of him, and he lifted his head to try and follow after her, cupping the back of her head to bring her back down. They kissed again, then again, and again; and then there was a sharp sensation in his lower lip and the taste of blood- his own blood- overwhelmed him. He jolted back a little, his tongue moving to the little pierced area on the inside of his lower lip, and Mei looked on the verge of panic as she sputtered, “Sorry! Sorry! I’m sorry!” and tried to pull away. But the mad doctor merely stared up at her for a moment before dragging her back down, kissing her again, and her eyes shot open as his fangs closed down on her lip as well. She did not bleed, barely felt the sting of his sharp canines, but it seemed to startle her for a moment before melting into his grip. When he managed to finally draw back again, a smear of red across his lip, he looked up at her breathlessly, head falling back against the animal skin rug. “Uh,” he said. “Th-that’s…that’s real nice? You were wantin’ to, this whole time?” She nodded. “Hell’s bells, I’ve been an idiot.” She nodded again, but smiled. “Well…I wanted to do more than that?” The jiangshi sat up, legs still astride his hips, and his eyes nearly fell out of his head when he saw her clawed gloves move to the front of her robes, starting to undo the snaps of the crane sigil upon her chest, twisting and pulling at her buttons. A very undignified noise like air squealing through a pinched balloon came from out of his nose, watching her every move. They’d always looked ample, bound under that embroidery of the bird, anyway, but he never thought she’d be here like this, with him, pulling her robes open and unbinding the cloth that wrapped around her chest…until they finally sprang free, falling from the cloth bindings and bouncing in an impossibly soft, fleshy manner right in front of his face. His pupils dilated, and for a moment he thought that he could feel his nose bleeding as well as his lip, from some wild misfire inside his head as all his brainmatter tried to cram together at the front of his skull, near his eyes, trying to get a look. All thoughts of gentlemanly manners were driven from his mind. Breasts…Big, beautiful, bouncing breasts… Mei blinked down at the unmoving man, a string of red-tinted drool running down the side of his mouth. Adjusting her glasses, she went to take his hand, frozen on the side of her ribs. He didn’t even seem to notice as she carefully peeled the glove from him, her fingers curling around his before gently guiding his hand inside the front of her open robe. The first touch of his skin against her chest almost seemed to electrify him, his hand jolting in her grip. But she stayed firm, and another brush of his hand against hers soon made it clear that he was not only allowed, but encouraged. His hand slid inside the draping fabric, tracing the curve of her chest as he shuddered beneath her. “Soft…soft, soft, soooo soft…” he mumbled, still drooling as he brought his other hand into play, massaging and squeezing, not even daring to blink, like she might disappear in that split second if he even once closed his eyes. She merely ran her pink tongue along her fangs, leaning down so he could bury his face into the top of them. His pointed nose huffed audibly as he nuzzled into her cleavage, his fingers still rubbing into the plush flesh on either side. Her hips were grinding down on his, a slow back and forth as she rode him. Combined with her strange kisses and the feel of those amazing breasts, his trousers were feeling unpleasantly tight, the pressure in his groin even stronger than the feelings he got when he saw electricity surging through metal, or a nice big explosion, or the rush of triumph and discovery on a successful new invention. Those were pants-tighteners all right, but this?… Why was he even wearing pants, especially ones that seemed several sizes too small all of a sudden? The mad scientist almost whimpered when she pulled him out of her chest, but she shushed him, laying him out on his back on the animal hide, the fire crackling merrily behind her and outlining her form in red light. Despite her shadowed features, he could see the glint of pearly white as her fangs lengthened from out of her gums, hanging over her lower lip. Dipping down next to his ear, she whispered one soft word. “…Bite?” He nodded. Mei’s claws reached up to grasp his hair, pulling his chin up and baring his long neck. Her mouth opening wide, she aimed for the pulsing vein beneath and bit down, her fangs piercing into his pale throat. Junkenstein’s jaw dropped, unable to make a sound beyond a tiny wheeze as his eyes flickered shut, darting wildly beneath dark lids. The beating of his heart thudded loudly in his ears, a potent mixture of nervous adrenaline, and trying to make up for the lost essence that was being drained down the hungry jiangshi’s throat. She suckled audibly at the flesh, purple and red bruising appearing under her tongue and teeth as she devoured him. The sluggish twitching of the man beneath her was hardly unusual, but what was unusual was his…eagerness. Far from afraid of the monster atop him, he blindly curled one arm, his hand grasping onto the back of her head and pulling her into him. His lips made wordless shapes, mouthing “More…more…more…” She gave him more, even as she took more from him. The mad grinding against him continued, the bulge tangible even through the fabric of his trousers and lab coat. He twitched and kicked out one leg, his hips surging up against her all on their own. The friction! The friction and the overwhelming sensation of the biting melded together until he was a mindless thing beneath her, unable to stop the upward motion of his thrusting hips, planting his foot and peg against the ground to brace himself and lift up into her. Like a damn brainless animal, humping uselessly away at her, that’s what he was. He pulled her hips down, clawing and grasping at the top of her pants. Had to get them off. No fabric. No more anything separating them. He could figure out what to do on his own, just let instinct guide him. Give him more… More…more…more… “Nnnnghhhaaah!” It was a strange sound, guttural and wild. Probably him making it, then. He wasn’t sure anymore. It didn’t matter anymore. And then she gave one last hard suck to his throat, and he wasn’t even aware of what happened when his vision whited out, and something tightened and then was set loose all at once. His vision was white, then gray, with little tinges of red on the edges, and then black. ***
He awoke some hours later, feeling more drained and relaxed than he could ever remember feeling. The roaring fire warmed his body and helped soothe the tingling in his limbs, and when he shifted them, he felt movement against his side. Mei lay cuddled against him, leaning to press soothing wet kisses against his neck when she felt him awaken. Her robes were closed and buttoned, chaste as ever, and she rested her chin on his shoulder to look at him adoringly as he turned his head. “How are you feeling?” she asked softly. He giggled deliriously. There weren’t really words he knew to describe it, so he muttered something about being ‘okay’ as he lifted his fingers to touch at his neck. There they were, two tiny and rapidly-healing puncture marks on his neck, lovingly cleaned of any more trickles of red by the doting jiangshi. How long had they been laying there? It must have been too much there at the end, on top of his prior exhaustion, too many feelings and too much everything at once. But it felt all right. More than all right. “Er…did we?…” The jiangshi’s fangs were tiny and cute again as she offered him a sheepish little smile. “I didn’t want to hurt you…you’re still all cut up and tired but…” She trailed off for a moment, cool lips pressing to his forehead. “I wanted you to feel good. And I was so hungry for you, was it too much?” “Nah, nah, it was…” Junkenstein groaned a little as he started to roll to face her, but a strange look came over his face. Mei blinked at him. He looked a little shocked, then disgusted, then thoughtful, then disgusted again, then happy, and then finally…embarrassed. “Er, Mei? Could you do me a favor, darl?” She nodded quickly. “Anything! A blanket? More soup? Fresh bandages?” He winced at the cold stickiness beneath his lab coat. “Bottom drawer in the- Well, you already know where they are. Could you er, fetch me a pair of fresh trousers and underthings, please?” He looked away, face burning red. On cue, her face reddened as well, his own hot blood surging through her in reaction. “Oh!” she exclaimed, hopping upright and hiding a little grin. “Right away, Dr. Junkenstein!”
