Your beauty feels like suffering
(Victor Frankenstein x F!Reader x The Creature)
A/n: Lookie here I can write a thing. Thanks to @midgardian-witch for beta reading/Helping with Victor!!
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Tags: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Dub-con. Prostitute reader, Snuff, Major character death, PinV, Size difference, Cuckolding for science, Gun Violence,
Words: 1936
You sat in the carriage as it traversed the rocky road. Having a client so far away from the brothel request you was odd. But since the money involved was enough to keep you afloat for a couple of months you didn't really mind too much. The carriage began to slow as you reached a grand tower on a cliff side. In the front there was a grand staircase leading to a set of large wooden doors. Stood in the courtyard was a man with dark curly hair dressed in a flowing white shirt, a dark vest, and black flared pants. What immediately drew your eyes however were his red leather gloves. The man approached the carriage and helped you down from it.
"I am Victor Frankenstein, the one who sent for you," he said with a charming smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. You returned the smile without much hesitation but you instantly felt that something was off about this man.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," was all you were able to say. As soon as your feet touched the ground he was pulling you up the stairs, through the door and into his residence. The air was filled with his constant rambling about something you couldn't quite make heads or tails of. Something magnificent or so he said. This man, this Victor Frankenstein, did not appear to be all there or actually acknowledge you as he speaks.
When he took you to a bedroom you found a sense of ease.
This you were familiar with.
A four poster bed with off white curtains, a red colored comforter over a soft downy mattress - those things were easy to grasp. The machinery and papers with anatomy drawings scattered around the room were fascinating but not something that you understood. You decided to play up the impressed facade of a sheltered, innocent young lady that always won men over.
You turned to sit on the edge of the bed, looking at the man who stood before you. He returned your gaze. The way he stared at you made a shiver run down your spine - like you were a piece of meat ready to be devoured.
"Alas, although I am the one who summoned you here, 'tis not I that beds you tonight," he sighed dramatically. This left you confused. Victor was the only person you had seen in this strange place. He however didn't stick around for you to ask any questions, leaving the bedroom in quite a hurry.
So you waited, letting your eyes roam across the room freely. As you became lost in thought Victor returned, having changed clothes. The green and red robe and pajama bottoms made him look more homely and less like the debonair gentleman you were first introduced to. Standing behind him was the most marvelous being. Tall and fair skinned he looked like a broken porcelain doll. Only some bandages, wrapped strategically around his pelvis, covert him, leaving very little to your imagination.
"Be not afraid of it. I assure you it will not harm you," Victor announced in his earlier grandiose manner, "This is my Creation. I have brought you here to see if it can do as man should. I need to know if it can…procreate…reproduce…"
You had stopped listening already, your eyes we focused on the Creature before you. He was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. He looked at you curiously, his eyes soft and dark.
Victor continued his speech and began to walk over to the window. As his creator stepped away from him the Creature moved closer towards you. He knelt at you feet, his hands finding their way over your dress, his fingertips exploring the fabric with fascination. Your heart started to race the closer he got. The way he touched you with such reverence had you bewildered.
"Hello, what is your name?" you asked softly, reaching out to gently touch his cheek. He looked up at you in child like wonder. His gaze was so soft, so sweet. You felt an ache in your chest, your fingers gently tracing the scars on his face. The Creature didn't respond in words, a quiet trill left his throat instead. He leaned into your touch like a cat seeking out attention.
"It does not need a name," Victor stated, crossing to the other side of the bed to sit in a chair. He leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees, folding his hands on his lap. In comparison to the Creature this man's eyes were dark and cold, looking more like he was conducting an experiment than hiring a prostitute. You held your tongue, unwilling to speak ill of the man who was paying you. "If you would please disrobe, I wish to document how he reacts."
"As you wish, Sir," you replied and begin to expose your skin. Each piece of fabric that fell to the floor seemed to fascinate the Creature, his gaze following your every motion. Victor was watching, his gaze seemed to lack any lust or want, entirely analytical. You noticed a notebook in his hand too. Internally rolling your eyes you decided to focus on the more willing participant. You reached forward to gently caress his face again, your fingers lingering on his perfectly sculpted chin.
"Such a pretty boy… you wanna touch?" you cooed softly at the Creature. He tilted his head like a curious puppy, raising his hand to caress your face in turn. The scratching of pen against paper fills the air. Victor began to take notes the second your last article of clothing had hit the floor.
You placed your hand over the Creature's and gently guided his fingers to your lips, pressing soft kisses to the pads of his fingers as you made your way back onto the mattress. The Creature followed your movement, crawling up onto the bed after you as you beckoned him with the curl of a finger.
You watched as he moved closer to you unlike any man you'd ever lain with before. His body was hovering over you, his large hands on either side of your torso. He grasped for your hand, wordlessly seeking guidance. And guidance you gave, directing his hand to the swell of your breasts. His fingers skimmed across your skin reverently as if he was tracing lines of scripture. The tip of his finger circles your areola, grazing over your peaked nipple causing you to gasp. He hesitated, then did it again. You let out a quiet moan, your chest arching into his touch. His hand wrapped around your breast, his eyes studying your expression.
"Fascinating," Victor mumbled. You resisted the urge to scoff at him, instead trying to encourage the Creature.
"Yes, there you go, pretty boy. Let's get you…undressed then, yes?" you spoke softly, ready to pull at the bandage around his hips. You expected it to be more difficult to remove than it was, especially as his growing erection pushed its way out of confinement. Your eyes widened at the sight of him, your fingers reaching down to drag along the length of him, exploring the veins and ridges of his length. The Creature moaned, his fingers grasping at the sheets. You look up to his face to see his pupils dilated and his gaze hungry. It seemed that your touch had awakened something in him. His hands moved over your body faster than before. He grabbed at your hips, pulling you up to him, his hard cock rubbing across your lower stomach. You placed your hand on his chest, lifting your face to press your lips to his neck.
"That's it. You're so sweet, so good, so pretty. C'mon now, I think you know what to do," you whisper against his skin. The Creature huffed, nodding as he lined himself up with your cunt, pushing his cock head into you, slowly at first. His head fell to rest on top of yours as he worked his way into you with shallow thrusts. Every move, every touch, his entire presence was gentle. When he finally bottomed out your head fell back in relief. You could feel the sting of the stretch begin to fade. The Creature looked down at you as his hips canted back and forward again, pressing himself inside you again and again. You cried out as his cock hit somewhere deep inside you, the pain and the pleasure almost overwhelming. The Creature's brow furrowed and he made a sympathetic sound, reaching up to gently stroking the top of your head.
"I'm alright, pretty. You're just… very far inside me. It's…It's very good. Keep going, pretty," you tried to reassure him. You had a sense that speaking your real thoughts, vulgar as they were, would not fit this situation. The Creature began to move with a faster tempo. His hands grabbed yours, pinning your arms above your head, caging you in against the mattress as he found a steady pace. Your face was pressed against his chest. You felt his hot breath against your collarbone, heard the echoes of his grunting and moaning from within. You felt absolutely minuscule beneath him, and yet strangely safe. You could not hold back the whimpers and moans that escaped your lips as he slipped out of you, changed his angle ever so slightly, then thrust back into you. It was as if he was also conducting his own experiment, to see what felt the best, what made you clench around him, what made you whine against his skin.
Unbeknownst to either of you Victor was seething in his seat. He had long abandoned the note taking, choosing instead to watch the two of you intently. He could hardly believe what he was seeing and hearing. The way you sought out its touch, the symphonies of moans that fell from your lips. He had never had a woman act like this beneath him. How is it that the creation was better than the creator?
You let out another cry as you reached your climax. Your body was shaking with the intensity of your orgasm, every inch of you felt like it was on fire.
"Enough!" Victor exclaimed as he got to his feet, grabbing his revolver from the table. He crossed the room towards the bed, looking between the two of you with fire in his eyes.
"You have had enough fun now. This experiment is a waste of time and funds. I should have realized the Creature is just like any man. There's no reason to have gone to this extent," he was speaking quickly, like a man crazed. You were afraid, your heart racing, with no way to defend yourself. The lamp light glints off of the metal of the gun as he swung it towards you. The Creature tried to hold you closer to him, trying to protect you, not wanting his creator to take you from him. This somehow enraged Victor even more.
"You! You think you get to keep her? A companion? Quite bold for someone who hasn't even learned to speak!" Victor laughed for a moment, madness in his eyes, before suddenly hitting the creature with the butt of the gun. The Creature yelped and pulled away leaving you in the bed alone with nothing to shield you. Victor's eyes gleamed as he saw an opportunity. You didn't even have a second to react before you had been dragged down and thrown to the floor, cold metal pressed to the center of your forehead.
A click.
The Creature's scream.
Darkness.
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