[trans!viktor x gn!reader / mdni / nsfw]
being one of herald viktor’s favorite meant a lot of things; like helping him tend to the flowers he’s grown inside the commune or helping him put his hair into a pretty braid when he asks of you…but what you enjoyed the most though, selfish as it is; was being called into his little home in the middle of the night, just to please him. because only you got to see him like this.
thanks to his hexcore transformation, viktor’s body has turned into twisted metal; beautiful purple, gold, and silver covering his “skin”. and yet, even with his newfound body, the most striking difference in change is….anatomy. what used to be has now shifted inwards, morphing into a new set of genitals. he had briefly mentioned once, when all of this started, being different from before his transformation, but some things can never really change in a person. which is what leads to him calling for your attention most nights, trembling in newfound pleasure. he’d sit, tucked away in the secluded area of his makeshift home inside the commune he’s created, clutching the blanket he carries himself in most days. his nose buried into the fabric as he reveals himself to you.
you grip his thighs ever so gently, dawned upon your knees as your herald instructed, nuzzled between his beauty of metal as your tongue runs up along his newfound core. your tongue slides up against his pussy, feeling his thighs tighten with the pleasure that overwhelms him. a high pitched whine slips between his lips as you target over his clit. sucking roughly against the exposed bundle of nerves and savoring the way viktor’s breath hitches in his throat.
you run your fingers over the intricate of metal flesh, body thrumming with unforeseen magic. fingers bumping and scratching down along his ‘flesh’. your touch somehow makes him twice as sensitive to your tongue. feeling up his body while his clit throbs against your tongue. his wetness and your tongue mashing against his cunt echoes loud inside your head but the way he whines and moans was far louder. tears danced in his pretty amber eyes, threatening to spill over the edge with every harsh suck on his pussy.
his slick coats your tongue and lips; drips down your chin to confirm how truly good he’s feeling. all thanks to you. and after the build up comes the storm as his orgasm crashes down on him. it’s wet and sloppy— his cries echo inside his hollow home as he cums across your tongue, toes curling, hips jerking as he rides your face for his own pleasure. you watch as he bites his bottom lip hard enough to break the skin. tears finally tumbling over the edge as he experiences a soul crushing orgasm that jerks over his sensitive body.
so your tongue doesn’t stop, continuing to curl right up against his twitching, drooling cunt. fleshing down along the curve of his pussy before slipping your tongue inside. he hiccups at the overstimulation, grips your hair a little tighter, arches his back further off his makeshift bed. broken sobs mixed with incoherent words of pleasure fall from his lips as you push his body towards a second orgasm with your skillful tongue.
not only could you feel vik’s desire building up but hearing him whimper and moan while it rushed to every inch of his new body was something other worldly feeling…even if in his ecstasy he never said your name. he’d moan, beg you for more, push his fingers through your hair and pull you closer; but he never said your name. not any name, just not yours. you didn’t know who ‘jayce’ was but— he must be very important to the herald. and while you’d always be his second favorite, jealousy nestled in your ribcage, you didn’t mind as long as you got to be the one to please him.
