It was adorable, the way she at first tried to please him. He was amused, and the searching tongue and curious lips did move him toward pleasure, even if the distance was minute. In a way, the dark doctor was a lover of humans. He worshiped the nature of all his fellow people. But they needed to be considered in a different light than himself. Crews of peoples with cameras and recorders would always claim a certain affection for whatever it was that they documented. Worms, birds, great apes. With a romantic filter on your human eyes, you could make a lover out of the arches the salmon traveled above the frothy water, or the smoke silhouette of hummingbird wings in full use. That was how he loved people. He'd studied them, and laid them bare under the lens of science. Bags of blood and bone, and a brain bopping there, drowning in impulses and sensory determent. Wasn't that gorgeous? The chemicals that governed a Homo Sapien Errectus life were subject to change at the same pace as the water of a wild shoreline. Even, seemingly, because it had a pattern, but only if you forgot to see the power, and the innate art of it. Water make things wet the same way humans make other humans feel. But how? And how much? Those were the colors he liked to use on his canvass.<br/><br/>Dr. Varoe if anyone should know this. They came to him, the askew waves, roiling against his door and spilling all over his couches. Here, young lady, let me mop you up and put you in a bowl, in my aquarium. Little oceans with microbial life, waiting to be their own worlds. And in the primordial sea he would dip his hand with all its human salts in the shape of suggestion, and see the young world bloom into something that was essentially affected by him. No. The cruel, calculating and monumentally evil doctor did not hate the women that he reshaped. He probably loved them more than their family and significant others that placed them in his care. He safeguarded their beauty, and churned them so that they could have more of it. They were patients first, and then they were prisoners. But all of them ended up as guests, without locks on their doors unless that was a lesson they cared to learn and relearn.<br/><br/>That was why a woman who had stormed in at first - who now had simmered into a sorry excuse for a puddle, with that lock of skill in her smart mouth to please him - was beautiful to him. Worm, bird, great ape. She had taken another path in her head because he had altered her map. Before her tongue had been shaping deceitful words, and now she was honest in her complete lack of skill, suckling like a lamb, like he would give his seed for free. It was laughable, and it was also something to cry over. More than that it was something to be played with. Strong heroine, come here on her own terms, but forced to conform. On her knees, with her throat.<br/><br/>How lovely she looked, and surprised when he taught her not only how to suck him, but how much his inferior she was. She should have learned it well by now, but heads like hers had to take cocks many times before they came to the right conclusion. He was grateful to be her teacher, and to strip away the power she thought she had, and give her a new one, which was the power to please him, the power a beasts with reins has. This belief was how he was able to move and speak and be unquestionable. A full, manic confidence. To confuse her, and hurt her self-worth further, the hand not forcing her to eat him petted her hair. He could feel the contractions of her throat, the hug of her cartilage rings and the push of something against the bulb of his member. How indignant. What if he pulled back and she wretched like the animal she was. Would she be able to eat that too, when it mingled with his seed?<br/><br/>She ate what she could on the first delivery. He thought that was good to begin, but still slapped her. How could anyone think it was a bad thing to hurt a beautiful woman? Especially one who would obviously welcome it on their blushing cheek like the swollen mouthed Alissa Vauqelin. She didn't stop him, she didn't even stop her head from being tossed to the side. He sighed with satisfaction at the loud sound and then watched her come to the wrong conclusion. It was flawed that she would not eat the meal they'd both prepared for her, and it was worse that she spoke back to him.<br/><br/>He stood there for a while, to let her silence teach her the first part of her next lesson. He was completely dressed again, and she was in tatters. After the panic of being forced to endure and do things like what they'd shared, the body lives off adrenaline's heat for a while, but in the wake of that combustible elixir, the blood runs cold, because adrenaline builds up a debt. Much like she owed him anything he wanted. And she refused to pay. Wasn't that idiocy on the face of it? She was already kneeling by his handling, and he hadn't grown weaker from their game, whereas she must be exhausted from what he'd put her through. So beautiful, because she was such an incomplete thing. She wouldn't fit into his menagerie like this.<br/><br/>"Well, if you can't you can't. Nothing I can do about it." he said and leaned down to stroke her hair. His expression was flawlessly kind and understanding, but his eyes were deathly tired and uninterested. He righted himself and pulled at the sleeve of his shirt. Truly, there was no trace on his clothing of him having fucked her to submission, and lanced her skull to his own completion. "I feel that I have treated you unfairly." he confessed and sighed. It was not a remorseful breath. Leunan went behind the desk while his cum cooled in front of her, and retrieved his jacket from the back of the chair. It was a well tailored thing, making him a spear of a man. One button had the jacket dig into his waist. His shapes were poetic, starved, as he returned to her.<br/><br/>"Let me help you." he offered and held his hand down at her. A dapper judge, ready to rule in her favor.<br/><br/>It was all a mirage, dreamt up by his sadistic nature.<br/><br/>If she reached for him he'd slap her fingers away, and launch the toe of his shoe into her stomach with a pendulum leg. It would send her back against the side of the desk. He unbuttoned again, and bent down. There was a net of wrinkles around his nose, a wolf's snarl. This fawn had mewled for too long. His arm shot out, a forever limb, and caught her throat to keep her head against the heavy vertical surface. "What kind of host would I be if I didn't feed you, though." he hissed and scooped up some of the cold sperm off the floor, squeezing her throat harder to keep her still while smearing her lips and tongue with it. His dark eyes were alive now while his expression was tired. His grip was unforgiving, and pressuring her throat from the outside, instead.<br/><br/>Leunan moved closer, and spit into her open mouth. It was an angry motion. "I'm about to let go, Ms. Vauqelin." he said with dark authority. "And when I do, you have better not cough up any of it. You swallow." He did let go, enough to let her breathe, and then tossed her head toward the rest of the meal on the floor. The thing with bodies of water is that they are their most beautiful when you splash them in all directions. Little lost wave. "Eat. Or I'll beat manners into you."