Other Gifts: Dark Countess, Christmas 2016 -- The Power of SCIENCE!
And my other Christmas present to Thedarkcountess1993, which again, is probably Not Safe For Work. This scenario I came up with on my own -- though I'm pretty sure I've heard of certain "marital aids" being advertised as neck massagers and the like somewhere. Hmm. . .well, anyway, enjoy some extra very lightly porny fun with Victor and Alice's sex life. (Yes, they do roleplay like this all the time. Because they're dorks.)
"MWAHAHAHA! Now, my lady, you will experience the full power of SCIENCE!"
"Will I?" Alice asked, looking up at him with an amused expression.
"I've captured you fair and square, haven't I?" Victor replied, looming over her with both hands on her shoulders, trying not to giggle. That was the problem with these scenes -- as fun as they were, the urge to laugh was a constant danger. They'd ruined more than one attempt at a little nighttime fun by cracking up. "Oh, how low the brave adventurer has fallen. . . ."
"I think you'll find it's you who has fallen, Doctor," Alice replied, still smirking -- before suddenly grabbing his shoulders and flipping them over. Victor gasped as his back hit the mattress. "You really should learn a better way of restraining your 'guests.'"
Victor made a token attempt at a struggle. "No! This cannot be!"
"Oh, it can. And now, I think we'll see how much you like your science." Alice picked up the item Victor had bought earlier that day especially for this moment. "Shall we see what this does?"
"As if you know what it is!" Victor said, faking a snarl.
". . .Actually, I don't," Alice confessed, looking at it with fresh confusion and interest. "Fill me in?"
"Well, it's -- it's a massager, actually," Victor explained, figuring if she was breaking character, he could too. "It, ah, vibrates. It's meant for your back, but I figured. . .well, we could -- try it -- lower?"
Alice found the switch and turned it on, making the device hum. "Hmmmm. . .I suppose we could." She grinned and leaned over him, slipping the massager between the pillow and his back. "Or we could see just how well it handles backs."
Victor tilted his head at her. What did she mean by that? The buzzing did feel rather nice, he'd gladly admit that, but it was rather tame for --
Oh God.
Victor gasped as Alice positioned the massager right between his shoulder blades, directly on that special spot that for some reason drove him wild. He'd always thought he'd gotten as turned on as humanly possible when she pressed on it, but this constant, steady vibration. . .his fingers dug into the blankets as he panted, hips jerking in pure animal need. How he hadn't already exploded was beyond him.
Alice snickered. "Oh, so this was the fate you intended for me, Doctor? I must admit, it looks--"
Victor jerked upward and and crushed his mouth against hers, ending her sentence in a surprised squeak. "I need you," he rasped out into her ear, only able to think because of the interruption in the sensation. "Please. . . ."
Alice smiled at him and reached down. "Well, far be it from me to refuse such a desperate request," she assured him. "Let's get you calmed down. And then, maybe, we'll try your 'lower' idea."
"Will I?" Alice asked, looking up at him with an amused expression.
"I've captured you fair and square, haven't I?" Victor replied, looming over her with both hands on her shoulders, trying not to giggle. That was the problem with these scenes -- as fun as they were, the urge to laugh was a constant danger. They'd ruined more than one attempt at a little nighttime fun by cracking up. "Oh, how low the brave adventurer has fallen. . . ."
"I think you'll find it's you who has fallen, Doctor," Alice replied, still smirking -- before suddenly grabbing his shoulders and flipping them over. Victor gasped as his back hit the mattress. "You really should learn a better way of restraining your 'guests.'"
Victor made a token attempt at a struggle. "No! This cannot be!"
"Oh, it can. And now, I think we'll see how much you like your science." Alice picked up the item Victor had bought earlier that day especially for this moment. "Shall we see what this does?"
"As if you know what it is!" Victor said, faking a snarl.
". . .Actually, I don't," Alice confessed, looking at it with fresh confusion and interest. "Fill me in?"
"Well, it's -- it's a massager, actually," Victor explained, figuring if she was breaking character, he could too. "It, ah, vibrates. It's meant for your back, but I figured. . .well, we could -- try it -- lower?"
Alice found the switch and turned it on, making the device hum. "Hmmmm. . .I suppose we could." She grinned and leaned over him, slipping the massager between the pillow and his back. "Or we could see just how well it handles backs."
Victor tilted his head at her. What did she mean by that? The buzzing did feel rather nice, he'd gladly admit that, but it was rather tame for --
Oh God.
Victor gasped as Alice positioned the massager right between his shoulder blades, directly on that special spot that for some reason drove him wild. He'd always thought he'd gotten as turned on as humanly possible when she pressed on it, but this constant, steady vibration. . .his fingers dug into the blankets as he panted, hips jerking in pure animal need. How he hadn't already exploded was beyond him.
Alice snickered. "Oh, so this was the fate you intended for me, Doctor? I must admit, it looks--"
Victor jerked upward and and crushed his mouth against hers, ending her sentence in a surprised squeak. "I need you," he rasped out into her ear, only able to think because of the interruption in the sensation. "Please. . . ."
Alice smiled at him and reached down. "Well, far be it from me to refuse such a desperate request," she assured him. "Let's get you calmed down. And then, maybe, we'll try your 'lower' idea."