#Veena Reyes

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Exhausting day

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Part 02 of my Mari Will Smooch The World And That Is A Threat challenge has arrived Send me your Vs and what kind of fic you want - be it romantic or platonic, with smut or without. Our OCs hanging out or making out, it’s up to you!

Featuring @tekstelart‘s Veena + @eurodynesass‘s Valerie!

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There are too many hands on her, Mari doesnt know where to focus. Her heart thunders within the confines of her chest, hard enough she wonders how it doesnt simply break free of her ribs. It's a heady thing, sharing the same bubble of air with her best friends as they touch and tease and grind and kiss; she's overwhelmed already, and they'd barely begun.

Val has her hand buried in Mari's hair, nails roving over her scalp in a way that makes her shiver; the other is pressed to Vee's breast, fingers expertly plucking a nipple as she swallows down the blonde's sighs. Vee herself has both hands on Mari's thighs, nails dipping along the curves in a barely-there caress, making her twitch and sigh and chase after her fingers. She cant breathe life into the pleas that weigh down her tongue, mouth too busy pressed against Val's naked slit.

It's too much and not enough, their combined sighs and moans and breathless laughs as hands roam over tattooed skin, Mari's eyes squeezed shut as she buries her tongue between Val's folds. Her thighs clench tightly together, seeking any friction she can as Vee refuses to drag her fingers any higher, content to tease as bright blue eyes watch her every twitch through lidded eyes. She exchanges a small glance with Val before capturing her mouth once more, reaching a hand out to curve her palm over her throat. Val shudders at the touch, grinding down against Mari's mouth with a small sigh, throwing her hair over one shoulder and leaning down to flick her tongue against Vee's hardened nipple, tugging it between her teeth.

They're stuck in a loop, mouths and hands exploring where they hadn't dared previously. It's fitting, that the three of them have crossed this line together; there's Val and Vee, and Mari and Val, and Vee and Mari but together; together they shine. There's not a thing they cant do when they're all together and that includes something such as this. The only second thought Mari had since Vee had kissed her and she'd shoved a hand beneath Val's shirt was the simple fear that once they'd begun she wouldnt ever want to stop. Now that she's here and she knows exactly what her closest friends taste like there is no going back.

Mari moans, low in her throat, and doubles her efforts against the sweet tang of her best friend's cunt.

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Thanks to @frank-a-lank For the Template for the bio below the cut.

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मित्रा शर्मा

Character Name: Mitra Sharma Alias: Kunda Age: 47 Class/Job: Support/Medical Engeneer Country of Origin: India Voice Description: A stern, warm tone. Affiliation: Overwatch

BIO/BG: When she realized the damage of the nature of Moira's work, Mitra fled Overwatch, taking anything of her own deigns back to India, in hopes of landing with Vishkar in her knowledge, but she never received any notice, as she was not gifted with hardlight, but Healing. So she worked for the local Temples, doing Saraswati's Teachings, wherever she could, when the broadcast from Winston went out, she felt a pit in her heart to leave the people she had returned to help, but she knew that if she went back, she could fix it. She could fix everything.

Abilites: 1: Veena Strum - When healing your allies with a Veena Strum, the person being healed recalls a time where they lost something, and begin to gain 25 health per 3 second. (Countered by Ana Grenade or Losing the Link/Breaking the connection) 2: Universal Link - Upon realizing what they lost, the person begins to generate a temporary aura for people around them, healing 3.5 health per second for those people after the person is returned to full health. (Losing the Link breaks effect.). 3: Harmony Strum - (Shift) This ability allows Mitra to switch from healing her friends, to damaging her enemies, while knowledge and arts can create, they can also destory. (Switches Universal Link to Universal Destruction.) 4: In "Lasting Jasmine", she bvegins to play on her Veena, the "Maa Saraswati Beej Mantra", of which creates an AOE where her allies in the area are given a healing aura that heals to full, and a temporary armour that lasts for 8 seconds out of the aura."

(Lasting Jasmine continues for 8 seconds. Countered by Ana Grenade, Sleep dart, or Shatter. "Halt!", Graviton, and Whole Hog have no effect. Ana Nanoboost increases the rate of healing, but decreases the amount of armour output.)

==---------------------------------== Attacking (feel free to delete characters that your character wouldn’t have anything to say) ==---------------------------------== Enemy Ultimate: "जो दिल में है जीह्वा को वही चीज़ व्यक्त क���ना चाहिए. ( Jo dil me hai jihva ko vahi chiz vyakt karna chaahie.)" (Along with a low-hum tone, consistent with the buzzing sound from 76's Ult.)

Friendly Ultimate: "The tongue should express what is in the heart." (ALong with the mantra in the background instead of buzzing.)

Ability 1: "It's time to Remember!"

Ability 2: UL: Knowledge will heal you; When engaging those around her with UL: Knowledge is a bountiful gift. - UD: Trust in what you do not see.; When engaging the enemies around her with UD: Science becomes truth!

Killing Enemy: Return from whence you came!/Phir Milenge.

Killing Genji: Are you prepared to donate your body to Science?

Killing McCree: [Has nothing to say]

Killing Reaper/Blackwatch Reyes: Haan! Learn your place/Nahi! Commander!

Killing Soldier 76/Commander Morrison: Maaf kijiye! Commander!

Killing Sombra: How can one kill a shadow? Put out a light.

Killing Tracer: "You died a hero, Bachcha."

Killing Doomfist: I am disappointed.

Killing Widowmaker: Accha! May you continue existance in the void!

Killing Bastion: Suniye Bastion!

Killing Hanzo: [Has nothing to say]

Killing Junkrat: [Has nothing to say]

Killing Mei: Oh Mei! I'm so sorry!

Killing Moira: Your will made real? Hah!

Killing D.Va: [Has nothing to say]

Killing Orisa: Suniye! I believe we could have worked well together.

Killing Roadhog: [Has nothing to say]

Killing Reinhardt: I wish I could have forseen this. I would have stopped you.

Killing Zarya:[Has nothing to say]

Killing Winston: Winston! I wish I could have helped you...

Killing Lucio: [Has nothing to say]

Killing Mercy: "Why? You had so much to offer the world Angela!"

Killing Symmetra: Bura! We should not fight!

Killing Ana: Oh Ana....Meri Tabiyut kharaab hai.

Killing Zenyatta: I will pray for you!

==---------------------------------== Teammates ==---------------------------------== When teammate gets an elimination: A striking blow!

When a teammate is on fire: You're on fire!

Thanks: Dhanyawaad!

When Mercy Damage Boosts them: Haan! Mujhe pasand hai!!!

Group up: Come to me!/Come here!/Follow the lead of the Goddess!

Hello: NamasTe!/Hello/He!/Halo!

I need healing!: Maaf kijiye, I need some assistance!/Madad!

==---------------------------------== Interactions (write down a possible interaction your character can have with their teammates in spawn): ==---------------------------------== -- To Team after Team Kill: Shabaash! What excellent work!

-- To Zenyatta from Mitra, when spawning on Nepal on the same team: I have heard you are from here, my friend. Is it true? To Mitra from Zenyatta, when responding to comment: It is true, I have not been back for a long time. I wonder if my brothers and sisters would welcome me back with open arms. --

To Reaper from Mitra, when spawning on the same team: You are an impossibility. To Mitra from Reaper, responding to comment: You are a narrow-minded fool.

-- To D.VA (When in B.VA skin): Bhanvaraa! Do you seek the petals of the Lotus? To Mitra from B.VA: No response.

-- To Sol76, when on the same team: I swear I know you. To Mitra from Sol76: I get that a lot. --

To Moira, when on the same team: I will be watching you. To Mitra from Moira, when on the same team:: I'm sure of it.

To Moira, when on the enemy team: You will suffer the fate of those you used! To Mitra, from Moira, when on the enemy team, if Mitra is countered/killed: Your body will suffice greatly in my research.

==---------------------------------== What they have to say about maps:

Hanamura: "The Shimada Family still own this place, do they not?"

Temple of Anubis: [Has nothing to say]

Nepal: "A quiet village. Let us not disturb the residents."

Eichenwalde: [Has nothing to say]

Hollywood: [Has nothing to say]

Route 66: "I do not trust this place. I would not like to linger."

Kings Row: [Has nothing to say]

Ilios: [Has nothing to say]

Dorado: "I do not trust this place. Let us be done with it swiftly."

Horizon Lunar Colony:

Volskaya Industries: [Has nothing to say]

Watchpoint Gibraltar: "I have not been here in a long time."

Numbani: "It is interesting to see what has become of this city."

==---------------------------------== Support Character Specific (Write down what your character would say while healing a certain character or what the Overwatch character would say while getting healed: -Injured/calling out to Mercy: -"Mujhey Doctor kee zaroorat hai!"

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Ed. Note: I’m so happy to bring you this post from contributor Veena Rangaswami, who’s done the legwork on figuring out what’s going on with some of the new murals downtown. Be sure that you get down there tonight for the Artery Alley Party with live music from Southern Avenue, free ticket giveaway to Norah Jones, and more. Have you seen the cool new artwork in Barboro Alley downtown and wondered what it was all about? Don’t worry, I’m here to fill you in. Barbaro Alley  – aka “The Artery” as we’re now calling it – was commissioned by the Downtown Memphis Commission to increase the vibrancy and walkability of the South Main area. The alley was chosen for its proximity to a number of creative businesses as well as the connection it provides between AutoZone and ServiceMaster. Of the 40 proposals that were submitted by artists, six were chosen for the Phase I installation on the west side of the alley, with more coming in Phase II later this year that will fill out the east side. As someone who is always on the lookout for new murals and street art in Memphis, I love the vibrancy of these six pieces and how they have brought the alley to life. I can’t wait to see how it continues to evolve with the next phase of the project. And now, on to the murals: 1. Back in the Ponds // Christopher Reyes and Michael Roy aka Ninjacat + Birdcap Follow @birdcap and @madebyninjacat This is a showstopper of a piece that will immediately draw you in with bold colors and a unique look. A longtime downtown resident, Reyes was excited about contributing awesomeness to his neighborhood, and he loves the allure of having the piece transform from mural by day to a stunning visual experience at night. Ed. Note: If you loved FISH at Crosstown Arts as much as I did, this has a similar “animation” through lighting concept.  A post shared by Christopher Reyes (@madebyninjacat) on Apr 27, 2017 at 11:17pm PDT 2. Streak // Emily Elizabeth Miller Follow @emilysadventures A street artist and illustrator living in Nashville, Emily attended art school in Memphis and wanted to give back to and leave her mark on the city that shaped her so significantly as an artist. She used the Memphis Tigers, a mascot for our beloved city, as her inspiration and created the mural using prints and wheatpaste. Ed. Note: Emily did one of my favorites on the giant Paint Memphis wall at Chelsea and Evergreen. 3. 1968 // Lawrence Matthews Follow @donlifted Next, you’ll find 1968 by visual and recording artist Lawrence Matthews. Matthews decided in the summer of 2016 to take on more public art projects as a way to expose people to visuals and ideas that could educate or inform them of different moments in history. 1968 takes on Memphis’ role in the history of the Civil Rights Movement, and the piece is a great reminder to remember our city’s history as we continue to move forward. 4. Skywalk // Eszter Sziksz and Stephanie Cosby Follow @szikszeszter and @stephcosby A post shared by Stephanie C Cosby / Memphis TN (@stephccosby) on Jan 15, 2017 at 2:44pm PST Skywalk is a collaboration between two artists who work together with the understanding that art is a bridge that connects us across languages. They wanted to bring sunlight into the grey concrete of the alley, and they purposely used lenticular prints in their work so that it comes alive when people walk through. All of the photos in the piece were taken by Stephanie, and Eszter and Stephanie worked together to bring the work to life. 5. Soul Color // Marcellous Lovelace Follow @marcellouslovelace I love Marcellous Lovelace’s Soul Color for its fun abstract style and also for its homage to Memphis’ place in the halls of music history. Honoring some of the most famous musicians to record in Memphis, this piece will appeal to locals and visitors alike. 6. It’s Beautiful Where You Are // Joseph Boyd @ Flight of Fancy Co Follow @flightoffancyco If you venture across South Main to the east side of the Artery, you’ll find Joseph Boyd’s It’s Beautiful Where You Are, a visually stunning piece that I loved for the feeling of life it invokes. Inspired by nature and wanting to showcase the local beauty of Memphis, Joseph chose to feature a mockingbird and irises, Tennessee’s state bird and flower, along with women’s nails inspired by his wife, a fellow artisan. In his own words, “We should all travel and take in the beauty of this earth but we should recognize that we have something pretty great here.” I agree, wholeheartedly. — Feeling inspired to see these in person? Head on down to the Artery between 5 and 9 p.m. tonight (May 10) for a party hosted by Downtown Memphis! Highlights will include cornhole, craft beer, the Amurica photo booth, MemPops, a performance by Southern Avenue, and much more! About The Author Veena grew up on the banks of the Mississippi River, and after many years of splitting her time between Memphis and India, she has finally returned full-time to the 901. By day she is a program specialist for the Bridge Builders program at BRIDGES, and by night she can be found reading and writing, eating her way around Memphis, cheering on her favorite sports teams, plotting her next out-of-town adventure, and pretending to be a runner. All she wants is a lifetime supply of Dr. Pepper and to see the Grizz bring home an NBA Championship. Read about her adventures, and follow along for yourself on Instagram and Twitter. Are you a home owner in Memphis, with a broken garage door? Call ASAP garage door today at 901-461-0385 or checkout http://ift.tt/1B5z3Pc

http://ilovememphisblog.com/2017/05/six-new-downtown-memphis-murals-the-artery-alley-project/

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Just two bisexual babes being gross n stuff ⋆

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"I love you", he whispered, breath tickling her lips. Her heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest and all she could muster was a smile as she leaned up to capture his lips with her own. Nothing else mattered in that moment, not the noise and crowds of the city outside his clinic, nor the injuries she was still recovering from. Everything she wanted, needed, was here. This felt like home, he felt like home, and she finally arrived.

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“Promised I’d come back”

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Some more

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That one vine with the couple and the camera person being shook but make it Judy aka @viktorsvector​​ is a bad influence on me Bonus:

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You requested it, I delivered it

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𝐂𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 > 𝒦𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝐸𝓊𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓎𝓃𝑒 & 𝒱𝑒𝑒𝓃𝒶 𝑅𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈

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Veena Reyes Truly a greedy bitch

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“See, it really doesn't matter to me if you cum or not, you're the one who wants to. So you'll have to work for it very hard,” he inhaled a deep breath underlining the indifference in his voice, “and I don't think you're trying at all right now.”

I edited the previous version a lot because I wasn’t happy with it. Hope you’ll enjoy the new one. Ship: Viktor/Female V Contains: Orgasm Delay/Denial, Praise Kink, Voice Kink Word count: 3.9k Ao3

This contains spoilers for the "Path of Glory/The Sun" ending!! The ending is alternated but the spoiler is still there.

It was late, the sun has long set leaving the city in the neon lights of the signs and billboards, streets crowded with the cities night dwellers. Usually the clinic was supposed to be closed by now but an emergency had Viktor stay in late tonight, not that this was any surprise to the old Ripperdoc. This was Night City after all and if he was honest, the nights without emergencies and late shifts were the ones that worried him more. There was always some gonk who needed some patching up or an implant fixed, not that he really had much room for complaining. Having finished his work a while ago, Viktor has still not yet left the clinic, albeit for an entirely different reason than the merc who had been chewing his ear off about a malfunction in his optic implants earlier. No, Vik was sitting at his desk, tapping away on his screen to finish up a new order of cybernetics, deliberately slow if the impatient whimpering at the other end of the phone call was any indication. V's reactions forced a soft and barely audible chuckle from his throat. Her current state of impatience and desperation did interesting things to his body, the uncomfortable strain in his pants being evidence enough. V had called him after his last patient left, wanting to check in and know if he was coming over once his work was done. Not that he needed any invitation, but it was sweet of her to call just to make sure he wasn't overdoing it with his work. With her now 'running' the Afterlife and him running his clinic, time was a luxury they could not always afford, making the act of calling him a gesture he cherished deeply. How this call led to her currently working herself towards a release under his torturously slow instructions, however, he could not quite muster. Not that it mattered anyway, not with that beautiful whimpering plea of his name that just left her lips. “Vik... please...” Oh she was going to be the death of him. ______________ The noises from the city outside her window were drowned out, if not by her own uneven breathing and soft whines then it was by Viktors firm voice at the end of the line, giving her clear instructions on how and where to run her fingers along her body, when to press them down, to pinch and when to drag her nails across her skin ever so lightly, leaving goosebumps in their wake. It was the sweetest kind of torture as Vik had not yet given her permission to touch where she desperately needed it. Heat building up under her skin at every caress, every drag of her fingers, the tension almost unbearable. This was clearly not what she expected when she decided to call him earlier, between gigs and work at the Afterlife she barely found time for herself and it has been almost a week since she's last seen Vik. To say it was exhausting was an understatement, times like these she understood why the Ripperdoc gave up on being a legend. A private life was almost impossible. She was tired and desperate for a few hours of sleep but when she glimpsed into the mirror and her eyes were drawn to his necklace in her reflection she just had enough of missing his warmth and decided to give him a call. Now she was sprawled on her bed in nothing but her underwear and an old shirt clearly meant for someone bigger than her small frame, his scent faintly clung to it. V's fingers were now drawing tantalizing circles around her slit, still covered by the now soaked fabric of her underwear. Still without the okay to touch where she needed it, to relief some of the ache she was all but left panting his name softly, faintly aware of the plea that left her lips. “Didn't quite catch that kitten, gotta speak up.” His reply was hoarse and V swallowed a moan at the nickname he used, among all the names he had for her, this one was probably her favourite. She wriggled on her bed, pressing her thighs together slightly, trying to get any kind of friction. “Please let me touch myself...” Her voice was merely more than a soft mewl at this point, weak and desperate, much to Vik's delight. “You are touching yourself sweetheart, not sure I understand your request.”, he purred with that absolutely sinful voice, had anyone told her that a voice would one day make her feel the way his voice did, she would've laughed and shrugged it off as nonsense, yet here she was. His voice coursing through her body like liquid fire, pooling at her core, her cunt throbbing now. A pathetic whimper left her lips and she swallowed thickly. “You... know what I mean... ” “Oh do I?” His voice was going to be her demise. “Please...” “Kitten you know I love to hear you beg but you really gotta tell me what you want here, I'm old, can't read your mind y'know.”, it was a challenge, one that left V panting his name in a breathy moan. He knew exactly what she wanted but of course he would not make it easy for her. Ass. Viktor seemed to take some pity on her because the next thing she knew was the change of his tone, now cooing her with a fabricated softness. “What a poor girl you are huh, how about you stop with the slow circles then. I want you to really touch yourself now. I honestly don't care how, just do what works for you, get yourself nice and close to the edge and tell me when you're there.” She did not need to be told twice, her fingers now moving past the drenched fabric of her panties to rub circles into her clit. She was embarassingly close from all his teasing alone so when she moved her hand to push two fingers inside her she could already feel the coil in her stomach tensing. “You're close, aren't you sweetheart?”, Viks sounded more winded than just a couple of minutes before, clearly not unaffected by their game. The thought of her obeying his every command, of V completely at his mercy, if his pants hadn't been uncomfortable before, they certainly were now. V whimpered a quiet yes, the coil tightening closer and closer, ready to snap at any second. She inhaled a sharp breath, about to tumble over the edge, in what promised to be an intense orgasm, “Now stop.” With a frustrated whine V removed her hand from her aching cunt, stifling another groan at the sudden loss of friction and the almost-orgasm that was already fading back into nothing. “Listen to me, darling, this is very important.”, the control in Viktors voice was back, despite him talking down to her like that, V couldn't help the shiver that crawled down her spine and fueled the fire in her core. “What I want you do now is continue your work. Get really into it. But you will not cum. You'll keep yourself right on that edge until I'm with you and tell you otherwise. Think you can do that for me?” His voice was overcoming her in an inferno, lulling her into absolute obedience as she swallowed another moan. They may have had similar games before, he may have denied her orgasms before but never to this extend. No, the other times it was mere teasing, dragging it out for her mostly so they could climax together. Besides, Vik knew that a bit of edging made the orgasm so much more intense for her. This time he seemed content on testing just how far he could push her limits. With the sense of security coming from the safeword they've agreed on very early into their relationship Vik seemed to enjoy pushing V's boundaries just to see how much it would take to get her to yield. The feeling of having Night Cities best damn merc, this powerful woman who's easily crushed men his size before, fully at his mercy, obedient and begging for him was more of a turn on than Vik cared to admit. The quiet “Yes” left V's lips in a shaky breath, struggling to keep her voice even. “Good girl.”, the way he purred this particular nickname was borderline sinful and the only response she got before she heard the rustling of his clothes as he undoubtedly got up from his chair and left his clinic, now making his way to her apartment. She half expected him to hang up the call so his low voice took her by surprise when he growled softly, “Can't hear you. What are you waiting for?” Without further encouragement she continued her ministrations though she worked herself slower now, not wanting to reach that edge too quickly again. That was until she could hear the dissapointment dripping from the sigh that just left Viks lips. “Sweetheart I don't think you're really trying here.”, his voice was firm but low, hushed even, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention from bypassers likely. A pathetic whimper from V as she brushed her fingers over her aching clit. “See, it really doesn't matter to me if you cum or not, you're the one who wants to. So you'll have to work for it very hard,” he inhaled a deep breath underlining the indifference in his voice, “and I don't think you're trying at all right now.” With a frustrated groan V applied more pressure feeling herself getting closer to the edge again, that familiar coil in her stomach tightening while moans of Viks name left her lips like a prayer. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, set ablaze by the sinful coaxing of Viktors voice, guiding her every move. She felt this raw want, need, and she knew that this need was not just for her release but for him. It was music to his ears really, part of him urging him to hurry up and watch her come undone beneath his body while screaming his name but she was not yet where he wanted her to be. Whether or not she was aware how much this was testing his self control, he didn't know. But it took everything to keep his composure, to continue playing his role and not just rush to her place and bury himself deep inside her. A week without her close to him and he felt how every inch of his skin craved her with such ferocity that he feared he might not be able to hold onto his control for much longer. Of course she would not object if he gave in, but this game was as much for her benefit as it was for his. He wanted to drag this out, the rare moments they had together, he wanted to savor them. After everything that went down with the Biochip, that moment of sheer and raw panic when he heard the shot that night she almost flatlined and Johnny dragged her into his clinic and his entire world froze. When the elevator door opened and she was standing in front of him, still alive, gun in hand, ready to march down Arasaka and take her life back... This woman has seen more shit than most of Night City and she was still kicking. There was nothing else he could do other than admire her raw will to live, her determination. She was a force of nature. And she was his. He was the one currently heading towards her place, his name was the one still hanging on her lips like a silent song. The thought filled him with so much desire that he had to focus on slowing down his steps. A bright neon sign catching his attention. “Maybe we should check out this place sometime, looks like they got some nice stuff”, with a low chuckle he halted in front of a store, deciding to ignore V's groan of protest. His alone and he knew exactly how to play her. “Viktor... pleaseee”, whether she intentionally dragged out the words or she was just too far gone, he couldn't tell but he smiled at her reaction regardless. The way his full name rolled from her lips shot straight to his cock. “Please what, sweetheart?” Oh his tone was absolute agony now. Feigned sweetness coaxing his every word. He was straight up driving her mad. “Hurry up please...”, between her rasped moans and whimpers it became increasingly difficult to form coherent sentences, much to the Ripperdocs amusement. “Why the rush doll?”, he didn't bother hiding his amusement as he continued walking down the road towards her apartment building. It wasn't far from his clinic so he took every opportunity to drag things out a bit further. “Want to... cum”, V managed between sharp breaths, she's certainly not been on the edge for this long before, now alternating her ministrations between getting her right onto the edge and slowing down enough to not stumble over it. It was blissful torment. It still became an increasingly difficult and agonizing task and with her next whimper as she slowed down enough to stop herself from reaching her peak, all she heard was Viktors deep laugh for a second. “Aww poor poor girl, is the big man being mean to you and not letting you finish?” V hated him in the best possible way for the patronizing tone he was using on her, if alone for the fact that it just pushed her closer towards tipping over. Before she could reply however his chuckling stopped and he continued, “Oh that's right, I don't fuckin' care. You're here for my amusement.” The merc whined in response, at this point she had to remove her hands from her body fully, she was certain a single breath would be her end now. As much as Viktor enjoyed the torment, his impatience was growing and his pants were unbearably tight at that point, he was lucky enough that the bulge was barely obvious. Or the bypassers were just too busy with their own world to really notice. Either way, he was growing feverish for her skin on his, her cunt wrapped tightly around him. Once he arrived at the Megabuilding and stepped into the elevator his tone shifted ever so slightly. “What a good, obedient girl you're being. Think you deserve to cum?”, his words were still teasing but coaxed with a level of fondness that made her heart melt as much as it set fire to her entire body and she clutched he thighs together at the sensation. “Yes please”, she whispered into her phone. “God you sound so perfect like this, so desperate to cum for me like a good little girl.” “Please.. Viktor please”, the words coming out in a pathetic whine. “Patience darling, just stay right on the edge, you're doing so well.”, Vik knew that she needed the encouragement now, he could tell that she was close to her limit. The elevator came to a stop at her level. Viktor no longer wasted any time and took quick long strides towards her apartment. Once he finally arrived at her apartment he had to bite back a groan at the sight that he was greeted with. V was draped across her bed, shirt rolled up revealing most of her stomach and her panties discarded likely a while ago. Her head was tossed back and she was biting her bottom lip hard, thin sheen of sweat glistening in the neon light from outside her window. Her hands were gripping the sheets next to her thighs which she was currently pressing together hard. Vik was not sure what he was expecting but the image beat everything he could've imagined, sending another sharp pang down his cock and he had to adjust his pants just enough to stop the strain for the moment. “Now that's a sight to behold...”, he started teasingly, every intention of going at a slow pace thrown out the window the moment her eyes opened and met his, pupils blown with unhinged desire, bottom lip still sucked between her teeth, her expression a silent plea for mercy. “Fuck...” Whatever it was he wanted to say, it was now stuck in his throat, low groan all he could muster before quickly discarding his own clothes and leaning down on the bed, arms on either side of her head, to capture her lips in a heated and sloppy kiss. He barely wasted any time before trailing his lips down her neck, biting down onto that sensitive spot at the same time he grabbed her knees to wrap her legs around his waist. V had her arms wrapped around his shoulder tighly and when he ground his hips into her, dragging his length deliciously slow along her soaked folds, she dug ner nails into his skin and deep growl rumbled in Viks chest. Feeling his length pressed against her slit after the delicious torture she endured was pure gasoline thrown into the fire of her craving body. Unwilling to wait any longer Vik mumbled something about how wet and perfect she was for him before positioning his tip at her entrance and slowly pushing himself into the silky wetness between her thighs. The stretch was heavenly and with her being absolutely drenched from their game, she didn't need any time to adjust to his size, instead he started at a slow and steady pace, giving long and hard thrusts. Capturing her lips again, tongue tracing her bottom lip before she granted him access. His movements were slow, calculated, but hard, snapping his hips forward with a force that reminded V of his former boxer career. His left arm coming down under her waist, lifting her up ever so slightly, the new angle making him hit that spot deep inside that sent sparks through her entire body. V eventually broke the kiss to gasp for air, Viks face now buried in her shoulder, deep growls rumbling in his chest. He held her so tightly and she clung to him just as much, the emotions running through her, she could feel his heartbeat and every last bit of tension from her daily life, every fear, every uncertainty faded into nothing. She was not only feeling her own pleasure, she was feeling his, it made her heart hammer in her chest. How did she ever get so lucky? Out of all the people in Night City this man had chosen her, a kid from the street merely trying to survive, she may have reached the top but she knew that she would have never gotten this far without him. A sharp bite on her neck pulled her out of her thoughts and she could feel his lips move when he spoke onto her skin “Stop thinkin' so goddamn much.” Vik had her moaning his name again with a particular hard thrust. “Better.” His movements quickened and before long he was slamming into her with a brutal pace. “Vik I can't hold-”, V cried out unable to finish her sentece, she was so close to her climax, she desperately wanted to cum and just when it seemed like he would let her, he halted his movements entirely. V whined in protest, head thrown back into the pillows and eyes shut, she bucked her hips for any kind of friction but Viktors hands held her hips in place and with a smirk he leaned in to trace his lips along her neck again, he could feel her pulse racing. “You're doing so well kitten, come on, beg for it.” He continued his movements, slowly at first, dragging his full length out before slamming back in, hitting that perfect spot that made her cry out his name. “You can do better, come on, let me hear you”, he continued mumbling into her neck, getting close to his own release while he increased his pace, no longer holding back from slamming into her with a force that almost knocked the air out of her lungs. V no longer having any reservations about her volume, chanted his name with strings of “please” like a prayer, neighbors be damned, let them hear whos doing this to her, hear who she belongs to. Her nails digging into his back hard enough to leave bloody trails, not that he seemed to mind, if anything it just goaded him on as a sharp hiss left his lips. Another bite to her neck, sure to leave a mark, and he grabbed her face. “Look at me.” V struggled to keep her eyes open. “Look. At. Me.” Viktor briefly slowed down his movement enough so V could open her eyes and look at him. Whatever people saw in her in the streets, this view was his and his alone,  pupils blown wide with lust and pure longing, longing not only for release but all of him, he wished he could save this image forever. “Good girl”, he smirked at her before picking up his pace again. “You ready to cum with me?” V just nodded. “Use your words sweetheart”, despite the command, his voice was soft, tender, his thumb tracing along her cheek. “Yes, please”, was all she managed to gasp before he moved his hand to the back of her head, grasping her hair in a tight grip. “Then cum for me.” With a shout of his name the coil finally snapped and her orgasm crashed over her in an inferno, ever nerve of her body on fire as she rode out the most intense climax she's ever had. His name clung to her lips and she felt herself clenching down on Viks cock tightly. That was all it took for him to follow her, with a loud groan of her full name he thrust into her a few more times, spilling his release deep inside her Coming down from their high together they stayed in place like this for a while, catching their breaths  before Vik leaned down to press a soft kiss to V's forehead. “Good girl, you did so well.” A kiss on her lips, slow and thoroughly to come down from their high. Pouring their emotions into each other. V wished she could just stay like this forever. No responsibilities, no clients waiting for her, just this. Content. Peaceful. When Vik broke the kiss he cupped her cheek with his right hand, looking at her like she was the only damn thing that mattered in this world. It made her heart ache. “I love you”, he whispered, breath tickling her lips. Her heart now felt like it was going to leap out of her chest and all she could muster was a smile as she leaned up to capture his lips with her own. Nothing else mattered in that moment, not the noise and crowds of the city outside her apartment, not her clients, not the Afterlife or even her role in it. It all faded into the background. Everything she wanted, needed, was here. This felt like home, he felt like home, and she finally understood.

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