Pygmalion - Imre (mature)

Note: this one is sick. I don't know why I suddenly got this idea, but it's a Frankenstein-inspired semi-AU. Crowny is the undead creation. So... yeah... read at your own discretion.

He had done it. A dream that began when he was a child and first read Frankenstein had finally come to fruition. The man had given life to a creation of his own making. Imre Duran was a person who fought till he got what he wanted. 

Even if he had to resort to less than ethical methods. 

They laid on the cold slab of the table. He dragged a fingernail along the surface of their icy skin. Their chest did not rise, their eyes did not move behind their lids and he could feel their breath as he moved his mouth above theirs. 

He had not intended to stitch a body to his liking. He only sought to prove he could do the unimaginable. But seeing them as whole instead of wrapped limbs in a freezer made something inside him burn. 

He had already done an immoral thing by taking the bits and pieces of other bodies to create them. Would it be so unquestionable to partake in acts of the more carnal nature?

He did give them a brain, after all. Did the brain of the person it originally belonged to know what pleasure was? Did the genitalia he gave them, ever feel another’s touch?

Questions, questions, questions. 

“Awake,” he commanded. 

Their eyes instantly opened. Cold, undead, and unblinking as they stared up at the ceiling. He walked over to stand near their face and bent down once more. 

“Look at me,” he ordered. 

Their eyes slowly moved to the side to stare at him. It felt like a mannequin gazed back at him. It sent a pleasurable shiver in between his legs. 

“Do you know your name?” he asked.

They paused for several seconds before they answered. He would need to fix that. They nodded once. 

“Use your words, my love,” he said. 

They opened their mouth, moved their tongue around their teeth and across their lips. He saw the cords move under their throat. 

“Nene/nena,” they said. 

He faintly smiled. “Very good.”

Their face twitched. They seemed to want to mimic his own expression but it looked confused and painful. He’ll need to fix that too. 

Their tongue laid out of their mouth, a droopy sad piece of meat. He wondered what it would feel like to stick himself, that thick and currently growing limb in that cold cavern. Would they know instinctively what he wanted them to do? 

But he knew himself too well. He would be rough with them and that is not the first impression he wanted to give them in the first few minutes of rebirth. 

Instead, he put his finger to their tongue and pushed it inside their mouth. He felt around that moist, cool place. He could justify it by saying he was checking their teeth but by the tightening of his member against his trousers it would be rather pathetic to lie. 

He would not rut inside of them like an untamed beast however. Not yet. But he needed something, a taste of what it will lead to. 

So, he pulled their bottom lip down and planted a kiss on their pink wet skin. They did not close their eyes, they followed his movements clinically. 

Their lips chilled his own as he moved his hot tongue along their gaping mouth. He did not care that they didn’t respond. In fact, doing to them as he wished made his loins ignite furiously. 

He coaxed their limp tongue and said against their mouth, “follow me.”

Immediately they moved their tongue along his, with confidence but clumsy. He sucked it into his mouth and took their hand to press it against his aching cock. 

He moved it up and down a few times and let go. They rubbed him as if they were feeling a texture they never had before. 

He grunted, something he is not known for. He’d lose control if he kept on like this. A popping noise came from rapidly sucking their tongue and moving his head back, letting it fall back against their mouth. 

He unbuckled himself and quickly pulled out his erection, placing it into their waiting hand. Their cold skin made him tremble, their fingers moved around his dark trimmed pubic hair. They learned fast. 

He slid his tongue down their chin and placed small bites along their neck. He felt their muscles tense under his caresses. They reacted to desire… or was it a simple reflex? He would need to further investigate this. 

He licked a wet trail down their chest and rolled his tongue around their pebbled nipple. He felt their back slightly arch. When he looked up at them their eyes still showed no emotion whatsoever.

He brought the sensitive nub between his teeth and bit. That made their stroking hand clench him, he moaned against their skin. 

He moved away from that nexus of nerves and placed small bites along their stomach. He felt their muscles twitch and he smirked. 

He would pull on their skin just to see their body jerk. Their hand could no longer reach him in this position so he decided to take matters into his own hands, slowly but roughly.

Most people are born bathed in their mother’s blood. His creation would come into this world bathed in his cum. How delightful. 

When he got to that area of hair, right before the generous genitalia he gave them he stopped. A good teacher gives lessons in increments to not overwhelm the student. There would be enough time for everything he wanted to do with them. 

As well, he felt the telltale signs of orgasm underneath the skin of his scrotum. He moved his red tip to their face and looked into their soulless eyes as he let out a silent sigh.

His cum spurted out onto their obedient face, coating those eyes he was enamored with. Streams of semen fell onto their nose, their forehead and more importantly their open, waiting mouth. 

He put himself right and then said, “clean yourself off with your fingers and eat it.”

He wondered how well they understood basic concepts such as nutrition. He did make sure the brain was from a mature subject. 

They did not remove their eyes from his as with a stiff movement they brought their hand to their face and swiped at the sticky whiteness. They dabbed their fingertip with some that had landed on their cheek and stuck it into their mouth. 

Their uncontrolled tongue lapped at their sustenance and swallowed. He smiled and placed a kiss on their forehead, tasting the salty gift he had given them. 

“Well done. Do finish your meal, I provided it with much love,” he directed. 

“Yes, master,” they responded. 

He patted their head before sitting down and taking up his notes. He began detailing the recent experiment. Looking up every now and then to see if they were still eating. 

It would be wasteful if not, wouldn’t it?