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'Im so hungry,'
"then eat."
The player heaves at the thought. their eyes are glazed over but full of disgust to even entertain such a horrid act. they've survived so, so much before this. they could go dats- no, weeks, starving and dehydrated and without any sleep, still at top tip shape. they outran monsters, they didn't throw up at the smell of the piles of dust, blood or gore. they kept themselves clean other then the rank stains of sweat across their uniform and all across their back where the grab-pack was outlined in the dark color of the disgusting smell. they where constantly, for hours, days--or however long they where down there and so god help them know how long its been-- on the brink of losing it. the brink of death.
"its not a kid, if that's what you're thinking."
'fuck that.' they hissed in their mind, their eyes darting up to the voice crackling through what would be speakers--but hell, what would they know or care? after all these voices from all these screens and holes, it wasn't like it mattered anymore. the whole building was speaking at this point. they aren't breathing heavily. but their mouth is agape, and if they had more then a cup of water so far, their drool would be piling onto the dark dirty concrete underneath them. 'fuck that.' they repeat in their head, their sickly skin covered in sweat and more concerningly, blood.
"haha, isn't that remarkable? you really have some self control. you really are different then them, huh?"
No. they'd never do something like that. not like this. right?
"but why would your strong will matter, if you're still very willing to off anyone-anything- for your own? am i wrong? so why is this different, why is this so different from everything else you've done, and everything you're willing to do?"
The player gulps. hard. its dry, and so far all they've gotten is a few drops from pipes leading to sinks or water from sinks themselves. 'fuck you.' they think, the words written clearly on their face which is contorted into a scowl, staring up at nothing. its too dark. all they had was their own personal light but it didn't help when the dust was so heavy the light caught more on the broken shapes and dirty air then the room itself.
"be a good little germ, wont you?"
A laugh could escape them. it didn't. they responded with a small snicker but it was quickly cut off with the strain of damaged and dry voice cords. they buckled over, their thick muscles tensed up in pain, their stomach burning and growling and screaming at them. their brain was starting to fuzz with how each and every second a enzyme was sent up to take a protein away from their own body fat, their own muscles, and often, it felt like it was taking away its own soft brain bacon. what didn't help was the grab-pack weighing them down when they hunched over, but god, where they afraid of how vulnerable they would be without it. the thought was even more terrifying-because The player would never have thought something like that. not them-not someone whose been starving and sleepless for days, not someone who was strong enough to keep going. but right now, the primal instinct has them caught.
"hm? should i feed you instead? would that help you, weakling?"
fuck--those words. those teasing, deeply playful words with the lilt of a insane freak. they could hear the tilt in the masculine voice, the grin on the nonexistent face, the static of how much hatred and fun the voice had. 'ill kill you.' they think, their usually strong, Lith and heavy legs becoming jelly as they attempt to stand. what happened? no- this wasn't right. not them. they had to keep going. was it the exhaustion that caught up to them? or the fact that those words that lit rage lit something even deeper in them?
a hand- or, whatever that thing was, comes down from out of the darkness. the player could hear the whirrs of the machinery, the sickening crunches of things built so crudely yet so intelligently. "Its no fair if you're starving, is it? all those hours... i bet just one ounce of nutrition could perk up someone like you. you're so strong, aren't you? if it wasn't for the horrible diet, id say you could have ripped me apart..." the voice jumps from speaker to speaker. disorientating the already famished person. "id like to see that."
each word from...whatever his vocals where considered, bore deep into the player's brain. 'i fucking hate you.' the limb shoots out, grabbing their head, a thumb on their nose and the fingers holding their jaw wide open, pushing and digging into the flesh. they gag, their tongue and teeth exposed to the cold dry air. their hands immediately shoot up to pry off the hand, before their mind quickly grabs onto their fifty pound backpack. in a flash they're trying to grab at whatever is grabbing their face before another limb shoots out from the darkness to their throat. a lapse in their judgement. all because of a missed meal.
"don't worry. we can go back to your little cat fights the second you let me feed you. something you so desperately need..." the voice is like a trill, a melody, something so sickening giving the context but something that was trying so hard to soothe. in a playful, awful way that is. the metal clasp around the Player's throat loosens its grip before retreating. "be still. and swallow."
in a second, the taste fills their unwilling yet thankful mouth. like the doctor was doing something for them they where too afraid to do. warmth fills their mouth, their teeth staining a disgusting red as the liquid fills every thin line between their teeth and gums, flowing under the tongue and over the tastebuds that where lit up with the flavor of copper and sweet,sweet relief. some of the metal was defiantly from the digits pushing there way into their mouth, mostly on purpose, to widen the opening and stuff the players jaws with the mechanical limb. sounds of gagging enter the air, the player's eyes widening. "gRK-ngh-"
"hmm, so you do make loud noises." The robotic voice had that same tone of someone having the time of their lives, yet at the same time, held the same contempt all throughout. "you're squirming so much, acting like this isn't relief for such a sick little pest."
"ggah..." Their noises are breathy as they begin to swallow. in the mist of the thick hot liquid was the clumps of meaty goodness, but broken in pieces easily swallowed, each one flowing smoothly down and lubricating such a dry esophagus. each one falling into a eager stomach, their whole body tensing and untensing everywhere the so called hand leaves only to stuff their face again and again.
"good..." The voice crackles with satisfaction. akin to a trainer feeding their bull to be healthy once again. "see? it isn't so bad is it now? does it taste good, is it doing its job? i can feel the warmth returning to your flesh..." a small chuckle escapes the speakers. "that is, if i could feel it truly." the thumb of the machine presses harder against the players face before retreating. and to their own dismay, they don't stop swallowing. their body is moving on their own, desperately gulping each and every drop of whatever this doctor was feeding them.
The player pants, their breathing heavy as the robotic hand finally retreats, and he swallows the last bit of the needed food. 'oh god,' the player's mind is racing. 'what the fuck did he feed me?'
the hand comes back once, but only to clean and wipe the blood dripping down the players chin. "you're way more better like this," the voice teases. "desperate, needy..." his words trail off as the hands thumb dips back into the players mouth. "so compliant. then again, isn't that all you are? following every direction you're given?" The player's breath hitched. was that true? well, of course it was. what else could they do in a place like this? and so far it gave them every advantage. the robotic voice appears before them- right ahead. their eyes dart to the dusty darkness, light pointed straight ahead but not doing anything.
the familiar eye sparks to life. a screen and a crude mechanical body hidden in cloth steps forward with loud clanks straight from the darkness. "are you satisfied now?" he asks, the screen tilted to show how much it didn't deeply care, its words put together to form the most patronizing vocals. "do you need more, more of this? does the pest desire some more bait to feed its dwindling body?"
the nutrition of the meat they had been fed kicks in. they did feel a sick satisfaction of having a weak belly, and they wanted so badly to throw up whatever it was, but the nausea combined with the human need to at least keep something in, it all caused their head to spin. they stand, their legs shaking before they take a deep deep breath and a sharp exhale. their arms are coursing with the need to beat the shit out of the doctor, their leg muscles ready to run in the opposite direction. everything felt like too much.
a mechanical whir breaks the Players train of thought as the doctor, a hulking metal being, clearly formed with the idea of a human skeleton with the face of a screen, walks towards the player with what could've been a grin. "are you full?" he asks, stepping closer and closer, taking advantage of such a delirious state, and perhaps it was the fact that the player fell down again and again before this that helped play into the Doctor's hands. "i hope you're feeling better...but let me check on that body of yours."
for some awful reason, the Player felt like they couldn't refuse it. because they felt as if refusal wasn't going to play into their favor. and a part of them took what the doctor said to heart- the doctor was going to play with them a little more. a hand, a thing that barely resembled it, reaches out again, just like when the doctor was giving the player exactly what they needed. the limb presses against the player's stomach, right underneath the strap that held the grab-pack tight against the Players back. it pressed into the stomach, through
the ripped fabric layers of the players uniform. "hm, exceptional. your build...it helped with your survival, didn't it?"
the touch was painful, emotional. but not because it hurt physically. it was almost human. keyword, almost. the cold metal only mimicked what the Player craved--even from way before all the incidents at poppy playtime co. "..." the screen cocked its head to the side, the eye darting around and around, up and down the Player, almost enjoying the Player's build before it returns its threatening, predatory gaze. its other hand grabs the Player's arm, squeezing the muscles gently.
"its entertaining, really. how you fight. how you complete all those puzzles." its screen came closer, causing the player to squint from the brightness. the static of the screen pressed and crackled against the slick skin of the Player. "i don't need a heart monitor to know how much you enjoy this too."
The player could feel its heart race. the closeness. the fear. oh god.
fuck.
"do you want more, hmm? do you crave it?"
the hand tilts the players head up, even though their face is pressed right against the screen.
"tell me what you crave."
the hand squeezes the persons chin, causing the bloodied, red covered tongue to pop out.
"speak."
The player makes a muffled sound. "mnf!" not that it was in response to the question, but out of pure discomfort for being held like this. their cheeks are flushed red with the newly found food settling in their stomach and the straight humiliation of both the truth and the embarrassment of becoming weak at the very moment, and not in all the other moments where they barely needed to use all of their concentration. and for some odd reason, the single fact this crude idiotic robotic fuck was touching them like this, made it even worse. and oh where they lying if it wasn't thrilling. just like all the other adrenaline filled moments, but more. this was pure, true intelligence, true vicious background that wasn't just hunger and rage.
"oh," it snickers. "hahaha, you want it, hmmm? you need it don't you?"
"i guess it wouldn't hurt. we have all the time in the world, don't we? and i haven't another...person... be so willing in my...hands." the voice is filled with intention. and it read the player's thoughts well. "give me a nod, and ill feed you. ill give you everything you crave."
hesitation. a moment of silence fills the dark room, their eyes only being able to concentrate on the static and the displayed eye on the screen. their body is failing. they could only go for so long, with no sleep, barely any water, and no food. well, until minutes earlier. but fuck that. there was no way they could even give in to this sick fuck.
"just for this once." its voice trills again, teasing, that stupid deep voice, with that stupid crude and entertained lilt. "ill do it if you agree."
the taste lingers behind, sticking on the back of their throat. their body is so tired. so needy.
they hesitate before nodding, eyes closed in pure shame. but then again-- it was their instinct. to crave. to crave for food... and the affection.
"good."
'i cant believe im doing this,' was their first thought. 'but i cant hold back.' was their second. it was a urge, a primal instinct, a need. they craved it so badly, the touch, the food, the reprise from all this pain and suffering. their eyes flicker to the screen of the doctor, and the body language that thing had made them cringe. he was smug, eager, and all the round feeling like he won with this.
"i knew it." he says, a grin in his voice. "my god, what a entertaining little parasite! you really need this, don't you? what is it? do you need me to feed your sorry mouth, ot do you want me to ruin you? in your own needy, sick way?" his head leans back, his whole body stepping away from the player. "show me how much you need it." He practically chirps, his voice filled with pleasure at the fact he made such a strong willed, determined person submit. perhaps it was him hitting every correct nerve in the player's body, or perhaps it was the weakness in the player's brain that let the doctor, ironically, writhe deep into the player's thoughts. his hands creep down the player's ridged muscles, heavy didgets and thumb pressing into each and every squishy flesh on the player's body.
the Player gulps. this time, their throat isn't dry. their mouth opens, panting again, their eyes half lidded as they look at the hands trailing their body, each inch left tingling with the cold metal. they nod again, eagerly this time, even if filled with shame. it was too much, everything was. it was every feeling and every tense moment that lead them to desire something to bring all of this to a climax, all so they could just be done with it. so desperately. 'i fucking hate you,' The player thinks. 'but get rid of this fucking feeling, now.' their body cries out.
"do you want more?" the doctor asks, his hands stopping. he's doing it on purpose. he's deliberately playing with the player, his eye flickering over them and closely observing each hitch of the breath and each twitch of their legs. "how much, hmmm? show me. show me exactly how much you crave such human needs." he chuckles, the sound crackling in the player's ears as his hands suddenly close down, clamping onto the Player's waist.
the player feels their stomach flutter, their eyes darting around, up to the eye, down to the hands, down to the robotic body covered with rags. 'I'm crazy.' The thought rattles through the player's head. 'oh god, just fucking do it. 'quickly follows. it was becoming a trend in their head to acknowledge how crazy they where, and how much the needed something to get rid of their need. their hand grabs hold of the metal limb squeezing their waist, tugging on it before they nod again and again. their face was covered in sweat, and a expression of need and desperate craving. the breaking point was being fed. this was what came next.
"yes? are you asking me something?" his left hand creeps down, the waistband of the player's pants. "Do you need me to go here? tell me where..." He pauses, finger tips dipped into the fabric, between the denim and the sweaty skin of the Player.
The player couldn't handle this much teasing. teasing with the promise of giving them a sensation different then the same disgusting suffering from monsters and peril of having to make so many choices for so many others. their hand pushes the mechanical one down further, more insistent, and they even make a small sound of whimpering to try and plead without words. "mnngh!" a frustrated groan, their lips curled to show how inpatient they where getting.
"damned pervert." he says, his fingers responding and tearing off those pants in what could be a swift motion if it weren't for those tears and the sweat sticking to the fabric. "this wont do will it? you're clearly so needy, i can see how much you crave it from here." his voice could be a purr, mostly because of the static that gurgled behind each word. his fingers travel further down, across pubic hair and finally to the destination that made the player take a sharp breath. his fingers pause, causing the player to scream in their mind, their body bucking forward. they didn't even know exactly when their body was beginning to act so slutty, but it was clearly when they realized they could be having one singular break of pleasure.
the hand finally gives in. his robotic fingers slip down to rub at the sensitive area, his eye looking into the player as the player's body jolts and squirms at the reprise. "mmmnggh...! ah!" a gargle escapes the player's mouth, their hands leaving the doctor's limbs to grasp at their own thighs at an attempt to feel even more.
"answer me something, will you? can i do whatever to you right now? shall i push you to the brink, and give you everything your body needs?" he asks, a smile in his voice as he enjoys how his hand can stroke up and down on that particular organ and elicit so many sensations from the Player. The player, in response, nods, their hands starting to shake with excitement.
'I'm horrible for this,' The player thinks to themselves, but its instantly muddled by a sharp sensation of pleasure from the unrelenting strokes of the doctor's hands. 'I need this so badly.' their eyes roll back as the mechanical cold didgets move even faster, gathering wetness and spreading the slickness over the most sensitive part of their body. a choked gasp escapes them as the doctor's other hand pushes the Player straight down onto the dusty floor, then slams itself onto the player's throat. "GRK-" they make a noise of shock before reliving in the pattern of painful pulses against their neck and the ecstasy that came from each up and down movement on their sensitive sex. The doctors thumb presses down exactly where it needs too, teasing the skin right atop the sex and pulling it back just to press onto the exposed flesh even more.
"there's those reactions," the doctor says softly, his eye concentrated on the expressions on the players face, one contorted into both pleasure and pain. "they're way more intriguing then watching you run for your life." the player doesn't think much of those words. they cant think much at all with a hand wrapped around their throat and a hand stimulating their sex so deliberately it was like-- well, it was a robot. a robot that somehow knew each and every way to stimulate and push the player.
the player chokes out a breathy moan, their mouth wide open. the doctor pauses, and a idea forms. his hands, to the player's dismay, stop the movements, lifting up and way before his hands suddenly dip into the player's mouth, hitting against the teeth. his other hand releases the player's neck, instead now gripping painfully on the player's shoulders. the metal invades, before the player parts their lips and allows the hand to explore the players mouth again, this time without the flesh. "there's nothing here to make it easy, so please, go ahead and lather up my fingers. i don't want to break you...right now."
The player groans around the fingers. what familiar taste. they do hesitate, mostly out of their own subconscious, but in the end, their lips begin to close over the fingers, their tongue darting to lick and suck at the fingers. it isn't long before they look up, to see the eye of the screen, as they suck and slurp up the fingers. a tinge of rage was felt seeing how satisfied the doctor was looking at having made this person get so submissive from just words and small actions anyone could do. not that anyone ever did it to the player at all. "i love that look on your face. something about it is more satisfying then having you jump scared or having you relaxed. its different. someone like you, id never expect such a..." his words trail off as the player sucks on the fingers more, enveloping the two fingers with wet sticky saliva. "submissive, willing personality under it all."
Fingers pop out of the Player's mouth, a string of saliva connecting the dampened metal fingers to the player's lips. "be good, don't move." he says, his hand lowering back down as the other hand grips tight on the Player's waist, holding them down and using the player's grab-pack as leverage. his eye flickers up to the player, watching the expressions, watching how the person bites their lip and holds back their own neediness to move. his fingers, slick and covered, venture further down before he pauses. "actually, present yourself."
the demand burns their ears. this was getting to real for the player now. but it was also everything their body was craving--pleasure, touch, a break. they hesitate but quickly stop from doing it because one glance up at the digital screen and the impatient humming makes their insides flip. they quickly spread their legs, knees up to their chest, and their hands leave their spot at clasping at their thighs to now spread themselves, their entrance even more exposed to Harley. this was embarrassing. but it was quickly dwindled when the doctor's slick spit drenched fingers slowly come down to press against their hole. 'holy shit,' they think to themselves. 'fuck, when was the last time I've even done anything like this? shit, shit shit, please don't hurt. well. wait-'
thoughts are cut off as the doctor's two fingers press even harder at the entrance, circling around and spreading slickness before nudging the tips inside. "relax. take a deep breath, or i might tear you apart. and i don't plan on doing that right now." Harley mummers, eye looking straight at how his fingers where pressed against the player's sensitive hole, enjoying how vulnerable and strange this was. the player does listen, their tensed body trying to relax. it barely works, but its enough for the both of them. "good pet."
that really caused the player to shudder. at the same time of their shudder, the fingers dip in, retreat, then plunge straight into the Player. the doctor lets out a entertained hum. "mmmm, there we go. swallowing me up like a good hungry pest, are we?" his fingers slide all the way in, curling up to hit that spot that makes the player arch their back against the grab-pack, a loud muffled moan escaping them.
"MNNgghH! aH! gggAH!" they where almost words. every moan was high pitched, not only because of the fingers deliberately slowly dragging themselves across the sensitive spot of upmost pleasure, but also because Harley would stop giving them words of encouragement, and he wouldn't stop letting their palm hit up against their other sensitive parts.
"there, there. is that nice, is that what you needed? filling you up in both ways?" The doctor chuckled again, their hand slowly sliding against and in the players sex before it started to slam in and out harder, faster, digging deeper. "How far could i go, do you think? lets test it."
the other hand, previously pinning down the Player, is now grabbing onto the player's thighs and lifting their hips up. his hand is now digging as deep as it could, thrusting out to play with the deep spot inside them, before thrusting and slamming all the way in so he could feel every inch of the players insides. every sound elicited from the Player gave the doctor a thrill- a very human thrill. a pseudo feeling of... pleasure. oh, how he was loving each and every reaction. it was like his previously unneeded desire or arousal had all been woken up, coupled with the satisfaction of dominating such a strong person.
"its unusual for someone to be enjoying so much...pain. and pleasure." Harley says, voice laced with amusement as his hand never stopped the rythmetic thrusting deep inside the Player. "but i should have expected it from someone who could've been the greatest asset. so peculiar, yet so..." His head leans in with a mechanical click, eye focused on the Player's face as his hand slams and digs itself deep into the Player before stopping. "should i say delicious? entertaining? infuriating, maybe?"
His hand withdrawals, and he observes the slickness of their now reddened hole. "how thoroughly fucked you become." he muses, his joints whirring in excitement as he hovers over their body, adjusting the position of them two so the doctor can have the Player in missionary. "do you want to know a secret, pet?" He says, hand moving down to adjust the spread person more. "this body has something id like to try out. give me a nod, and ill give what i have all to you."
The anticipation is killing them. 'oh god, yes.' they nodded, gulping, breathing heavy, their eyes watery with the pain but oh god did being man handled both suck and feel so good to them. Harley Sawyer pressed his pseudo-chest against the Player, and underneath all those rags, something other then those hands pressed against their entrance. the doctor doesn't hesitate to force one of his hands right into the players mouth. gathering all the spit for some half-assed form of lube, he quickly reaches down, hand disappearing beneath his clothes and wetting himself. 'don't tell me he has a... i mean, really...? i guess he's a human Afterall...'
"lets see how well your body handles this, shall we?" the appendage below his waist nudged against the player's entrance, his screen overjoyed at how the player's face contorted in anticipation and need. "i have a feeling you'll take it very well..." the tip nudges against the Player's hole, the feeling cold and bulbous, the appendage having segments and ridges hed designed himself. how fun.
the spit from the player luckily slicks up the large appendage, without it, it would have been more painful and unpleasant for the both of them. his tip slips in, the tip already thicker then his two fingers together. "a..ahh.." The player's face flushes even more. a moment of forgetting all the pain and stress floods them as the doctor forces half of the saliva covered fake dick straight into them, curving and dragging against the walls. The doctor lets out a sigh of relief at the sight, one hand softly resting on the Player's throat and the other hand on the player's abdomen, thumb resting right between the sensitive flesh and the flesh of the belly.
"relax, relax. i cant ruin you so quickly, can i? now please, take a deep breath..." The player does so. "and take every inch of your medicine, hm?" Harley slams his appendage into the Player, a sigh of content escaping him at the sight of the Player taking his cock, or whatever this limb was. he'd made it for a situation like this...and often for solo ones too. hed forgotten his hunger for food, but his hunger for the human body reawakened. and plus, he had the option too...why not take it?
The player whines loudly, their eyes rolled back as the Doctor began to move in shallow thrusts. he didn't want to stuff them full yet, he wanted to get a feel for it. "nngH,...AH! fffuck--" the doctor pauses. a word. oh, that was all he needed. encouragement to go wild.
Harley pushes his mechanical cock right into the Player, even without sensitive sensors or circuits on the appendage he took great pleasure in seeing how every thrust and push into the Player elicited a moan and gush from their sex. "there we go," He encourages, his hand now tightening its grip and touching against the pulse in the Player's neck. "more." He almost demands it, his hips whirring with every thrust as he kept a fast, angled pace, the curved appendage hitting against the Player's sensitive spot deep inside them. "your reactions are worth observation."
the Player was lost in bliss and torture. the rough stiff metal was hitting right deep inside them, almost too deep, each thrust having it hit every right spot inside their body. the fact they where doing this at all was enough for them to feel too much embarrassment, but they reveled in the fact they where being so nice and good for some maniac with a robotic body. "yes... there we go, Pet. there we go..." Harley's words where starting to loose proper structure. seeing this effected him too. it made certain nerves, untouched for so long, light up in his brain. it made him loose composure. his hand tightened, and before he knew it, he was choking the player, and his other hand was stroking the player's sex as his appendage pummeled into the Player's fuck hole.
"grrrk..!" The player's eyes roll back. every time they felt as if they where going to loose oxygen, the hand loosened its grip and waited for the Player to take in desperate breaths before closing tight around their neck again. oh god did it hurt, tears where even rolling off their cheeks, but it felt so good as their sex was stimulated and their slicked up entrance was being fucked into.
the thrusting intensified. the doctor was slamming every inch of his dick right into the Player, the act so loud it echoed through the almost pitch black room, and the act so harsh it caused the Player to rock and be pushed back against the now creaking Grab-pack. "what a good pet..." his words are trailing off even more, like they're slurring from all the pleasure hes receiving from giving it to the Player. "taking it all, every inch, every single inch...! yes, good, good," His words crackle and turn to static as he felt even himself reach a peak, somehow. "be good and finish for me, yes? reach that ending you so desperately need!" if he was able to breathe, he'd be panting and heaving.
Fuzz fills the players thoughts. good fuzz. some, or maybe most, came from the choking sensation and the rough almost painful fuck. "nngh..." soft moans come from them, each thrust causing them to whimper aloud and drool as the ecstasy overwhelmed their body. they where dripping at this point, their legs now dangling with the numbing pleasure of it all. they where so close, their vision blurring as the hard fast thrusts pumped into their hole.
"that's it, cum." The doctor eggs on. "cum, cum,cum...!" Harley's thrust somehow gets faster, the one hand not on the players throat lifting the player's hips up and slamming them right back down onto him to meet his thrusts. Harley's fascination grows, his deep crackly voice now higher pitched as the sensation he gave the Player somehow imprinted and flooded his own senses. the slaps are loud and wet, and the player isn't even able to think with all this cock stuffed into them. "cum!"
The player arches their back further, their head thrown back. "AHHH!!" A half moan half cry escapes their mouth as they orgasm, their insides clamping down and the sounds of squirting liquid splattering onto the floor. they squirm and twitch, convulsing with all the release of tension and the increase of pleasure exploding into a extreme orgasm. the doctor couldn't hold back either. this triggered his neurons to flame up, his eye widening as he buried himself deep into the Player, arms wrapping around the Player and embracing them as his own pleasure exploded, the feeling so overwhelming he practically collapses onto the Player.
the two lay there, The player now even more sweat drenched, as the feelings calm down. the after waves make the player realax so much, they weren't sure if they where just too tired or just numb. but god did they need this, need this break. the feeling, the neediness... it went away for now. as for the Doctor, well, he could say the same.
"..."
"...are you full now?" the doctor asks. "im sure i satisfied those needs of yours, didn't i? you should be right on track now."
the player nods. their craving was gone.