For FoudreWraith. I hope I did a good job with it! To everyone else, warning, non human lemon (with some small quality of life edits) ahead XD
"Interesting...'' Muses a soft, robotic voice as its host eyes the object in front of him. "Let me note this.''
Viktor leads his pen back to the notebook in front of him, the sound of whirring and buzzing having long become white noise. It's noon, but he wouldn't know that. The perfect lighting in his small lab is all he's seen for the last thirty hours and change. Two thickly filled notebooks lay stacked on the table near him.
"Hm...yes, just a few more adjustments.''
With that, he lowers his pen to the desk and raises a now piping hot tool to his grasp. It hisses as it connects with the cold metal that is his right hand. He tilts his head, contemplating the angle at which he'll next begin working on the project before him.
"Eh...hm...where do I start this time?''
Viktor gently taps the tool against his palm before leaning forward, his question answered rather quickly after just a few moments of thought. Time passed again, very slowly, as he used the heated piece of machinery to burn his recently finished augmentation shut. When he was finished, his third arm would be even more perfect.
Viktor sat back in his chair, a sigh of relief leaving him as he did so. It had officially been over forty hours. Despite this, tiredness was not upon him. It was satisfaction with his work that led him to take a break. Four books had been filled, and the hand attached to his upper left shoulder had officially been upgraded perfectly. As of now, it would be able to more efficiently act in coordination with what his brain wants most instead of relying so heavily on spoken command. It would act on whatever is needed most in any given situation, just in case he isn't able to say what he needs. It would, going forward, act as an extension of himself despite being its own entity. Its artificial intelligence would hopefully be less bothersome and work more for him as his right and left hands do.
It was always pleasing, for the most part, to be left to his thoughts. As usual, he would sit there and think until he felt compelled to either continue or test his new upgrades. Perhaps he would test the lasers on his own personal hard rock, the closest thing he had to mimic the material in Jayce's hammer.
"Jayce.'' He thought bitterly, his head tipping back and his left hand curling into a fist.
The name itself as it appeared in his head was enough to genuinely irritate him. Each time he thought of it; each time he saw that Piltovian he'd remember the day his creations were destroyed. It'd been a fluke, of course. Jayce had only managed to destroy them all in a very desperate strike. That fact, however, infuriated Viktor even more.
"Damn him.'' He said aloud. ''One day I will rip that pathetic hammer of yours to pieces. I'll rip you to pieces and I'll show everyone how much of a hero you aren't.''
The thought earned him a small shudder. Being able to release all of his spite on the one responsible for how much trouble he'd been caused made his pants outright tighten. Yet another sigh left him as he dropped his cheek to his palm. Perfection? He would never have it until he was fully enhanced; until all of his humanity was gone. Despite his power and lack of ability to feel tiredness, fear, or pain, there were still two annoyingly human emotions he couldn't seem to rid himself of. One of which was spite towards the one who'd destroyed months of his work. The other...
"Ahh...it's been too long, hasn't it?'' He asked to the darkened room around him.
His member seemed to answer by giving an eager throb against his pants. A 'tch' of irritation left him as his eyes slipped shut. While opting to ignore his still human parts, he felt his nonhuman one moving. One eye opened and he raised his head, a very faint, very momentary surprise filling him at the sight before him.
"Stop that.'' He commanded firmly, the newly upgraded hand pulling down his zipper as he did so. He repeated himself after a moment, his eyebrow twitching in irritated disbelief as the hand skillfully opened his pants.
''What do you think you are-'' He froze, opting for that than to release the gasp that had nearly cut his sentence short.
The hand continued, its cold yet smooth palm gripping him with an appealing gentleness. He sighed, more confused than irritated. Was the human side of him in this aspect truly that deep in suppressed desire?
"That is...not what I programmed you for.'' Viktor drawled as his hardness was softly stroked. His voice came out a tad softer than usual. After a short moment, he drew another breath in.
"Whatever...'' He said, his voice a mixture of dismissal and acceptance. "Do as you wish...I will not enjoy this.''
Despite his words, however, the piece of him still human throbbed with pleasured excitement, and it wasn't long before he felt overwhelmingly compelled to lean his head back again. Damn this human side of him, and damn this hand for indulging it. Why on earth couldn't he rid himself of such desires? He could go days without sleep...but not a few months without physical pleasure? It was madness. Madness he wanted to rid himself of. Despite this, it was annoyingly clear the only way he would be 'rid' of these desires would be to relieve them. His artificial intelligence had known it too. Even while facing annoyance with that fact, his left hand clenched in pleasure and he inhaled almost sharply as the hand tightened. It seemed to be making sure his wandering thoughts hadn't done much to distract him from what was happening. Viktor's breathing begins, despite his best efforts, to speed up. He wants to refuse enjoying this; this shameful act of human desire. His member throbs again, a line of precum shooting out as it does so. He tucks his lips firmly in at the sensation. Eventually, he groans softly, a confession to his craving for more slipping out with it.
"Faster...''
He was obliged instantly, the hand speeding up to a pace that relieved that craving for an even firmer touch. He hated what he was allowing to happen, and even more so he hated that it felt so good. He pictured a future in which he would never need pleasures such as this; a future full of naught but metal and efficiency. A future where Jayce was exposed for the false hero he is. One where all of his pent-up feelings of anger and spite were released slowly and methodically to the one who's caused them. He pictured the face Jayce might have, or the obscenities he'd yell as his 'indestructible' hammer was shattered in front of him. How inferior Jayce would feel and be. How he would strip the 'hero' of everything. Pride, power, and position. It was a delicious thought; one that's effect on his body caused a moan to slip from his mouth. That was bad. He hadn't intended to grow more aroused.
Viktor gasped, the hand moving in ways that felt too good to deny. It was as if he were doing it himself except his changes in preference from moment to moment were satisfied seconds before they came to the surface. It was madness. He'd fallen in too deep and somehow hadn't yet realized it. He was so caught up in the feeling that the hand began to effortlessly pleasure him based on the dopamine trails it received while it worked. It took all of him to not sit there squirming and moaning like some boy having his first-ever session. His breathing, try as he may to keep it steady, quickly turned into consistently soft pants with the occasional low moan.
'I'm...getting close...'
His heart pounds at the thought, a rare occurrence for him. He's excited beyond all measure and ready to finally rid himself of the bothersome feeling. For relief, not pleasure. He wants relief...and it's agonizingly close to being upon him. As if in response to his thoughts, the hand suddenly and abruptly stops moving. Just as he opens his eyes to see why, the hand grips him firmly at the base and begins to send soft pulses of electricity up through his member. In response he began to throb uncontrollably, a gasp of pleasured shock escaping at the sudden change in stimulation. Viktor tilts his head back before instinctively spreading his legs, wanting to feel it even more. He tenses up while moaning out a sound he'd been trying to hold back, both of his actual hands clenching either side of the armrest they're resting on.
He feels powerless. Why on earth is this happening to him of all people? Why is he on the brink of- his thoughts halt as the pulses continue, shock waves traveling with measured precision up his groin, down his legs, and across his thighs. It's too much. Too breathtakingly good. He wants to cum now. He needs it in that moment more than anything else. With breath shaking in desperation, he shudders almost violently at the sensations as he tightens his grip on the armrests even more. The mechanical hand responds to his desire by producing an even stronger series of measured pulses to his helplessly throbbing member. For a moment all Viktor can do is sit there, frozen, his lips tucked in in a final effort to not voice his pleasure(even alone in the depths of his lab). Even still, the overwhelming sensations begin to take over him completely. Viktor's eyes suddenly roll completely back and he clenches the armrests even tighter as he finally goes over the edge. He can't help but moan out loud as cum begins to shoot powerfully out of him in tune with the pulses of electricity. He goes absolutely breathless as he grips either side of the chair, fully submitting to his own creation as it helps him relieve all of his built-up tension. His face isn't spared in the initial shots and he can also feel it splattering against his chest and stomach. The rest, he assumed, had covered the hand that's still gripping him. He can't do anything but sit there with his legs spread as his member shamelessly releases all it has to offer. He moans the entire time, unable to help himself, his ever-tightening grip on the chair the only thing keeping him grounded in reality. The pulses eventually begin to slow with speed and intensity as his throbs do, as if making sure not to overwhelm him. He keeps his eyes shut, the consistent moans slowing before turning into shuddering breaths as the AI massages him fully through the rest of his orgasm. For a few moments, his entire world is nothing but white. When the hand finishes gently milking him of the rest of his release, Viktor's body relaxes completely and he sighs in copious amounts of relief.
Eventually, all goes still. As the cloudy bliss of euphoria begins to fade away, the machine herald doesn't allow himself to think about how good that'd felt. After a few moments, however, he groggily raises his head to look at his lap. The mess there makes him grimace almost immediately. He hadn't expected there to be so much. The hand releases him and sits there for a moment, hovering above Viktor's member before self-cleaning and then moving to clean him up as well. As he catches his breath, he once again leans his head back, this time with his left hand finally releasing its grip on the chair to rest on his chest where he can still feel his heart pounding. He partly can't believe what just happened.
"Next time...'' He began. The hand paused and turned partly palm up as if waiting for instruction. He hadn't thought to question its sudden eagerness to listen to him. A genuinely tired sigh left the machine herald and his eyes slipped shut as he thickly and tiredly drawled, ''Eh-never mind.''