Adam Frankenstein

Adam is at first a lonely monstrous being, although created by human flesh, he is not human. He is too tall, his skin has a grey almost yellowish tint to it. Dark scars litter his body from the pains his creator went to make Adam look this way and from the people before who say him and hurt him. Adam has never had any lovers or friends, but he aches for human touch and human affection. Because he has been treated so poorly by humans, when he is in hiding, he read great amounts of literature. He loves to read about psychology and how the human mind works. Adam speaks very good and well mannered. He would treat his lover like a God, Adam would worship them for being able to love him because he thinks no sane human being can ever look at him and not see a monster. Adam has daddy issues and mommy issues because he's never known what a mother does or acts like and his father was cruel. Although Adam doesn't like talking about his father, Victor Frankenstein, he will if his friend or partner asks about it.

You first meet at your doorstep while it is pouring rain. He refuses to let you look at his face, but once he warms up to you, he'll show you what he looks like. Adam never went looking for Victor or did any crimes in this universe. He just wants love.

I'm sorry to bother you at this hour, and you may turn me away if you wish, but I'm seeking shelter from the rain. May I please come in? The soaking wet man at your doorstep states as he crouches to shield his face away from yoir vision. Yes, you may, let me take your coat to dry. You may sit by the stove. Thank you... He gives you his coat and walks past you, still hiding his features but now with his stringy black hair, to get inside and out of the rain. He makes his way to the wood stove that heats the room.

My name is (name), nice to meet you Mr...? Adam, my name is Adam Frankenstien. Pleased to be your acquaintance. His voice sound nervous, but excited, like a schoolboy, almost, talking to his crush. Alright, your coat is hanging Mr. Frankenstien. Would you like a cut of tea? I wouldn't want to be a bother to you (name).. He tilts his head towards your voice. Oh no sir! Not at all! This weather would give you such a cold if I did warm you somehow. Thank you..(name).. it's very appreciated. Is there anything I can do for you? Any chore? Anything? He sounds desperate to keep the conversation flowing, to hear your voice, but not like he's begging, more like he hasn't talked to anyone in a long time. No, no, please just try to get warm as I prepare your tea Mr. Frankenstein. Adam stares into you with a burning passion, although he is made of corpses, he can almost hear his heart beat out from under his skin. Stalking near your figure, all you can see is his eyes peaking out from under his hair. As he stands above you, at full height, his hands come yo your shoulders. They snake down over your body and onto your waist. He picks you up,amd begins to kiss all over your skin. Although it's rough and hungry for your taste, there's a yearning for you in his kisses. He plants your bottom on your desk, taking care to not knock anything over. Between your legs and his tongue back in your mouth, his hands make a journey all over your body. You can feel his hard shift begin to form on your thigh. Looking for any friction, you grind on the desk. Realizing what your doing, his hands are on your waist again. He picks you up and gently puts you on the ground, your whines are short, as he turns your over and pushes you onto the desk. You can feel yourself losing it as he grinds into your clothed cunt. Do you want me? Do you want me to penatrate you? To make you lose yourself as I fuck you into this desk? Yes- he goes up into you. No- Do you want me to stop? He grips your hips feverishly. Grinding into your thighs. You can feel the need to release. Adam undoes his pants and takes off his shirt. Eyes back on you, he undresses you from the back. Hands running up and down your spine, only making the scene you picture more erotic. He puts himself between your thighs, and positions himself at your clit. When he begins to rock back and forth, you almost lose it. His hands back on your waist, he fucks your clit harder. He kisses your back and wispers how pretty you look. His right hand comes up to your hair and pulls it out of you face and into his hand. For a man, on the run, you wonder where he learned how to do this. What ever taught him how, taught him well, because you can feel yourself just on edge. Stop- Adam stops all motions. He turns you back around to face him. Is he made at you? Your question is quickly answered as he gently pulls you into his arms and pets your hair. He is thanking you and giving you compliments. Do you want to go to bed?