Bleeding city king verseXoropherion

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Yareli East Central Hospital was a large structure ready to serve its big city and the people in it. The gray concrete squares and rectangles making up the place for healing was a no-nonsense design, sturdy and to the point, melding into the evening sky. The parking lot was only half full, with most of the spaces in some way touched by exhaust-colored snow, with the season coming up. There was a wet, unkind cold in the air, and with the sea as its closest neighbor, New City was never far from a breeze or wind. While the lights coming off the plentiful windows and the clinical sign weren't exactly welcoming, they did the job of illuminating this official stronghold of medicine. All things considered, it was a slow night, despite personnel having been called in after a spike in activity that started to die out an hour ago.

Dr. Adam Kreisler thought he'd gotten through the worst of it. There was no telling what Yareli would throw at you, especially with all the celebrations coming up, but he couldn't imagine it'd be worse than it was earlier. But he was proven wrong when he met with his latest patient, a wee 22 year old with scratches on him, acting erratic. Here, that could mean anything, but likely, it had to do with drugs. Some tests and possibly a drip should do, but mostly the patients just chose to leave on their own once they'd come off it.

Striding through the corridors now, nose broken and the bandaging across his face to show for his troubles, the tall, brown-haired man all but kicked the door open to one of the treating rooms. Nurse McCarthy was in there taking blood pressure and calming an older woman down about her vertigo. He knew because he'd put her there. "Paige. That fucking boy is back. He's banged up and on something. I don't know what the FUCK is going on, but I know West Central got a batch of Chinese coming in, some of them DOA. I think that has something to do with it. Go to room 408." the state of Dr. Kreisler's face should well underline the severity of the situation, if not his mood. Every nurse had people who were attached to them or vice verse. It just so happened this patient had asked for her. Adam was glad to be rid of it, because he couldn't throw members of this particular syndicate out because of underhanded politics and cashflow. Everything in Yareli was dirty, despite the police department's push to clean things up. Usually Adam didn't let it get in his way. He just healed people. But tonight, after an elbow to his nasal cartilage, he had enough.

Nurse Paige did as she was told, and she would, not just because a doctor had barked it at her, but because she knew who'd be waiting. The room was standard, but the knocked-over chair and the boxes with nitrile gloves torn down from the wall as well as the trashcan overturned, would corroborate the violence already retold on Adam's face. In the middle of it, another tall male was pacing. This one in a hoodie, matted in places, and blood on his hands and jaw.

Hayano Ketsuba hadn't liked coming here, the first time he did. Was a sign of weakness, wasn't it? He could mend himself. He didn't need a fucking doctor. But that time it had been severe. There was a scar along his side to commemorate, now covered with sorely bought tattoos from the River Parlor where all the storied Ritualists worked to needle art on Yakuza that had earned it. That's when he met Paige the first time. Had to have been years ago. Something about her clamed him down. It eventually led to him coming in more often. She was good at what she did. It was obvious she cared too much, but he probably needed that. Or wanted it.

Maybe that's why he'd cut the doc with his elbow, and asked for her. Haya's mind wasn't right. He knew that. He'd done it to himself. With shipments coming in for present-buying season, there was a lot of product to be moved. A lot of money to be made. He was just a jarhead in this asphalt war, and he knew it. But he wanted more. He wanted the better booze and the expensive girls, and he needed the respect and money that'd get him that. So he'd made a move. There were a lot of skeleton crews working big deals right now, and he found one that belonged to the enemy, with big money in their crates. Had to build his legend. Had to write it on their tombstones. And show them what growing up in the child-fighting league in their back alley and warehouse tournaments felt like. He hadn't counted the men in the crew. He heard they were speaking mandarin, and that meant the higher ups would be okay with him taking their shit.

But not even one of the feral kids from the pits could take down that many triad. Not on yesterday's dumplings and a can of sprite. Not in beat up sneakers. So he borrowed an untested upper from the Korean labs, downtown. And he went in. He didn't know how he'd done it, looking at himself now maybe this didn't qualify, but somehow he'd laid them all out, some of them forever, and called it in with swollen fingers. He was vibrating out of his head and stomping skulls by the time his people arrived. Told him good job, said there was good things coming his way. But he had to stich himself up. Lay low for a while so they had time to absorb the product.

And now he was here, with his nerves on the outside of his skin and his thoughts alternating between digging his teeth into someone's throat, or curling up in the corner, or fucking something to death. She saw him when she came in, all painfully starved muscle but with vast shoulders. The youth in his flesh still pulling his skin taut to his facial bones. Knuckles raw and jeans shredded. His heart slowed when he saw her, he sat on the edge of the bed like she usually told him, and he put his fingers in his hair so it wouldn't be in his eyes when he hunched over. "I... I did it, Paige." he breathed. "I told them I'd do it. I'm one of the kings now."

Though really, all Hayano was at that moment, was a quaking mess around the same age as her daughter.

 

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Paige was used to hectic, used to holding her bladder for hours beyond the call because other people’s problems were more important, and certainly was very used to crazy. It all came with the territory and being a nurse around fourteen years had developed a skill to bear through it. Some people crushed under the burden, shrank under the responsibility, and broke under the overwhelming demands that came with the role. Then there were those like her who grew stronger, more determined, and gained the skill to overcome the odds. It was something she took pride in and while there were many sad, awful cases that lingered on her mind when treatment and all their dedication couldn’t save a patient, it was those they managed to revive back to health that made it worth it. It was the flowers and gift boxes of gratitude that she would come to work and find on her desk, the hugs of the patients as they cried and thanked her, and most importantly the smiles that kept her going.


Paige especially loved the emergency clinic because of how demanding and fast paced it was. It kept her on her toes, every case was different but there were a lot of similar cases at the same time. It both made it easy to jump in and treat like a mechanical worker, but also challenged the brain to come up with new, unique, and potentially life altering treatment. Sometimes she would see a patient and never see them again while there were a few faces that would reoccur several times. Which was the case this evening. She was currently working with another woman that Dr. Kreisler had seen and sent here, taking her blood pressure, and speaking soothingly to her when said doctor came storming into the treatment room.


Paige immediately scowled at the abrupt entry that caused their poor patient to nearly jump out of her skin. She was about to give the man a proper lashing for his behavior and for his rather unprofessional words when she saw the bandaged nose and bruising and heard who the culprit was. A sigh passed her lips as she documented her readings on the patient’s chart and hung it on the bed as she inclined her head. “Understood, doctor. Ms. Hatton is ready for your exam.” She offered the woman a warm smile and a gentle squeeze to her arm before she hurried off to room 408.


It had already been nine hours into her fourteen hour shift. Her neatly styled hair that she had done up in a slicked back bun had fallen loose a couple hours ago. The thick brunette locks were now just twisted and clipped to the back of her scalp with wavy tendrils hanging loose around her flushed, oval face. She was tired and could certainly use a snack, but duty called and she found room 408 in a bit of disarray with a rather familiar young man pacing the middle of the mess. Shaking her head in mild amusement and perhaps a little bit of fondness, because despite his reckless, abrasive, and sometimes violent nature, she somehow had felt sorry for the kid. He was only a year older than her daughter so one could say it was a bit of a motherly instinct kicking in around someone who clearly didn’t have the easiest upbringing. Considering the many times he found himself here asking for her personally said something and the fact he trusted her enough to seek her out did fill her with a sense of pride and relief that she could provide support in some fashion. And to also help her colleagues out so they didn’t have to deal with the brunt of his attitude.


“Sit,” was all Paige had to say for the young Hayano to obey and sit on the edge of the medical bed. Her hazel eyes were firm, but filled with a bit of long suffering sympathy and warmth at the sight of the kid. It was amazing this kid didn’t just fly away with how thin and drawn he looked. Pulled taut like paper thin across bones with just the barest hint of muscle to showcase that he was indeed a young man who participated in gang activities. Clicking her tongue, the nurse made quick work to pick up the chair, the gloves, and garbage can on her way over to the bed, grabbing his rather thick chart at this point to see what all had been written for today on his intake form.


As Hayano spoke, Paige quirked a brow, resting the chart on one hip as she jutted out the other with her hand resting upon it. “Oh yeah, and how did that turn out for you?” She smirked, rolling her eyes, before she set the chart aside and slid on fresh gloves as she approached him. “So should I be calling you King Ketsuba now?” She teased as she lightly grasped his chin, lifting his face up as she grabbed a thin flashlight to shine into his eyes. They were red-rimmed and the pupils were blown which she made a mental note of that as she then turned his head side to side, up and down, inspecting all the bruising and battered flesh, before grabbing his hand and turning it upside down while she placed her index and middle fingers over his wrist to feel of his pulse. It was a bit erratic.


“Is being ‘king’ worth all of this? I don’t think it’s just adrenaline from the fight that’s got you this worked up.” Paige gave him a pointed look as she pulled down her stethoscope, pressing the diaphragm to his lower, mid back and had him take a few breaths, before repeating it at the front of his torso. She picked up his chart to make her notes as she peered at him from her peripheral. “Be honest with me, darling. What drug or drugs did you take today? You need a few stitches and I’m sure IV.” She remarked as she lifted his hands again and inspected his bloody, cracked fingers, noting their swelling.


Paige pulled up a stool on wheels and a tray full of disinfectant, gauze, and tools. She rested his right hand upon her knee as she pulled her glasses out of her jacket pocket, slid them on, and began to work carefully on cleaning his fingers and checking for any kind of foreign body in the cuts. “I just don’t get it, Haya. You are a smart boy, young, so many long years ahead of you, but you throw yourself into these situations where you never know if you are coming back out on your two feet or in a body bag. The high and the rush is only worth it for such a short amount of time.” She said calmly as she cleaned, fingers gentle despite the no doubt sting and pressure of her actions.

 

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There hadn't been much in the way of care for Hayano. Not by his mother, whose face he remember partially from kissing it better, but also on the few times he walked in to her marital bedroom because of morbid curiosity and concern at her screams, and she looked back at him, gaping and hyperventilating, beaten up and with his father balls deep. He hadn't figured out that expression until recently. There was a lot of coming of age early, on the moonlit streets of Yareli. He remember smirking when he recognized that face on one of his usual girls. Strangely, he hadn't minded becoming his father in that aspect. Hayano wouldn't end up the same as that man, though. That was a significant fight he won, and the first time Paige had helped him out. He had been bad off, and she smelled good.

Looking at her now, coming in through the door, grounded him. Initially he'd jumped, set to pounce, but he recognized the short woman with the dark hair. Made him look at the mess on the floor in a new light, because it was her mess now. He didn't help, though. He watched as his skin crawled with anxious energy as she came closer while tidying up. At least he sat when she told him to. He grinned through his settling mania when she chastised him. He didn't get defensive with her. She honestly cared. He likes the way she talked. Didn't call her on not knowing shit about the world he lived in. He liked the shape of her face. It made it easier that she was pretty for a mom-age woman. Made him want to curl up against her and suck her tits. If he was making some maternal connection he hadn't thought about it much. Hayano had to be cerebral. That's how he kept the enemy's faces under his fists. Something shifted from boy to man when she put her gloves on, that always happened. Sure, he thought about fucking her, but that's not what she was for, right? Besides, he was never in a state to. Maybe it was out of some kind of affection that he skipped most of those impulses with her. And he usually had to go real quick again when he was here. Didn't really think about her and this place until he bled.

Worth it? He grinned with a latent, mischievous threat. Though, on the beat-up face and from the bloodied youngster, it may look as dangerous as he could be. The Koreans certainly had thought so. She sat close. He liked the way she wore her scrubs and how she rested things on her hip. Like he wasn't already painfully aware through his frantic mind that she was a woman. King Ketsuba. "Has a nice ring doesn't it?" He answered dryly. How would that title sound out of her lips when she was under him, cumming her nurse-education out of her brains? He tried to think of other things, like how someone had just wheezed their last breath on his forearm when he collapsed their trachea. It brought him a bit of peace as she shone that light into his damned skull. His other eye stared at her. He liked her hair this way. Fuck did she smell good tonight. A bit if sweat from working long. Ah, there were those images of what she might look naked again, going through his head. The eye turned down to the neckline of her work blouse, and what it could tell him of her rack. He didn't realize she was in the perfect position to see it.

She didn't have to tell him to take off the hoodie when she readied her stethoscope. It ruffled his hair on its way off. She'd seen some of the tattoos before. Some were fresh, though. He'd been moving up lately. And the ones he'd get tonight would make him matter. There were long muscle underneath the skin. This close, he was reminded of how much he towered over her. The stethoscope was usually cold, but tonight he barely felt it.

"Took some courage before I went in." He confessed. That's what they called it when they handed it to him. "It did the job." He told her. He could be honest with Paige. Though he tried not to mention he wondered how she groomed her pussy, and if her husband fucked her well on her days off. Shit. The drugs were doing a number on him. In her mind she was screaming as her pussy was destroyed by his cock. Bet Paige had a good voice.

He woke from the vivid, induced daydream, when she guided his hand to her knee. He squeezed dumbly to try her texture. His thumb found the groove on the side of the cap. There was a resurgence of energy in him when she started on the other hand. She smelled even better when her work musk mixed up with the medical alcohol and his rehydrated blood. He squeezed her knee and a little higher, toward the softness of her thigh, to brace himself from the thoughts. That's not what Paige was for. But the anger that came with the Courage he'd taken was also annoyed with her for pretending this wasn't a big deal. Maybe it could be what she was for.

"Short highs are pretty good, though, nurse McCarthy." His voice was 6 feet deep, despite his youth. At least the hand she was fixing stayed still. His pulse was coming in quicker though. "Maybe that's why you're ER and not ped. Bet you're an adrenaline junkie too." It wasn't out of the ordinary for him, they could joke around. But his time was different. He looked at her different.

He pulled his hand back, in whatever state it was, so he could press the ball of his palm against one red eye for comfort as the blaring surge of aggression and everything primal throbbed through his skull. He breathed faster and barely noticed as his other hand crawled higher on the I side of her leg. And he definitely didn't notice his cock lifting his broken jeans until it was painfully straining against the restraint. His muscles tensed up. There was death and carnage and Paige's tits on his mind.

His teeth were grinding and he was all but mashing his eyeball into his brain, shaking. "Maybe I gotta go." He said with foam at one corner of his mouth. "Yeah. I think imma kill something if I can't get some release." The new but battered body in front of the nurse was drawn tight in it's sinew and ink designs, and rearing to stand up. The bulge, it's height and length, betrayed a monster that contradicted the Athletic skinny build of the rest of his body.

 

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“It may have a nice ring to it, but it’ll be a short lived rule with the pace that you are going.” Paige tutted with her tongue and while she did not know in detail the kind of work Hayano did, she could only assume from the manic ways he often came into the ER and in such a state, that it was unsavory work. In the end, it wasn’t her place to cast judgment or condemnation (as long as the guy wasn’t some low of the lowest criminal scum that littered New City streets a.k.a. The pedo’s and rapists). It was only her job to provide the promised top notch care that one would come to expect in such a vast clinic. At least for the most part Hayano was agreeable, especially with her, and already removed his hoodie instinctively without any instructions. It just spoke of how often they had done this already.


The nurse looked upon the tattoos; the old and the new. It was a lot of intense work, detailed, intricate and meaningful. So far, it seemed the new tattoos were healing up as well as one could expect considering Hayano didn’t seem to have much care for his physical well-being otherwise. Tattoos were certainly a healthier escape than drugs and violence that seemed to permeate from Hayano. Perhaps Paige should have been more nervous around the young man because the amount of blood that splattered skin and fabric alike could only indicate that whoever received his violence may or may not have come out of the experience alive. Alas her pride in her work and dedication to the cause as well as the semblance of trust they had managed to build was enough for her to feel at relative ease in his company.


That trust certainly came in handy when she needed answers and she looked up from his chest and pulled the buds from her ears as she appraised him with a semi-amused and critical look. “I’d certainly say it did.” It was subtle, but working so closely with patients had strengthened her critical eye, but she could certainly tell that his condition was getting worse by the second. There were minute changes in his skin tone, the way his eyes looked, the alteration of his breathing. He may not have realized these symptoms himself directly, but she did and she could only assume whatever drug he had taken was finally starting to take effect.


With his vitals noted, Paige needed to work on cleaning the wounds and figuring out how extensive the damage was. She barely reacted when he squeezed her knee, figuring it was just an impulsive thought, a touch maybe to ground himself because it certainly seemed like he was becoming more and more out of it. Plus it wasn’t the first time nor would it be the last time that she had been randomly groped by a patient or two. At least it wasn’t any of her other assets. With the way she was bent and concentrated on her task, she wasn’t paying much mind to where his eyes were roaming. The scrub top she wore was a v-neck and considering she did have an ample size D bust (thanks to having a child and current pregnancy hormones playing their part), it wouldn’t be hard for him to sneak a peak.


His hand was sliding up a fraction to her thigh as he mentioned her being an adrenaline junkie, causing her to chuckle some as she softly took his roaming hand and put it back on her knee without comment. It was like a silent reprimand without harsh scolding as she mused over his words. “You might actually have a point there, darling. I do thrive when this place is a buzzing beehive of activity. After all, I wouldn’t get lucky to meet interesting individuals like yourself, right?” Her eyes twinkled a little as she inspected her work. Each digit had been lightly wrapped with gauze and bandage with a salve on each wound to promote healing. It was simple, but it would work.


Paige rubbed her lower back as she sat up straight again. Between her physically demanding job and her current four month pregnancy, her lower spine was screaming at her. As long as her sciatica nerve didn’t act up she was good. When she noticed him pressing his palm against his eye and rubbing, she frowned at how hard he was rubbing his eye and how he began to tremble. She immediately rose to her feet and gently took his wrist as he spoke of leaving. “No, I don’t think you should. And none of that talk, we’ll get you right again just give me a few seconds to get a catheter in and get you hooked up to IV. Whatever you took earlier seems to be affecting you strongly.”


The bulge in his jeans was evident to her, but she didn’t want to embarrass the poor guy by speaking of it. Things like that happened. It could be related to the drugs he took, the adrenaline he still felt pumping through his system, and being overwhelmed by just what he had supposedly accomplished. While Paige wasn’t aware of just how true her thought process was, she knew hormones could be in play as Hayano was a young man and alone with a woman. The peak of the high and her own pheromones could certainly be causing these sudden intense symptoms. Pressing the back of her wrist to his forehead confirmed that his temperature was certainly rising. He felt hot and a little clammy to the touch and she pursed her lips as she convinced him to lay down.


“We’ll get you on some nice antibiotics and something for pain. I’ll need to draw some blood to run some tests and perhaps the doctor shall add something for detoxing.” Paige explained as she began pulling out all of the necessary items; two tubes, syringes, catheter, tape. She grabbed his arm and put the tourniquet on behind his elbow before cleaning the junction with an alcohol wipe. Her face was pinched in concentration as she pushed her glasses up onto the top of her head and glanced at his face. “This should be nothing to you, darling. If you can come out of that fight with your head held high, then you surely aren’t going to feel this.” Paige mused as she tapped around with her thumb to get the vein she needed to become visible. It was a nice thick vein too and she pursed her lips while she carefully and as gently as she could slide the needle beneath the skin. Deft fingers worked to draw the blood out into the syringe swiftly without causing much discomfort and then she pulled away, stanching the blood flow with a folded square of gauze and taping it over. The blood was transferred to the tubes and then she was onto the next step.


Once more she grabbed his hand and cleaned the top of it, stroking over the thin flesh and testing the veins. Despite the battering of his fingers, the top of his hands weren’t too badly bruised up that she couldn’t work on putting a catheter in. “I know this is aggravating, but hopefully you’ll be all set to go in a few hours once the drugs wear off.” She assured as she slipped the catheter in and taped it all in place. She then set his hand gently down on the bed and reached out to pat him on the knee, as a mother would as she smiled. “You okay? Not feeling faint or anything right? Are you all ready for me to go get the doctor?” She inquired as she began cleaning up her station, tossing the items into the appropriate areas to pass the time.

 

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He liked to spare her the details, partially because he liked the image she had of him. Too often medical personnel had a bone to pick with what he did. There was a hospital near by that wouldn't be all too happy with what business he'd sent their way, and well, nurses and doctors were people with families too. New City had a way to compromise the people you love through people like Hayano. And Paige's caring questions could be dangerous, if she knew too much. There was also a closed lip mentality around the group Hayano worked under. He tsk'ed at her comment. Short lived rules was the only thing he could hope for. It'd be better than he started out with. His tattoos were his badges, every drop of ink deserved. As well as the blood he currently wore. Paige didn't balk at it. It either made her brave or stupid. With those glasses on her nose, apart from conjuring a lot of sexual stereotypes about horny academics, suggested she was not stupid at least. But she'd lived a soft life.

And maybe those glasses and the hazel eyes behind them saw more than he wanted. It wasn't like when the cops looked. His mother certainly hadn't looked at him that way, like she worried about what would happen next. Paige worries for him, not herself. He frowned like petulant sons do, but he couldn't hide it. He was getting antsy. Every fiber of him had little legs and they wanted to walk away, tear him apart into his smallest pieces. Massaging her knee and thigh, and looking down her cleavage, he was both relying on the distraction and trying not to think too much of it. He really wanted to get his cock between those mounds, though. For a moment he just clearly stared. A frustrated huff came out of his nose when she corrected his hand. He had made a few jokes to this nature before, but never done anything physical. So she never had to stop him before. This felt a bit like rejection. Or maybe it was the foreign chemicals making body-native signal-substances that were melting his brain and with it, his inhibitions and whatever restraint he usually afforded Nurse McCarthy. Didn't help much that she agreed with his little adrenaline junkie joke. In his world, everyone liked excitement. He found that he should like to introduce Paige to some.

How would that look? He'd never even fucked a woman this pregnant before. Bet she looked great naked. He groaned against the intrusive images. He didn't mind the visceral nature of them, but he didn't need them now when he was just going to get patched up so he could lay low some other place. Maybe get a downer or something. He got cagey when she made him lie down, but it was all he could do not to swat at her. Either he went off, or he had to chain his impulses down. Paige had bought herself enough leeway with him that he wasn't going to mess her up just because she was being annoying as fuck. Once or twice they'd not seen eye-to-eye, and they'd still gotten out of it alright, and he'd healed up nicely. Whatever he'd taken had been good for beating the living crap out of the Koreans, but it was costing him now. It must have been a shit batch. Saying it was affecting him strongly had to be the medical equivalent of understatement of the year. "No shit." he hissed as remained on his back. His cock hurt. He wasn't amused with her motherly charm anymore. But he liked when she doted on him. He always did.

The things she hooked up to him somehow calmed him a bit. He had a good relationship with needles and things injected into his body. Didn't bother him. But it kind of made him have to be still, which he couldn't take. His hand shook a bit once she'd put the catheter in and he tried to remember all the times she'd stitched him up real good. But in a twitch as she was touching him, he pulled at the IV stand and toppled it. The loud sound had him sit up. "Fuck this." he said, and in the last of his respect for her, he grabbed her harshly by her shoulders and sat her down on the bed as he twisted to get up. He groaned when her breasts jiggled upon impact.

Despite her recent bodily developments, Paige was still a small woman. Hayano looked down at her. His eyes were the kind of brown that rusted up and glowed red in some lights. The hollowing out of his features as he tried to make sense of the whitewater rapids in his blood and the deathly murmurs in his head had been the last thing his new Korean friends had seen before they ended up at East Central. Damn it, did she smell good. Like he just wanted to get his face between her legs and inhale her pussy. The angles of his jaw pulasated. From here her tits looked like she was trying to make his cock hurt.

"No fucking doctor." He warned and held eye contact as he pulled out the catheter without blinking. He was pretty sure he wasn't going to hurt her, but it had felt good putting her down. So few authority figures in his life. He never got to challenge them, and she had felt like just another girl to his touch, instead of the matron he had painted her as. She could see him considering all kinds of darkness when he looked down her face, neck, and cleavage. It would be abundantly obviously what the boy needed by the state of his lifted jeans, as well, especially when the tent was basically staring her at level with her face.

The bandage she had already wrapped his hand in worked as a bandaid when he tugged it over the pouring from the prick of the catheter. He just had to get out of here. He wasn't even going to collect his hoodie. People got less in your way when you went around with your marks, anyway. "I gotta go." He breathed and turned his head finally. It was either go and put his fist through someone on the way, or risk grudge fucking his favourite nurse.

 

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Paige could feel his patience slipping with every second. They had butted heads a few times during their few encounters, but somehow they managed to come to an understanding just enough that Hayano allowed her to treat him. It was like he was her bratty child and she just had to have the patience of a saint and the backbone of an ox. Her experience was making her inner voice tell her things were already going down a slippery rope here, that it would only take just the slightest thing to push the young man over the edge. It was truly saddening to witness the way drugs altered and twisted people, especially one so young and damaged as he. The nurse felt sympathetic, but she was wise not to let her focus dissolve as she focused on getting the catheter in his vein.


It didn’t go over her head that Hayano was staring at her intently from face downwards. Could feel that hot breath on her face as she worked. The clear and straining bulge in his jeans was a dead giveaway of what kind of thoughts were probably sinking into his brain. He had made flirtatious comments before and she had simply smiled them off and dismissed them as just how the other was, most likely with any attractive girl he met. It wasn’t the end of the world and she wasn’t going to make it be when she had far more important things to worry about, even right now while she was under intense scrutiny. The tension in the room was thickening and she could almost smell the arousal and frustration on him. He was clearly fighting the demons inside of his own head right now.


So when he finally snapped, no matter what respect he gave her, Paige wasn’t surprised. She just expressed with her brows briefly, but continued to work unaffected. She had dealt with a moody teenage daughter so she could certainly handle a little snippety young man. After she had him laying down with the IV fluid attached, she noticed how jittery he was. How he just didn’t seem able to keep himself still, like he felt pinned up, trapped even. She frowned as she tried to reassure him and soothe him to calm down, but even with her expertise, even she jumped when the stand came toppling down. Her annoyance did almost come to the surface and she shot him a brief glare of disapproval, but she turned and bent to pick the pole up regardless with a sigh. “You are acting rather childish for a king, Haya. Relax.”

Paige had turned to lightly scold him only to find herself peering up at the taller boy with firm hands that pushed her back to sit upon the edge of the bed. Her body bounced lightly on the stiff mattress, her hand instinctively going to her belly while her eyes widened in shock and confusion up at her patient. “Haya…,” she spoke as she knitted her brows before she let out another heavy sigh and gave a sharp nod of his head. “No doctor.” While it wasn’t ideal, she also didn’t want to make his mood worse and make him entirely snap on her. While it hadn’t been quite comfortable and did make her heart race just a tad to be forced to sit like she had been, it didn’t appear that he intended to do more to her. While she didn’t outright think he would, there was always the potential with him being so hyped up on drugs.


It seemed that Hayano was fully fed up at this point. That he was not in the state of mind to listen to reason, or even to her. She had been able to soothe his nerves before and convince him to trust her enough to proceed with treatment, but it seemed tonight wasn’t one of those nights. It was frustrating, but more so worrisome with the way the other ripped out the catheter she had so carefully placed, but more so to see him so pent up and just needing an outlet. He probably didn’t have many trustworthy outlets, or even people that it is to help him come out of this…at least not safely. While she couldn’t hold him hostage there and force him to receive treatment, she also didn’t want to just let him go now when he clearly needed something, or someone.


People would no doubt scold her for her bleeding heart, and perhaps she’d even blame it on her hormones being out of whack due to the pregnancy. Either way, her motherly instincts couldn’t just watch someone so young and vulnerable hurt so obviously and leave them alone. She’d hope, as a mother, that if any adult (preferably someone trustworthy) saw her daughter in need, they’d do the same as her. Everything was happening so fast that everything was turning into a split second decision, but if she let him leave now, she didn’t know when and if she’d see him again. If he left this hospital and she found out that he had later died on the streets, she could never forgive herself.


Paige got up and approached Hayano, ignoring all the warning signs that he was giving as she grabbed his elbow and tugged him back. “Go where? To some kind of a hole in the wall place to nurse yourself? I think not.” She frowned deeply as she swatted her hair back out of her face and forced him to turn around to face her, which was a feat in its own right because it didn’t seem like anyone in this world could force this boy to do anything. “I can’t in good conscience let you go out there the way you are now. I get it that you don’t want to stay here and be seen by a doctor and I can’t force you. So how about this? I can leave my shift early and take you home, I can certainly treat you at home just as easily here. My husband is out for the next few days on a business trip and my daughter is still at college. So it will be just you and I, plenty of room and quiet for you to recuperate. Be a lot safer and more sterile than out in some alley.” She offered as she squeezed his elbow, eyes filled with concern before she dropped her hand to begin clearing up the room, allowing Hayano enough time to decide.


With her seniority and the simple fact she very rarely took time off from work, Paige had no doubt her supervisor would have any issues with her taking off. She had initially planned to work the holiday since she’d be home alone anyways, but she figured she’d have to change that plan too if Hayano ended up staying with her. She just felt that the young man just needed somewhere warm, cozy, and someone who cared for him for once. He might not be her son, but he could very well have been at this point. Plus she’d be ‘working’ and also not be alone at the same time. Her large home was rather cold and lonesome when it was just her. Grabbing his hoodie, she rolled it up and held it open so he could slip his arms and head through the openings much like she would a child. “Here, don’t want to forget this. So what do you say? I can even whip up a nice homemade meal. You look like you haven’t eaten a proper meal in a while.”

 

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She had this very intense look on her when she worked. He sometimes wondered what kind of information swam around inside that brunette head. All he could do was continue sitting there and hold back all his impulses for her. Paige would make things better. She always did. But this was taking too long. And he hadn't gotten to where he was, which was mostly just alive still, by being a calm person. He liked seeing her jump and he liked seeing her jiggle more. It was satisfying to know he had scared her, almost like he was showing off his strength to her, like that meant something. Maybe like a little boy flexing his thin arms for his mother for praise. Only, like everything between them, it was twisted. Because she only took care of him very shortly before he had to go back and buy more power for more injuries. He never thought about her until he needed her. Though, maybe, that wasn't that far off from many child and parent relationship these days. But she was taking too fucking long. He felt his nerves cooking underneath his skin and when she bent down to clean up his mess he saw her ass and wide hips in her scrub pants and thought this had to be it.

So, instead of lashing out in any other way, he put her down. Using force on her felt-- new. In the worst throes of his insanity, when he was beaten to shit and rolled in here, he might have said or done worse, but right now, he had most of his properties. Which meant he could spend real brain capacity thinking about how easy it would be just to have at her now. Really, she shouldn't trust anyone this much. He was sure she was breaking a few recommendations just being here alone with him. That's why he trusted her but that's also why he should leave. There was nothing more she could do for him. He needed to put his newly bandaged fist through something, or fuck someone half way to death. Paige was just the nurse. She hadn't signed on for that part of his life. And frankly, she wouldn't be good at it. She'd only seen him when he pointedly needed her for other things than the other women in his life. She didn't have an idea what he was like.

He saw that she was thinking something, like what he said was sticking in her mind. But he didn't care that she had feelings about this. Her bleeding heart was better off not being stopped by whatever he'd bring into this. He owed her some courtesy but he'd given it already. He wasn't going to stay and she wasn't going for force him. Maybe he'd hoped that she'd work her magic and this would all be out of his system by the time he left, but it seemed he'd fucked himself over more than he thought with this batch. Still worth it if he could survive it. He just had to put this rage somewhere else. There were drinking holes he could find anything he wanted at, especially now that he basically had an empty check to cash after a good job done.

But then she grabbed his arm and had to either pull it back so hard she might fall if he didn't let go, or let her turn him. He sighed through his teeth when he was face to face with her again. He tried not to think all those things when she started talking. It was like she was begging for his worst side, like she was fucking curious about it. He heard her out, because she didn't really give him any choice. Why wasn't he just slapping the shit out of her for thinking she could control him? He thought about her soft hands and her voice and the medical supplies she'd used on him. And it didn't sound bad. He wanted to tear through the city, but he also wanted somewhere soft to sleep. Paige was the softest thing he knew. So maybe he'd do it. He ended up staring at the his hoodie bunched up in his hand. He could hear the beats of his heart slow down in his ear. Somehow she'd done it again. And then one of those pulsating beats went through his stomach and twitched his cock inside its prison, and the unmotivated, welling anger returned painfully.

Suddenly he moved forward and grabbed her head. He put his forehead to hers and looked into her eyes. For a moment there was nothing in his pupils, and then they saw her, and part of him returned, perhaps just a blink away from hurting her. Like her offer was actually meant to cage him. But it seemed this version of him at least knew she was not for killing. "I am NOT going anywhere with you like this." And they both knew what he meant like that. She even felt it against her stomach, the protrusion that made it obvious what this young body needed. Even less gently this time, he shoved her. Because of the distance between them and the bed, she would hit the metal edge of it and land on the floor. He liked her promises of peace of mind, and a safe place to hide out until he had his head screwed back on properly, but he didn't have it in him to even imagine that when his cock was on fire.

 

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When she touched his arms, Paige could feel the buzzing under his skin. Felt the ecstatic, wicked energy pulsing through his veins and could see how much strain he was under. Sometimes it was hard to think how someone with skin so pulled taut against bones, looking so lean and tall, could still be filled with immense strength. The nurse could feel it under her fingertips, how the muscles tensed up like he was ready to spring into action. Probably lay her out like he had done to many men before, but something in his brain, perhaps what respect he felt for her, kept his hand. She saw the burning, yearning, and intensity in his eyes as she gave him his offer. Saw his mind calculating behind those deep dark orbs. Despite the bundle of negative energy seeming to strum through the young man, she looked upon him with sympathy and hoped that he might take her offer.


Her stomach leapt into her throat when Hayano suddenly moved towards her. It was instinctual fear of having someone clearly able to kill approach her despite a deep feeling in her gut telling her he wouldn’t. Then his forehead was pressing against her own and their eyes met and she saw the conflict in his eyes. He wanted to hurt someone, but not her and his body was trembling from the fact that he was holding himself back. The need that was pulsing through his body and hardening it was felt against her lower stomach. It almost felt like a hot poker, leaving its mark upon her skin despite the clothing that protected them. A gasp left her lips at the actions that followed his declaration, making her heart pound as she was roughly shoved back.


A cry of pain left her lips as her back struck the metal edge of the bed and caused her to topple over to the floor, thankfully on her side rather than on her stomach. Paige hissed as she reached back to rub the sore spot as she scrunched her nose then darted her eyes back to Hayano. She should have called for assistance, should have reported the attack, or just really let him go and move on about her work. A part of him wanted to scold him, give him a proper tongue lashing that he had probably never received from an authoritarian figure, but she couldn’t help but think he had held back for her. His statement was clear as day in her mind that he didn’t want to hurt, but knew he would in the state he was in. It almost seemed like he was willing to take her up on her offer otherwise.


Paige cursed her bleeding heart and her commitment to her role as a nurse and caretaker. Hayano had messed up by taking some new, untested substances (not that any could be considered trustworthy) and now he was living with the consequences. Would it get so bad that his heart might give out from the intensity of it that made him so filled with rage and lust? Would it ebb if time passed? There was no guaranteed answer and for some reason the thought of Hayano entering some seedy club to find some random chick to expel this energy upon or another man to beat to a pulp twisted her gut. Perhaps because she wouldn’t know what the outcome of that would be. It was her duty to find any and all solutions to her patient’s problems and while what was coming to mind was unethical, she couldn’t see any other way to get the young man to calm down enough to listen to reason. To at least give her a chance to give him the proper care he needed beyond another bender.


Paige sighed as she rolled onto her knees, lips tilted downwards at the corner briefly before she sighed and flicked her wrist towards a chair. “Sit. Please.” She ordered with a bit of strain in her voice, mostly due to the clash of morals going on in her mind. Her brain and her heart were clashing, knowing this wasn’t right as a married, pregnant woman, but she reasoned that it was a clinical procedure, nothing that was outright cheating. “I’ll help you with your problem. Clearly you can’t think straight because of it,” her gaze fluttered to the obscene bulge in his jeans. A rather impressive one at that, considering the man’s proportions. “It goes beyond my duties as a nurse, but I can’t go against my own code of honor and let you walk yourself out of here and put yourself or others at risk. If I can do this one thing then will you come with me and let me take care of you properly?” She mused as she rolled up her jacket sleeves and rolled her left wrist, the one in which had caught her fall. “It’ll be our secret, and I’m only offering this once. Take it or leave it.” At least if he denied and he walked out that door, she could say she did everything within her power to give him the healthcare he needed and she wouldn’t be riddled with guilt after.

 

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She looked at him like no one did. Because nurse McCarthy wanted desperately to give him something. No. She wanted him to have something. As though she would hurt if he didn't. That's why he'd trust her with his blood when he'd swat and elbow doctors away. She would sit with him and let him be hurt. Wasn't even about healing his wounds, sometimes. He could just occupy a bed while she did her work. On some level he knew she was handling him, pandering to his impossible needs when she was just trying to get close enough to administer care. But it didn't feel like that with Paige. She wasn't trying to suck up for a couple of grams, or tie him to her so he'd protect her. She was just someone who'd be anything for him, when he needed it. That's why he thought of her when he was limping or cut up. He hadn't had that before her. Even the syndicate would eat him up if he weighed them down, despite their creed of loyalty. But he was sure there was something else, something she tried to push down, when their faces were close. He knew this heat.

Maybe frustration that she didn't act on it right away was part of why he'd pushed her. But mostly it was just to feel the power. He didn't have a lot of valuable things, or dear things. And because she was approximately one, it was all the more darkly fantastical to play with her, to play with the thought of hurting her. He'd let her build this relationship too large. In a way he'd goaded her into her misunderstandings about them. Maybe, from the moment she'd been holding her hand when they wheeled him in on a gurney, and he'd seen her eyes over her mask, he had wanted to lead her astray, to put the kindness he saw in hazel rings to the test. To make her loving heart hypocritical. As she landed on the floor he wanted her to look at him like he'd betrayed her, finally. The fear her could see and even smell on her was keeping his cock hard, as though it was trying to rip the denim open. It was the drugs, he was sure, but she looked perfectly weak where he'd put her. Maybe this was why he shouldn't have authority figures who were weaker than him. But there was no regret running through him with all the adrenaline in his blood. The thought did strike him that if he had at her now, she wouldn't be able to fend him off at all. He had a taste of her strength, or the lack of it, when he shoved her.

But something in the way she sat up, determined and calm, like the things she said were very relevant, and as though he should listen, made him listen. He shifted back half a step she spoke. His eyes managed to stay on her despite the rush of painful energy through him. His mind raced with what she might mean, but he felt as though there was only one possibility, and interpretation. He shook his head when she readied herself, like he'd already said yes, but he still listened to her. There was an overwhelming urge in him, after all, and in his addled mind and greed, he wanted it to be the best solution for both of them. Still. Not Paige. He was the last thing he hadn't sullied. And still he found himself sitting in the chair that she'd pointed out for him. At the end of this, she still wanted to take him home. So this would be a reward for a reward.

Once seated, he had his elbows on the arms of the chair. "I can't do this. I gotta go." he said to himself, hands in his hair again, but it would be hard to believe him, given he had done as she said, and the bulge in his pants was ready to rip itself free on its own. He looked at her, and tried again to apply the kindhearted face that would greet him on his worst nights. He had even told himself she kept working these hours because he might come in. Like his personal saint. But it was difficult not seeing her as a woman with swollen breasts and soft, knowing hands. The rounded belly made her very feminine. He leaned back and looked up in the ceiling as though that would redirect his thoughts. He tried to believe her, to make it better. To make it easier to go through. She wasn't doing this because she wanted his cock. She was just trying to take the edge off for him. Nothing else. That was the deal.

And when she did fortify herself enough to move over, and undo his dark jeans, an ugly thing would spring out. Even the large bulge would have belied its actual proportions. A purple head, bowed, while the shaft, darker than his other skin, was swollen under it. A cock clad in sickly looking veins, thick and lengthy. She would have seen hints of it that one time they had to cut him out of most of his clothes to stem the bleeding, but nothing like this, hulking monstrosity with a drooling of precum already coming out the slit. Since she was familiar with his pulse already, she would know what rhythm to expect when she first wrapped her fingers around it.

 

[oropherion]

Paige had not been sure her words would have gotten through the haze that the drugs had caused. She wasn't even sure what he was truly thinking of, but knew it was nothing healthy. There was a need for violence, for lust, for all the wrong things and when one was in such a state of mind, it could only lead to even worse things. Things that she had only read about in the papers or seen on crime documentaries. Things that made her nervous and scared for their world, and yet was what drove her to help others when they needed it. Even those who had fallen rather hard from grace, who thought they were at rock bottom with no way out of the hole they had dug from themselves. She understood that not everyone wished to be pulled from that hole, that they had become used to their lifestyles, felt comfortable within the routine of it. Hayano fell into one of those categories, but she wanted to break him free from that routine. Show him that there were people that cared about him, what happened to him, and wanted to help him as long as he allowed it. Even so, she half expected him to sneer at her and just storm out the door and that would be her answer.

Something had made him walk over to the chair she pointed out instead. Perhaps the burning desire coursing through his veins was too strong to ignore the offer of a sexual favor. Paige felt her heart racing at the knowledge he had taken her up on it, knowing she was about to do something she had never done for any other patient. What made Hayano special? The nurse didn't feel the disgust in her gut like she knew she should, especially as a married woman, but she was working and this was a treatment. It would alleviate some of the intense lust, possibly make his mind a little more clear to make better decisions. All she could do was try and see what happened. If this wasn't enough, she had promised to take him home and continue to treat him until they could get the drugs out of his system. She licked her dry lips as she shuffled forward towards him, a flush across her cheeks as she pulled her glasses off and tucked them away in her breast pocket once more then rolled up her sleeves so she could get to business.

The bulge presented before her face was impressive, daunting, but a cock was a cock right? They all functioned and overall were the same, at least that was what she reasoned in her brain as she reached up to grab the hem of his jeans. She popped the button loose then grabbed the zipper. Her wrist pressed the highest tent of the bulge, felt how hard and hot he felt and felt her heart jump into her throat. It wasn't derision though, barely even fear, that made her feel tense. It was more the anticipatory knowledge of what she was about to go, what boundaries she was about to cross. Her chest swelled up as she inhaled deeply then relaxed as she exhaled, brows knit in concentration as she unzipped his pants finally, expecting to have to go through another barrier of clothes to get to the meat of it. But then his cock sprung free on its own once the zipper was no longer caging it inside and it was a monster. It was much larger than any cocks she had witnessed before and though she had seen a brief glimpse of it once before when it was soft before a surgical procedure, she hadn't thought much of it then. Not when she had been more focused on making his guts stayed inside his body.

This was much more than she was expecting this young man to be in possession of. It was almost unnaturally how large and veiny and bulbous it was. She didn't even think her fingers could wrap around the girth and touch. How did he walk around with this between his legs? Paige felt her mouth go dry and wondered how any woman could possibly take all of this. She just couldn't. "....," she didn't know what to say especially with it just mere inches from her face. She could feel the heat radiating off of it, smelt the musk wafting from him, and reached up with her right hand to test its girth. She was right, her index finger and thumb was still a hairs breathe apart, unable to touch with how wide his shaft was. It pulsed with its own heartbeat against her palm when she wrapped the rest of her fingers around it. She gave a tentative stroke, feeling it jerk in her grasp, feel his pre-cum drizzling down and help lubricating her hand as she began to pump him up and down with slow, sure strokes. She raised her gaze to his face, listened to the hitch in his breathe, the little noises to cue her in for what felt the best for him. After all, the point was to get him to cum and relieve the tension. She squeezed firmly around the tip, squeezing more pearls from the slit then dragged her hand back down. She mixed up slow and firm strokes to fast and rough ones, feeling the velvety flesh glide up and down the hard column of meat. There was an almost echo of slick flesh and she shot a worried glance to the door. Spotting the curtain, she managed to reach out with her free hand to pull it open to give them more semblance of privacy. "Just don't make too much noise, please." She quipped as she ignored the strange fluttering in her stomach, the warmth that she excused as nervous energy as she jerked him off. "How's this feel?" She couldn't help but inquire, twisting her wrist, trying to wring his pleasure from his body.

 

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He knew it was wrong. She shouldn't be doing this for him. He wanted to get out of here so he could get back to things he knew and had control over. The point of coming to this hospital was that he left things over to Paige. But he couldn't do that now. Not the way he was feeling. He was used to doing wrong things, hurting others, but this felt different. Maybe he'd been relying on her as some kind of anchor. But he was thinking of her in that other way. It was the drugs, sure, but he had enough left in his head that the buzz hadn't burnt away to know someone who patched you up and smiles at you when you wake shouldn't be for simple pleasures. And still he'd walked all the way over to the chair and sat down. He could see her hesitation too. She must be borrowing some of her strength from her profession now, but her eyes were different than when she steeled herself to sew him up. He felt kinship with her on this. It wasn't just for the result. This was significant. He shouldn't be getting this. His was a life of part misery and part unbridled decadence. But he shouldn't be satisfied by someone who had such tender authority over him.

But when she came closer he didn't move. He looked up at her and let himself sink into the images he'd been trying to avoid. Paige was a woman. She was with child and she was heavy with her bounty. He looked at her breasts when she got lower to start. Her rolling her sleeves and putting away her glasses made things more real. Why was this more exciting than fucking a girl his own age up her ass while she was moaning her head off? This was just a medical worker doing what she could for him. He shifted in the chair and almost whispered No to her when she started on his jeans. She had offered this, but he still felt as though he had controlled her. Like he knew that she couldn't let it be. It was so tantalizing being able to manipulate the grown woman, who been wise enough to give him advise about life while he was recovering from great injuries, but didn't have the viles to know he'd funneled her into willingly relieving him.

He inhaled and dropped his head back shortly, when she freed him. The folded cock was eager to spring, and it barely swayed once it was allowed to stand up. He knew it was particularly big. There'd been comments and competitions. Now it was just there. The truth of him. A monstrous tower stood out of his narrow hips. The balls were heavy too. The damn drugs had it entirely rigid. Even when it was released, it was painful in its swollen state, hard like a fucking bone. When she looked at it, he felt validated. And then there was contact. Her hand on it and he couldn't help the smirk he gave when she couldn't encompass it fully. He groaned as she started moving. Just looking at her hand and then her, it felt surreal. The cock twitched like it was pumping seed out already, but there was only precum being produced. "Fuck." he muttered and savored the feeling of her jerking. She alternated pace and squeeze and he thought it felt like she was teasing him, like she was prolonging it for herself. He liked that, even though it was torture. He rolled his shoulders like he was fighting some frustration as she continued to try and milk him. This was so fucking wrong and he couldn't get enough of it.

There were blaring pleasure signals through his cock as she stroked him. Was he prolonging it too? Was he tensing up in ways to make it so he didn't blow right away. "Spit on it." he said, darkly. He made sure there was a vibrato in his words to tug further on her sympathy. But it wasn't sympathy in her eyes, or in her breaths. He knew what Nurse McCarthy thought of his cock. The same thing everyone who saw it thought. He licked the corner of his lip and reached out to stick his hand into her cleavage. He was almost certain she wore a deeper V than she had to. A consequence of having a new size because of her pregnancy? He shifted his hips to make his cock roll in her grip. If he got to, he'd be firmly massaging her breast. "Can you take this off. It'll help me get off faster." he tried. It was all bullshit now, but it was getting difficult to hold back. And he really wanted to see her preggo breasts that were screaming at him.

It would never be enough. She had given him everything. At one point, Paige had given him the gift of life itself. He should be worshipping her. But he wanted to have more from her. He wanted to desecrate the one woman who'd taken care of him. And she was somehow making it rather easy for him. He was fast shifting his respect for her as her small hand couldn't even fully close around his cock on its own. As the pleasure grew and traveled through him, he knew he'd never see her the same again. Maybe she'd always been this, then, another woman waiting to be whatever he wanted her to be.

 

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It was hard to see the line between her persistence and persuasion and Hayano willingly accepting the offer laid out before him. A part of the nurse almost felt she was coercing this young man, but in the end the decision was made by him planting his behind upon the chair, silently agreeing to it. Even so, she sensed a sense of resistance, not because he didn't desire it, but for the fact it was creating a shift in their relationship that had entirely been just nurse and patient. Like he was even silently offering a way out of this one last time before that path was crossed. It was too late by the time she prepared herself and pulled that enormous beast of a cock free from its denim confines. The way it stood poised and hard like a pillar, a monument to be worshiped by the fairer sex and admired by the same. She had assisted in a few cases of injuries caused by too big cocks tearing their female partners aside, witnessing the embarrassment and concern of their partners, but even those cases didn't seem to compare what damage something like this could do. She heard plenty of young, and older, women exclaim how they would love a man with a huge cock, but Paige had always wondered if they really knew that something like this just couldn't fit naturally in their sex? Not comfortably and not fully. It was why she was content with her own husband's average manhood, it had certainly done the job considering the life growing within her womb now. Though his was barely even half the size of this man's and she couldn't believe her mind was even daring to compare and felt a strange feeling of what? Underwhelm for her husband? She pushed the thought aside immediately, not wanting to let such intrusive thoughts deter her from this job she had given herself. Not make it too personal.

It was hard not to though as she tried to wrap her fingers around it the first time. Her fingertips didn't even touch and that made her almost inwardly wince just thinking of how this thing would stretch a woman to the point of absolute pain. Though she imagined there were quite a few women that lived for it and with Hayano being a rather attractive, virile young man it wasn't a terrible surprise. It was just unfortunate that he let himself get caught up in bad business. She typically wasn't the kind that felt that someone should enter a relationship with the mindset that they 'could fix him', but she didn't deny that she thought, as a motherly figure, that she might could sway him and lead him in the right direction if given the chance. Everyone had the ability to change, in her eyes. Hearing him curse and feeling the way pre-cum dribbled down his veiny shaft, Paige felt a tightness in her throat and an increased heart rate as she stroked him. The intimidation of it lessened the more her hand moved up and down the length of his cock, feeling the velvety skin glide along the hard muscle, spreading the pre along with her palm, feeling all the twitches and heat radiating off of him as she worked.

Paige was slightly startled out of her focus, her intent on her handwork, by the sudden command. There was a minimal scrunch to her nose in disgust at the thought of such a crude act, but the tense vibrato in his voice made the retort die on her tongue. If it helped him get off then that was what had to be done. It was just like any extra step in any sort of treatment that would make the patient feel more comfortable and happy. She let her saliva build in her mouth, enough so that she could summon it forth like a bullet towards his cock and her hand that stroked it. She felt her ears almost burning at the filthy act, the sound of shooting the glob of spit, making her almost cringe. But her hand caught it and spread it over his shaft, filling the rooms with the wet, sloppy sounds as she wiped her mouth on the collar of her jacket. Her steady, almost rhythmic strokes stuttered and slowed when his hand suddenly shoved its way through the v-shaped neckline to grope at her heavy breast. His palm grazed over a sensitive nipple, hardening it under the touch, and sending a bolt of electricity through her body. She hated the immediate warmth that spread south at it, the way her thighs tightened and pressed together briefly, before she frowned at him disapprovingly. "That's too personal, Haya." She clicked her tongue to grab his wrist with her free hand, ignoring the way her heart skipped a beat and pounded harder in her chest. She just chalked it up to the surprise of the action over any other response. "I'm not mad, just don't think that is appropriate." She added with a lighter tone, because she knew he was in a rather rocky condition, no doubt his drug-induced, hormonal body had just reacted upon impulse than anything else.

Paige's hand completely stopped for a few seconds at his following request, her eyes blinking owlishly up at him. Her palm felt like it was being seared by the heat of him, felt just how aroused he was, and saw how much he was weeping already. But if anyone knew their bodies and how they got off, it would be Hayano himself and it made her hesitate. It was absolutely inappropriate and wrong of her to comply. It risked her job and even worse, her license, if she were to be caught fraternizing with a patient like this, no matter the reasoning. Her nervous gaze flicked to the curtain, imagining the door past it and all the people bustling outside. Now that she was zoned in on the world outside of their little bubble, she could hear the muffled talking, screaming, laughing, barking orders outside the walls. The beeping of machines and ringing of telephones going mad. At any moment someone could walk in on them, but deep down Paige knew no one would. Not with Hayano being the patient. Dr. Kreisler was already fed up with the young man and would only come in once she had called him in. She knew all of the other nurses were grateful that she was handling this hellion and they were probably to caught up in other cases to worry about her too much.


The nurse sighed as she made up her mind. If it would help him relieve himself faster then she'd have to do it. She didn't know if he was just messing with her just to get her to strip for him, but Paige also tired and achy from an old day shift and couldn't stay on this hard tile floor for very long. She didn't want to drag this on any longer than she absolutely had to. On top of that, she was doing her best to ignore the sudden strange reactions her body was having in regards to Hayano. She just hoped they weren't betrayed in her eyes or by her body as she withdrew her hand from his cock. "Fine. If it'll help, but hands to yourself." She gave a partial smirk, as if she still had some power left within her to be able to command and control him while he was within her care. The balance of power had certainly shifted, but she couldn't alleviate all of it to him. She was already going above and beyond her call of duty so he'd better be grateful for what he got. She shimmied out of her jacket and flung it onto the nearby desk. She briefly hesitated when her fingers curled over the ends of her scrub top before she pulled and tugged it up over her head. The fabric grazed over the small pregnant bump, caught under her heavy breasts, forcing them to raise up with the top before they bounced back down and jiggled atop her belly. They were supported by a beige maternity bra, clasp at the front to make it easier for her to put it on and take it off. Her fingers hesitated upon it before she sighed and undid the metal clasps and let her bra part open. She left it mostly on, just let her engorged breasts settle, a pink of a pink flush spreading over the top of them, nipples hardening further from exposure to the cold air. "Better, darling?" The pet name rolling off her tongue a little faster than her brain could catch up and wonder if that was appropriate as her hand went back to jerking off the beast, occasionally shifting on her knees and causing her loose breasts to sway.

 

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She had a bit of a hitch in her as this all happened. But her mouth was set hard, a lot like someone barreling through lines they'd put up for themselves. Like she was trying to go beyond her own regret. It made this more exciting, to know she really wanted this, while he would hide behind his drugs. Hayano struggled with limits. He was constantly breaking them, and knew they were good for fuel, but had been told he'd be wayward without. Even in a fight, swinging wildly wouldn't usually benefit you, especially if the opponent knew what they were doing. But also for himself, Haya wanted to have boundaries. He'd just be an animal without it, and not the kind that could act as a guard dog, but one that had to be directed, and when he acted out of place, be put down. With his power growing within the syndicate, he needed to be more than the blunt instruments he amounted to. Maybe he had put a lot of his stock in how he'd abstained from Paige. She healed and she sent him away. This was other than that. These were other parts of him that she would satisfy now. He was in a way bidding farewell to this strangely moral part of him, that she represented. He would mourn it.

But his lust burnt stronger, always overpowering everything else. She looked at his cock with poorly withheld fascination, and even a bit of-- was that intrigued fear? He'd seen it before, and somehow it was more of a badge coming from Paige, who dealt with bodies in all their extreme states all day. The nurse in her scrubs and life-full belly and tits stilled for a bit, he hazel eyes transfixed on his manhood. They'd never been like this before. Had part of him wanted her approval? She had only ever supported him, and perhaps tried to steer him away from whatever he was doing. But now he was making an impression that amounted to her liking, or even worship. It felt good to affect her in that way. The boy shifted a bit, pride rushing through him unhindered with the broken inhibitions of the still present drug in his system. The cock did not sway despite the motion. There was still the issue of the frustration that had loaded up in the big rod. She had said she'd take on the task, and he was all but exploding for her to make good on that. Changing their relationship or not, he needed it.

When she started, she did so with slow motions at first, exploring him. She didn't know that it was unusual. Girls who were paid to do this went right at it, but Paige was invested. He wouldn't tell her. He liked knowing that about her, as though her obsessed eyes weren't enough proof. He almost came when she first touched him - his actual mother figure was going to give him a handjob. He sat there, suffering in the building pleasure that was never enough, her strokes aided by his precum. He hissed when she almost rejected him about the spit but soon complied. He had partially wanted it to see her do it, to see her wrinkle her lips the way you had to. He gasped to know Paige's fluids were on his cock and that she now crushed the small bubbles to an even smear with foam at the edge of her hold as she continued to jerk him off. The long strokes she had to take made it look like labor. He couldn't resist her breasts and reached inside for one, naturally giddy to have startled her. He looked up at her with a kind of innocence when she stopped him with her wrist, but he already had his hand in there. He'd already gotten to feel what he'd been longing for since they met in this hospital the first time, before her pregnancy, when they'd been smaller but never small. He saw clearly that she was affected by it, and how she drew attention to her cunt by squeezing it with her closing thighs. Even as she protested her nipple was cutting into his palm, and he continued to weigh her massive orb. A twitch of aggression touched his features, possessive already of the bounty and aversion to being told, but he smoothed it out. He knew her body was taking to it.

But when he asked about more, she did draw back. Her hand stopped and immediately his cock throbbed with want. It was strange just to feel her hand's weight on it, like she needed it for comfort, like she'd held his hand by his bed a few times. The precum didn't stop. She was not yelling at him. He knew somewhere inside that he'd get it from her, and from now on knew another limit had been broken, and how he may manipulate her in the future. Because she wasn't just contemplating it, she was seeing if the situation would hold for her actually doing it. A lot of pretty things had been hesitant with him before. He knew the look. He saw the nurse's fate before she did. And that's how he got the patience not to make her hand move more. A small breath hitched in the boy when she moved to finally humor him. He nodded at her condition, but was already breaking it in his head. It was unreasonable to ask that of him, and if he'd gotten this much, he'd want more. And she had showed she'd give more.

He was all but vibrating when she got her jacket off. He was slack jawed when she tugged at the top that had already been rather revealing. Something about such an official uniform being desecrated stirred him up. The landing of the lifted tits almost made him cry. He then bit down on his own teeth waiting when she got to the bra and an audible groan rewarded her when those hormonal orbs flopped out. He swallowed and looked at the blush on them from their confines and his precum bubbled over. When she went back to it, he almost jumped, cock twitching. His eyes met hers when she called him that. Darling. This was more now. He knew it. He could have more. He was entirely new to leveraging a woman's affection for what he wanted. He had never had a mother like this, one who cared enough that he could control her. It felt decadent.

"A lot better." he said and didn't even hesitate to reach for both breasts, lifting them in his hold and squeezing them. They welled up between his fingers as he crushed her nipples with his palms. Her stipulation that he didn't touch meant nothing to the eager youth. "Don't stop." he said, having leaned closer to her in the process of claiming her breasts, ignoring her rule completely. "Use both hands." this was careening out of control. But he knew there was a great shift in power between them, and he would take the momentum since she'd offered it. This close, he could feel the heat of her breast flirting with his cock. She looked so good on her knees. One hand slid back to roll a nipple before it went back to glom. He was firm and almost aggressive, but not too much. Certainly assertive for someone who should be in her care. "And don't forget my balls." he added. There was a casual kind of authority in him. Paige was acting like the women he knew, he would see how much like them she was. "Nggghh... you're good, Paige." he breathed honestly, his frustration tattering his voice, but now it was becoming pleasant because there was promise of relief. And if she disobeyed, he would pinch and twist her nipples for it, playfully but stern. She hadn't been told what to do in these circumstances by her loving husband, he was sure. So she might not know to fight her feminine urge to comply. Maybe she wasn't an untouchable avatar of medicine after all. Maybe she was made of tender flesh and pent up urges from having been mistaken for one.

 

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This was breaching all different sorts of codes. Professionally and personally. It was a step Paige had never expected her to make, but then again she had never really imagined herself in this sort of situation either. What she wouldn't have let another patient get away with, she was letting Hayano do without much consequence. It was like a bad child where she was rewarding his bad behavior by allowing him to continue it. Even her light scolding wasn't enough to stop the questing hands that sought out her now exposed breasts. The cool air in the room left goosebumps along her flesh, even across her flushed tits, which only was exacerbated by the hands mawing them like an eager virgin who had never seen a pair before. The lust was strong in his gaze as they peered upon the milk-filled sacs and even when she tried to pull back, giving him a verbal warning of going against her wishes, a painful pinch and twist of her overly sensitive nipples was enough to jolt her back into her previous position. A shudder ran down her back and her heart rate picks up, a mixture of fear and anticipation? She didn't like the strange, warm feeling pooling in her gut, or the tingling between her thighs that was all too familiar. It wasn't right as a married woman, a mother, and a nurse all in one. All she could reason was the fact that she had gone untouched and without affection from her husband for the past week or more and her hormones made her hornier than normal. Plus it was really hard not to respond to certain touches despite being a little unwanted.


It wasn't her being unfaithful by responding and doing this. She was simply performing a duty to help an out of sorts patient so he could recover more fully on his own. It was what she kept telling herself as she allowed her hand to return to the obtusely large cock jutting up before her face. "You are getting too big for your britches, mister." She retorted with a snort, the statement almost too literal considering the monster throbbing in her hand. She exhaled through her nose as she raised her other hand to take up the top half of the cock, moving her hands in counter wise movements in order to stroke every inch of flesh. The continuous pump of pre-cum drizzling down the velvety skin and being spread by her palms felt like so much, like this kid was just pumped with large amounts of testosterone that his body just couldn't cope with. It was probably the case considering the path of life he had fallen into, using it negatively rather than outputting it in a more positive, healthier manner. Even now as she stroked his cock and palmed at the heavy, wrinkled sac below, she still thought he just needed someone to give him proper guidance. To give him the love and support any young child needed. He had gone so long, clearly, without that advantageous aspect of a proper family dynamic, that he was leading himself into disaster and he was too young to just give up hope and abandon himself to a twisted fate of death somewhere in a dank alley, forgotten, alone, and not missed.


It was the reminder of that, which tugged at her heart strings so much, that she allowed herself to give in to him. There was some kind of silent power he held over her that even she couldn't describe. There was no reasoning for what made him different from all of the other delinquents she met in the past, held their hands just as much as she had held his. Administering medication, comforting words, just a kind smile. There was no real difference, but when Paige met those dark eyes, something inside her responded. There was an ache in her chest, a warm fluttering in her stomach that had nothing to do with the growing life within, and perhaps just something inside her she had never known about until now. She quelled these strange feelings, focusing on the task as she would any other. That determined look returned, battling over the way her weight shifted on her knees, torso inadvertently pushing against the rather rough paws groping them. They felt tender and her nipples ached, almost like they were begging for more of that treatment, and she hid her face partially by her hair as she stroked him harder, tugged at his balls, ground her palm against his weeping head, anything to push him over the edge and give him relief. To also give herself relief from letting her mind drift off to inappropriate thoughts, and the concern of getting caught. The fear of this being caught by her co-workers making her anxious. She certainly didn't want to lose her job, her license, and also her marriage because word would certainly spread to her husband. It was also why she pressed on rather than getting to her feet, getting dressed, and demanding he take care of his own problems. She had already gone too far to back out and pray that Hayano had the decency of keeping it secret. No matter her soft heart towards him, she didn't trust him fully to keep his mouth shut if he felt offended or disrespected by her refusal.


"Good enough for you to cum, darling?" Paige declared warmly, hopefully, as she twisted her wrist as her hand reached the crown, squeezing as if desiring to wring that baby batter from him. It wouldn't be for her, after all her body was already housing one, but at least it would drain his balls at least a little. "Give me a warning so I can have a napkin ready." She spotted the tissues upon the counter not too far and she reached up and forward to grab it, without thinking of how her chest wasn't too far from the pillar of hormones was not too far her and they brushed and pressed against the soaked shaft as she managed to grab the tissue box from the counter, setting it by her hip. Her nose scrunched up briefly and her cheeks heated up more at the sight of white splatter between and on top of her tits as she sighed. "You really are a messy boy."

 

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Hayano was well aware of the strange leniency she was giving him. He wasn't a stranger to pushing women beyond limits they'd verbally set - it was a favourite pastime of his - but he had never thought he'd get to do it to Paige. Admittedly, her authority over him, not to mention the kindness she gave and leveraged against his darker inclinations, had always tempted him to try. She always had enough wits and professionalism to withstand and thwart it. That little dissatisfaction was often overshadowed by the care she traded for it. But the drug in him, not to mention an always healthy amount of virility, was louder in his body right now. He liked that she didn't object at first, when he touched her heavy hills of motherhood, and when she did, and he reprimanded her by pretty much just doing what he liked with her nipples, she reacted very femininely, and then settled back to continue servicing him. It was obvious by the her sounds and breathing and slight shifting of her weight on her knees, like she was suddenly uncomfortable in her own underwear, that she also was drowning in this moment. It was intoxicating to dominate his only mother figure. And to see how well she took to it. Fuck were her breasts soft and welcoming.

He laughed, throaty, when she chastised him verbally. Even with her semi stern look, it just added to the illicit nature of the moment, because she was trying to tell him off while still doing as he wanted. It may not be her intention, but it did make him think this was leading to other things than care. How many times had girls he paid pretended to forbid him just to make the service better when they inevitably gave in? Paige would not be used to toxic dynamics, but her instincts of submission were spot on, despite her good will. He swallowed as her double action on his shaft gave him a fuller experience, sometimes excruciating and sometimes perfectly paradisiacal. He growled deeply to have his needs met even as they were growing. He turned his hips a bit when she tended to his balls. Of course, he wouldn't do even half of this for himself, and maybe the grown woman knew that somewhere tucked away in her mind. This had long since become more gratuitous. And neither of them would stop.

"But you like them big, don't you, nurse McCarthy?" He said with his low, raspy voice. Like he knew something about her, and what kind of cock she was used to. The way she continued to stroke him with medically capable hands like she was exploring him too, discovering a whole new organ, told of he husband's lacking dimensions in comparison. He loved the way she looked at it. She was teaching him that he could get away with pretty much anything, and it was so daunting to the energized youth, after she had been almost stern up until now. Watching her blush and work hard to get him off while filled up with her own arousal made him feel very powerful. He squeezed one breast hard, and crushed the other nipple mercilessly. Dominating her had a delicious effect on him. Everytime she awoke from the trance of staring at the ever bubbling slit on the fat head, and looked around worriedly, it reminded him of the taboo - she was risking her job to satisfy his cock. Somehow he was making her do this. And she was giving him the power to. He'd never had a mother who cared enough that he could take advantage. He didn't know she meant to give him a woman to rely on, and she certainly hadn't meant for that tender thought to be morphed into this, but in a way, they were both getting what they wanted, even if they hadn't known that, going into this.

She called him darling again and his face had an almost pained configuration. Why did it hit him with both arousal and in the heart when she said that? It dirtied the nice name, but maybe that's what he wanted? He was showing hectic signs of getting closer and nodded fast when she asked for a warning. He was in pain now, by design, close to get relief. He was suffering through it for the pending pleasure. "FUCK!" he shouted when he breasts graced him and got slathered in precum. She would feel the grip on her breasts tighten as he mashed them closed over the head of his dick. The pulses that ripped through his cock was nothing short of torturous, the searing delight pulling his balls almost inside out as he spurted. He groaned first, teeth showing but by the end of it, his mouth was closed in a suffering expression as the rapture pumped out. Eventually the valley between her mashed together breasts simply overflowed onto her. It was an ungodly amount.

After too long, the continuous pumping of thick cum waned. The boy she cared so much about ended up reclined in the chair after he had christened her thoroughly, eyes slightly dazed as he looked at her. His bowing cock twitched with more inspiration when he saw the pregnant, well endowed woman splattered in his seed, and an amused huff came from him as his cock finally lowered. Her words were both comforting and almost made him want to fuck her again. Why did it hit him so hard when she said it like that? She looked very good coated in his cum. He'd always have this image in the back of his head when he looked at her from now on.

He let her professionally wipe his cock off before tucking himself back and zipping up. He wanted to be fresh eyed when she cleaned herself up. Something about watching the aftermath was both erotic and made it more real. Eventually he stood up, finding and getting his hoodie back on. Her treatment had chased away most of the frantic energy from the drugs, but that meant he still had his own natural needs to deal with, which had been amped up by switching his way of seeing her.

When he followed her to the car he moved closer to her than he usually would when going through the hospital corridors to change treatment rooms or when she walked him out. Their dynamic had changed, but she had at least made the young man more relaxed around her, and he certainly didn't mind going to her home with her now.

But he might not be going there for the reasons she had invited him. In his mind, her intentions about it may have changed too. His hubris had him believe his cock had convinced her otherwise. But there was also this new, easy feeling of being able to rely on her, and that he could count on her for other reliefs than acute pain. He may become a bit pushy on the subject.

 

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"I'm not going to feed your ego, it's already too big for your britches." Another innuendo pointed at the massive beast being thoroughly massaged by her hands, but it was one hundred percent correct. If Hayano's ego was as big as his dick then the world was in for a hurt. Paige also didn't want her impression to linger too deeply on her own psyche either, knowing this was an abnormal case when it came to the size of a man's sex and it would be unfair to her husband and other men to compare. It didn't stop it from leaving its imprint in her mind and in the palm of her hands, which were quickly becoming slathered up with his wasted batter. The hot flesh almost scolding her skin and the frothing and pulsing she could feel and the pained, tight expression of his face was enough of a sign of how close to the edge he was. It was why she asked him to give her a proper warning as she leaned up for the tissues. She really should have known better how the simple, innocent act of raising herself would graze him with her torso, but her attention had been briefly focused on the goal of grabbing the tissues. The sharp exclamation made her jump a bit before she gasped as her heavy globes were grabbed more firmly and pressed tight together around the top portion of his dick. The malleable flesh jiggled with the motions, rippling under his grip and motions, until the purple head burst in an intense explosion that splattered some of the essence up her chest and to her neckline.

The hand that grasped the box of tissues wavered and loosened, letting the box splat against the tile floor as she gaped at the mess rained down upon the top of her breasts. Everything had happened too quickly for her to have stopped it and now her chest was a painting of his own making. The sticky smear was slowly drizzling to the dip in the valley of her breasts where his cock had previously been housed for a short time. The feeling made her shiver as she let out a little indignant huff. "Guess I should have known better." She clicked her tongue at herself and thinking that Hayano would be in a clear enough mind to let her know and let her keep him from making such a mess. Tissues would only do so much, but she sat on her heel after cleaning up his softening prick with the globs of sperm from it then used fresh tissues to clean up as much of the mess on her chest as she could. A hot shower would finish the work, but it would at least make her presentable enough to walk out of the hospital without being caught...hopefully.


Paige worked quickly on reclasping her bra and slipping her scrub top back on. She then quickly cleaned up the room, spritzed the air with freshener, then gathered her belongings up from her locker before guiding Hayano from the hospital to her car. She had left the doctor with a brief report and that she would make sure he reached a safe local to rest up. The staff didn't question her, most likely just glad to not have to deal with the troublemaker. Along the way to the vehicle, she could feel his presence incredibly close but didn't dwell on it too much. "Here, get in." She invited as they reached her brand new black Mazda and unlocked it with the fab while she threw her bags into the backseat. They didn't say much along the way and Paige didn't wish to bring up the perversion that had made them both step over their boundaries as she drove them to her house. It was about a thirty minute drive from the hospital and right outside the city proper in a nice little suburbia. It was a two story cottage surrounded by a white stone wall, black gate with a personal code, and a looping driveway and two door garage. There were neighbors along the street with equally nice houses but their properties were separated by small lines of trees. Her front yard was perfectly groomed with a few hedges, a couple sitting benches, a little fountain.

She parked inside the garage and indicated Hayano to follow, stepping into the laundry area that connected the garage to the kitchen. Inside was a beautifully modern home, decorated, furnished, and equipped with the most efficient and highest tech. A large kitchen with a nice marble island counter, floor to ceiling cabinets, big wide fridge, and two entry ways. One led off to the dining hall and the other into the main walkway with the living room on the opposite, a downstairs bathroom, a small guest room, and an office. Glass double doors at the rear of the house led onto a huge, beautiful deck and overlooked a nice in-ground pool. "Well lets make yourself at home. The guest bedroom is right this way." Paige said with a soft smile as she set her belongings down on one counter as she led him through the kitchen and down the main hall. "This is the bathroom you can use. It's stocked with everything you need, unisex toiletries and all that." She explained as she opened a door to a small room with a simple twin bed, a small dresser, and nightstands. "I'm sure my husband has a few clothes he doesn't wear much that you can borrow. I'll grab some if you want to change. I'm going to take a quick shower myself then I can work on cooking us up a quick meal, if you're hungry."

In Paige's motherly mind, she couldn't see how a young man like Hayano couldn't be starving after his long day and the rather intense orgasm he had achieved just thirty odd minutes ago. She walked upstairs, figuring the young man would follow, not really thinking of the consequences of showing off her more private locations to him as she entered. She hummed as she opened her husband's closet, scrambling through some items, before tugging out some extra sweats and old clearly worn tank top and t-shirts. "Here, these will work. You can go change and get something to drink if you like. I got soda, water, juice, tea, and there might even be a beer or two." She offered as she toed off her shoes and went to her closet to gather up some fresh garments for herself. Figuring Hayano had made his way out of the room, she entered her adjacent bathroom to begin stripping out of her uniform and undergarments. Her back and knees were sore and aching, even her upper arms, no doubt from her unexpected workout. She touched her chest, still feeling how sticky it was as she got the water running to warm up. As she waited, she sat on the toilet, rubbing her belly. especially the lower as she felt some cramping. She had definitely deserved a hot shower after today. With a sigh, she stepped under the hot spray, closing her eyes and just basking in the heat as it drowned out the world around her.

 

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It felt good to have replied to her quip with all that cum. Maybe he had wanted to hold back even longer, but it was not longer his choice when her soft hill touched his cock and he had to contain the eruption. The pleasure of being drained felt dangerous and painful. Every shot that was swallowed up by her muffling breasts was its own string of orgasm for him. He would have liked to blame the drug, but there was something in this forbidden moment that had inspired him more. He loved how the cum had tried to climb her throat to reach her face, but eventually settled on flooding the valley between her breasts. It was still twitching and pushing pleasure through him even when his balls were spent. He saw her huffing, and somehow the aftermath and her work with it, made it better. He swallowed when she cleaned his sensitive cock off. It looked like just another part of her work, but with a tinge of something else. Something involved. He knew there was more inside her now. He was greedy to explore it while she prattled on. Her words had a new meaning to him now. It all just sounded like more foreplay. She had been right about his ego, it seemed. But she had also proven that she was subject to his whims, however she liked to dress it up.

She spent the new box of tissues trying to rid him from her breasts and neck. He didn't help. He only stared at the erotic cleaning, how her breasts swung and jiggled from her efforts wiping. He had done that to her, he had put her in this position. And he was proud of the amount. But even after all that, there was a sheen on her that she couldn't wipe off, which meant she locked his cum tighter to her when she put her bra and clothes back on. Something primal in him stirred to know he was still staining her. He followed her with his head filled up with more sins for this mother figure, and more than once he tried to truly see the outlines of her ass in her clothing, and perhaps any stain on her crotch area. While sitting in the car, he liked that she smelled exactly like the act she'd performed for him, and if she looked over at her young passenger, she would see a confident curl to one corner of his lips.

His hubris took a pause, though, when they reached her home. His brows raised to see the domestic castle. He threw an eye at her and then back when they entered through the gates. This neighborhood was better than she should be able to afford on her nurse salary. Even if he was going to get a bigger piece of the pie now that he'd done this neigh impossible job for the Yakuza, he imagined he wouldn't be able to see this good living ever. What was it that her husband did again? Hayano realized where her naivety came from now, if she could live like this, even if she may be dealing with very real things in the ER. He even huffed because it explained so much. He reclined into the new car smell and nodded to himself. Some people just had better lives, he supposed. Maybe this would inspire him to take more, with his new position within the syndicate. If this was where she spend her time off, it made sense if she was-- curious about the grittier parts of human interaction, which he had glimpsed when she took care of him.

He followed obediently through her beautiful home. Everything was new. Even the large apartments in the city, where he was taken to be beaten to a pulp, or to listen to his new orders, were gaudy and tasteless. All this was perfectly streamlined and-- practical? There were family pictures, and on his pay past a wall of them, he noted that her daughter held the resemblance of her, though she lacked in certain, womanly attributes. There was something about the glint in the younger McCarthy's eyes, though. He was mostly quiet, going after her and listening to her voice - as a reflex, the mapped the place out for robbery. It was just an old habit, not an intent. Eventually he ended up in her bedroom, and he looked around, amazed at the homely space as she piled clothing in his arms. "T-thank you." was all he could get out before she went into her bathroom. He ended up sitting on her bed as the shower started, just staring at the garments in his lap.

He couldn't help himself from looking through the nightstand, not just because he was curious, but because he needed something to occupy his mind from all these new impressions. This was an entirely other world. Even the homes he'd broken into in the city were different than this strangely picturesque domestic bliss. He was a feral animal suddenly let into the well-smelling home of a suburban family. The silence around here was deafening to him, and he started feeling antsy. He decided to occupy himself with doing what he was told. After the release and the waning of drugs in his blood, he was returning to the mindset where she had authority, even though the image of her cum splattered torso never really left his mind. He got out of his hoodie again, but before he could get started on his pants, the shower beckoned him.

Automatically, he moved toward the spring in the door, and the well-oiled hinges kept his secret as he parted the wooden barrier from its frame. His eyes went wide, indeed like a stalking monster, when he saw her, touching her stomach on the toilet. The panties she'd stripped out of were just by the mat at the door, and a simple swipe with his foot made them his. He looked at them to discern any residual proof of how she had felt about her work in their private treatment room. He knew this was too much, that it should stop here, but he still waited, as though any motion would break this spell, as he watched the woman who had saved him more than once, when she thought she was alone. He swallowed in anticipation, and would stay where he was while she sat on her toilet, but he was so etched to this moment that when she moved to the shower, he'd dare to come further into the bathroom, trusting to her being occupied by the water.

Soon he just stood there, watching her while she cleaned his cum off her. He didn't really know what was happening, but his instincts were screaming at him not only to be here, but to push on. He didn't really know how he'd justify it to her, but he left his jeans and underwear behind, and dropped her panties ontop of it, before stepping in with her. Whatever he was interrupting, he'd be firmly wrapping his arms around her from behind. She'd feel his torso on her shoulderblades, and, of course, that long limb against lower back and ass. "I was cold." it wasn't a lie.

 

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Paige was unaware of her little visitor spotting her private moment on the toilet, nor the way he managed to sneak her discarded panties from the floor for him to investigate. He would find them dampened from her own secretions, ones she would have blamed on hormones rather than any moral short givings on her end. Her palms lightly grazed over her small bump, savoring the quiet moment and letting her thoughts wander. Today had been one of the more eventful moments of her career and her shift had certainly ended on a certain kind of high, though she couldn't quite say if it was a good or bad one. Her feelings were still conflicted on the matter and there was still a bit of guilt in her heart, which was quickly circumvented by her own reasoning. She was too tired though to play the mental gymnastics that was required to sort that mess out in her head, figuring it was just a one and done deal and they could move on as if it had never happened. It was a terribly naive thought and she should have known better, especially at her age and experience in life, but she had a bit of blinders of due to the soft spot she had for the troubled Yareli youth.

The steady flow of the water was more than enough to drown out any sounds going on beyond the shower door. It felt good to finally wash away the day and especially the dried cum that she just couldn't get off with a tissue. She was holding lightly onto the silver bar built into the shower wall for support while her free hand was scrubbing a suds-filled sponge over and through the valley of her breasts until the skin came back almost reddened from the intense scrubbing. She was just beginning to focus on her pregnancy mound when she felt arms wrap firmly around her, felt strong shoulder blades press against her, and even more so she felt an all too now familiar cock pressed into the crease of her ass and against her lower back. Her heart jolted immediately into her throat at the shock of suddenly being touched in the shower unexpectedly, and even more so knowing who it was that had decided to join her. It would have been a much more pleasant surprise had it been her husband (or at least she insisted on telling herself now), but not the young man she had happily invited home with her out of the kindness of her heart.

His expression that he was cold made her turn her head to peer over her shoulder at his face. There was no hint of a lie, but she still felt there were ulterior motives. Rather, she literally felt it right against her derriere. She swallowed thickly as she forced a smile and lightly patted the top of his arms looped around her. "I'm sorry, I should have checked the heat before I got in." She apologized, whether he was due one or not, as her mind raced on how to correct this behavior without causing any emotional and physical damage. She didn't want to piss off this young man and have him get irate at her rejection and carelessly toss her aside, which would potentially cause damage to her unborn. She could flail and scream, but in a wet shower that was just as risky as pissing him off and getting thrown about. There was no doubt some kind of misunderstanding back at the hospital, or perhaps the drugs were kicking its ugly head again and making him act impulsively and irrationally. Which was highly likely, she thought to herself, which halted some of the irritation in her voice as she spoke. "I'm sorry if you got the wrong idea from what we did before. That was just supposed to be a one time thing, darling. If the drugs are affecting you that badly, I can leave you alone in the guest room. But I can also help give you something to flush those nasty drugs out. I know you must be uncomfortable."

It was important to her that her new guest was cared for and content, and even more so comfortable. But Paige couldn't provide that with her own body. She was wed and not only that, she was pregnant. Perhaps a point the young man seemed to have forgotten. "I'm quite flattered that you find me appealing, especially in my current state." She pushed his hand down gently upon her pregnant belly as if he wasn't already aware, to let him feel it firsthand in hopes that it would get him to back off willingly and understand how wrong this one. "You are a very handsome young man, Haya. I'm sure you can find any line up of girls and I might have looked your way when I was younger and unspoken for, but I'm married." She explained calmly, almost soothingly, as she stroked his hand again then tried to carefully pull it away from her body.

 

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He was quiet while she was still, sitting there. She was a beautiful creature, she had always been to him. Because she represented hope. A goddess of sort. And now he got to see her in an even more wonderous form; fallen. Because she had that kind of hue to her eyes that he'd seen on girls before he debased them, because he could see that they'd let it happen, and wanted it. To think his Nurse McCarthy was mortal, with red blood after all. And a wet pussy. He looked at the panties and swallowed at realizing she had been with him in that moment of arousal in the hospital. Which meant there was a world of pleasure available to him if he'd just take it. If he waited, she might just give it. A new side to her care-taking instincts. Though it was clearly wrong, too. He wasn't sure he cared, but he knew she had, in the past, when she corrected his hands and he'd even seen her chew out men who let their touches wander. Now she looked as though she was thinking about only that, nursing herself a bit. With her womanly rounds and softness subject to her own caresses, it almost looked as though she instinctively called to him to be his violent self with her, and just steal whatever he wanted from her. She had been his well of any kind of comforts, so far, hadn't she? Why shouldn't she be a source of entertainment as well? She was begging him to take advantage, to lead her astray from this perfect life - he looked around while squeezing her panties so hard he almost wrung the very telling stain back into moisture. Yes. He would love to become part of this suburban opulence. Unknowingly, or perhaps she did know, somewhere in her neglected body, she had invited him here to wreak havoc.

So he followed. He tried to concentrate on the maternal shapes as something of wonders of nature, but his mind was fast devolving into baser reflexes. He swallowed and thought it should be loud enough for her to hear, but she continued with her cleaning. Even when he was in there with her, she didn't notice him. He watched quietly as she lathered up. He got a better view of her from behind as the water made her glisten. This was primal, just them, naked. And while both were quiet, there was a truth he felt. Their bodies waited for more. He smiled to himself when his seed clung to her hard, and how her breasts moved when she dug in between them with the sponge to clean. He liked that he was hard to get rid of, once he'd settled. In her heart, he would never leave, he was sure. He had compromised his pure nurse with her own kindness. And then, when he locked around her, he felt her tense and he became more predatory about it, hugging in tighter, riding the ridges of her spine higher. Her ass had been tempting, and now he got to press harder against it to test its texture. A woman who worked on her feet like Paige would have so much cushion to offer. It made him mad with an impulse to try it out. It was his favorite hole, after all, but there was something endlessly alluring with a pregnant woman's cunt, too. She had already given him her breasts, after all, another great gift on the altar of her own debauchery was unearthed by him. He had so much more corruption for her.

When she turned he thought she'd reciprocate right away. But she had managed to lasso in whatever had flared and allowed him more reign in the hospital. It looked ingenuine when her rejection, however soft, came from a naked woman. He could easily construe it as something a woman just said so she could be absolved from participating in whatever he'd do next. If she wanted to play games, then he would best her. But as with saints like his Paige, she probably didn't know what she wanted. She was older than him, lived a life time longer, but she hadn't lived the kind of life he had. He had experiences she hadn't had. Her precision with medication from her training mirrored his own in hormones. Even very maternal females may be subject to their submissive genes, and their unknowing hungers to be ravaged. There was also a very enticing ore of fear in her hazel eyes that he wanted to burn brighter. He'd see if it'd melt into willingness in time. She had authority in this house, but it mattered very little since he was stronger. He remembered being able to control her by simply pinching her nipples, and how pliable she became when she held his cock. But when she turned he had already decided this would happen. He listened diligently and wore a face like all she said was right. His hand came down to caress her stomach, and squeeze it a bit at the places where the form would allow it. She was even engaging in more contact. If this was a rejection she was dooring a poor job, and so all the things she said only worked as spice rather than deterrent to the very inspired young wolf she had opened her pen for. He couldn't contain his grin by the end.

The hand went lower as he pushed into her, making sure she was nestled into the corner of her shower, his other hand pushed against the tile over her head to completely fence her in. His cock was resting on her stomach too, ridden up to poke at a tit at its full hardness. His caressing hand went lower, to the underside of her belly, and then lower still. From here her could see the reddened valley between her breasts where he'd christened her. Married. Pregnant. All those things made him want this more. She was trying to appeal to morals that had long since rotted in him. His hand finally cupped between her thighs as he looked into her eyes. He didn't wait to curl a finger into a cunt he knew would be slick for him. "You're soaked." he said, and they both knew it wasn't because of the water coming down overhead. His head dropped to whisper in her ear. "I thought you were someone I could trust." he said as he moved his hips back and forth, bumping her breast with the head and sliding over her belly with the underside. She liked to be a provider. Well, he'd rather she provide her pussy than such soft words. He had two fingers in her hormonal hole soon, sure to be squelching her honest, swollen folds.

If she tried to protest again, his lips would lock over hers to quiet her. It wouldn't be a ginger, loving lock. It'd be the feeding of his tongue into her lying mouth. His higher hand came down to grab her jaw as he finger and tongue fucked her. When he pulled his face away from hers, she should be well aware of his intensions. "Are you going to send me on my way," he asked and wore a bit of a vulnerable expression to further devastate her heart before he took her. "or are you going to do the responsible thing and take care of me?" he asked as slid his fingers our of her pussy, as though deciding it was time it be filled with something else.