章 29: ncubus Demonio – Sinful Story – Chapter 24: Hospitals... Man!
He never liked hospitals; the smell of the antiseptics and the sense of uncertainty caused his stomach to twist. He'd been in a few times before for various reasons, but it was always an unpleasant experience; he hated being surrounded by sick people who were suffering from something that could be cured with medicine or surgery if they had money enough.
Luna kicked his ass. The fight with Luna was less than three weeks ago, so he doubted that he would have to wait long before she came out, but he felt like he should stay close, just in case. It wasn't as though he knew what would happen once they got there: he had no idea if she was going to try and kill him again.
He was barely able to hurt that bitch, even when he fought her at his best. She wasn't some weak-ass sexy honey—she some kinda kung-fu killer wolf bitch warrior bitch who trained every day. She could probably kick his ass even now, and if she hadn't come up with the idea of using that damned magic knife, she'd have done it already.
He didn't like hospitals either. They made him feel weird. His own body felt off. He'd spent years avoiding them, not wanting to risk being caught or taken away somewhere. Now that he was here, he couldn't quite believe he was actually doing this.
The only reason he was alive was because of his demon blood, violent childhood, and his own ability to adapt. He'd been through too much, survived too much, and he was still kicking. That and his incubus aura making women horny.
"My poor baby!" Fiona hugged her son tight as she saw him walking towards his room through the glass doors at the end of the corridor. "How are you feeling?" She looked up into his face, tears welling in her eyes again.
"Mother... I'm fine" Django responded quietly. It wasn't true though; he felt like death warmed over—he hadn't slept since yesterday morning when he woke up screaming because someone had tried to kill him. The pain in his head still throbbed every time he moved, and he knew there would be bruises on his body soon, probably from where he'd fallen off the wall last night after seeing the ghostly image of that bitch trying to strangle him. But he didn't want to worry his mother any more than necessary, so instead, he smiled down at her and patted her hand gently.
Plus the feeling of her breasts on him is something that he really doesn't need right now. At least he won't worry about being attracted to his birth mother anymore.
Thank God.
Grandma still a problem.
She sniffled and dabbed at her nose with one of her long-fingered hands. "I know you're not okay." Her voice cracked slightly. "You've got two black eyes and your lip's bleeding—"
Django winced. His mouth hurt too much to speak properly. "It'll heal," he said lamely. "Remember I'm half-demon and we heal quickly."
"Oh yes, you are such a tough guy," she said sarcastically. "And yet you fell off the wall. It was a good thing I went back up to get the key for you when I did, or who knows what might have happened to you.
Then she turned back to look out of the window at the view beyond, looking far away and sad. "But don't worry I got something to cheer you up! Now I know you lost—"
"I didn't lose shit! That bitch just got lucky!" Django spat angrily, making Fiona flinch and turn around quickly.
"—your bag, which has all our stuff in it, including my phone, but I found some cash hidden behind the couch cushions this afternoon while we were cleaning. So please don't feel bad about losing anything else, darling. We can get new things later, once everything calms down..." She stopped talking abruptly. Django watched her carefully as he waited for her next words. When nothing came, he glanced up at the nurse standing beside their bed and raised an eyebrow questioningly. The woman frowned briefly, then shook her head.
"Aye Ma, you gotta get me out of here," Django said.
She blinked at his demand, "What?"
"People here be trippin' man, they refusing to let me go," he said angrily, tightening his grip, "And I'm sure that big bitch spiked my water".
Fiona's jaw almost hit the floor. "That bitch?! What did you say?!"
"Don't make no difference what I said, they won't listen to reason," Django shrugged. "They think I'm crazy, and that's why I'm lying here, getting treated like a mental patient."
"Do you want a pudding from the cafeteria?" she offered, trying to change his bad mood. "They're not so bad,"
"Hell nah! I don't want puddin' from the cafeteria!" he snapped at her. "What I want is to get up the hell out of here. These fools want to keep me here for two more weeks. It's just another way for these assholes to try and fuck us over, and I ain't having none of that!"
The nurse looked uncomfortable. "I'm sorry Mr. Whitmore, but your doctor will have to sign off on your release first. They're waiting for the results of some tests he wants to do on you. If those come back normal, then you should be able to leave tomorrow evening, perhaps even earlier."
"Fine, whatever, just fucking give me my damn pills already! So can I flush 'em down the golden throne!" he snapped irritably.
The woman frowned. "You're going to have to calm down, sir. And you have to take your prescription pills."
Django glared at her. Purple pupils glowin' at the fresh target in front of him. So far, he has only been surviving on the lust energy from the doctors. "Fuck that. I don't wanna take these things."
"Then I shall call security," she warned. "You will be in trouble if you don't take them."
"Shawty, you have that mouth. Think very carefully 'bout what you say to me," Django said next to the short woman. His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Cause I don't like being told what to do, and I'm not taking those pills."
She stiffened and swallowed hard. "Alright," she squeaked.
"Now strip!" Django ordered her, making her flinch.
She hesitated. "What?"
"Take off ya clothes, now!" Django snarled at her. "I want to see how beautiful you look without them!" He stared at her intently as he spoke, daring her to defy him. "Do it, or I'll do it myself!"
She took a step back in shock. "You wouldn't dare!"
Django didn't respond. Instead, he moved closer to her and shoved her against the nearest wall, causing her to gasp as she was forced to press her back against it. He leaned over her, his face only inches from hers. "If I wanted to hurt you, I'd have done it by now. So don't play games with me, you little slut. Take off your clothes!"
Still shaking, the woman slowly reached behind her back and undid her bra. She hooked it off of her arms and threw it aside, then unbuckled her belt and unzipped her jeans.
"What's wrong? You think I'll get angry?" Django said, a cruel smirk forming on his lips as he stared at her naked flesh. The woman's hands were trembling as she tried to undo her button and pull down the zipper of her denim pants. When she finished, she shakily pulled her pants off and kicked them away, then turned her back to him.
"Go on, show me," Django said. "Let me see the goods!"
Slowly, the woman turned around and began to walk over towards him, her steps unsteady and her heart pounding hard in her chest. Her eyes met his, and she saw a fire burning in his gaze that made her shudder. A shiver ran through her body, making her nipples harden in the cool air. She crossed her arms over her breasts and bent over at the waist, presenting him with the sweetest ass and cleavage she could manage.
"Yes, just like that, lovely, you're a real tease, aren't you? You like being seen like this, don't you?" he murmured. "Just stand there, don't move, and don't forget to spread those pretty legs of yours."
"Well, I'm going home now... Make you pay the woman Django" Fiona waved a wad of bills at him.
"Aight" Django answered, turning his head away from his mother and looking back to the nurse. "Hey bitch, wanna make some paper?"
"How... How much are you?" the woman asked nervously.
"It's been a while since I got laid. So I gave 10G's for every cumshot I give ya" Django offered the woman nurse.
"What?! Ummm... Yes. Of course!" she said happily, her voice breaking slightly at the high price, "If that's what you want."
Django nodded. "Thanks, babe," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Sorry 'bout the dirty talk. Just want to see if I could do it."
The incubus looked up and down the half-naked nurse. Not bad she looks tasty enough. "So before we do this. And we ARE doin' this. Ya got a boyfriend, girlfriend?" He asked her.
"No."
"Good. So before I get started. Let me just ask you one thing. Do you like your havin' your cervix penetrated?"
She blushed. "Uh... Yeah," she said nervously.
There are upsides to being an incubus. You can always feel out on what women like in bed... The consent need for sex is kinda annoying, and most times, women will be flattered. And if they're not, well, you just try again until you find one that likes it.
"Great, that's good. I can't wait to hear you moan," he replied, flashing his brilliant smile at her. "But first, you gonna strip your bra and panties, or am I gonna have to do it for ya?"
"Um... are you really going to pay me if I do?" She asked him one more time, glancing at the bills in his hand.
Django laughed and pulled her closer to him. "Aye, I sure am! Now get on yer knees and let me see that fine ass."
She sighed deeply and obeyed his command. She dropped down to her knees and quickly unclasped her bra and tossed it to the side. Django took hold of it and examined the lacy white garment carefully. He sniffed it. Smelled like strawberries and whipped cream. He smiled, then placed it gently on top of a nearby table. He was about to reach up to grab her panties when the woman suddenly grabbed his hand.
"Wait," she breathed. "I have something you should see."
"Okay, you better not be bluffing me now!" Django warned her. "What you got?"
She opened her purse and took out a small red velvet box. "I have a pair of nipple clamps."
He raised an eyebrow and took the box. "Nipple clamps? Are ya serious?"
"Oh, I'm very serious," she said calmly.
"Oh, so you like that kind of stuff, eh?"
"Yes."
"What else you got?" he demanded. "You ain't just trying to tease me now, are you?"
Her cheeks grew pink. "I have something else inside here," she said, reaching into her purse again. "Something to make you really hard." She pulled out a small bottle of massage oil.
Django stared at her in disbelief. "You're kidding me, right? This is what you're trying to sell me with? What is that crap?"
"It's oil that increases sexual sensitivity. I use when-" That let out a shocked moan when Django sucked one of his fingers in her ass. The feeling was WAY better than her oil. "Wh.. Wha... What the fuck!"
"Just sayin'..." Django replied with a smirk.
"What did you just do?... "
The nurse doesn't have much time to ask, because two things happen in quick succession. First, the mysterious 'bad boy' patient of hers… sinks his sizable cock right into her waiting pussy. She lets out a mewling whimper. "What are these bumps I'm feeling!"
"The bumpy bits are somethin' nice right ya! Always make girls moan like a bitch in heat!" Django says, "Ya don't have any idea what to expect down here, do ya?"
She shakes her head.
"That's too bad, 'cause I got a whole lot more planned for ya!" He laughs at her. "Ya don't know the half of it bitch."
"Don't call me a bitch," The nurse said, panting. "I'm not some beastwoman or orc hussie for you to mount and sleep with."
"Nrgh, Human, beast, orc who cares." the injured man slurred out. "You're all going to be bitches to me, anyway."
The nurse whimpers, as she feels him thrusting into her, forcing her body to move with him, as he fucks her. As he does, she looks over her shoulder and sees the box of clamps in his hand. "No... No! Don't put those on me! I didn't take in count of how big you are."
"Relax. I just want ta see how sensitive ya are." He laughs. "Now let's see just how much ya love a lil' pain, alright? I don't wanna hurt ya. I'm just tryna see how much ya like bein' fucked like a cheap whore."
"I'm not a whore!" The nurse says.
"No? Well, you're damn close to being one, girl!" He laughs again, his voice booming as he takes control of her. She knows she's in danger at this point. But at the same time, she can't help but feel herself getting wetter. He's forcing her to submit to him. To open up to him. "I'll bet ya even like it, don't ya? Ain't no shame in admitin' that! I mean, you're not exactly in a position to deny it. So why not admit it? Admit you like bein' fucked by a real man! You like a good hard fucking!"
"Shut up and fuck me, you freak!" She grunts out, moaning softly when he begins to pound into her. "Christ," The nurse inhaled. "I-it's massive."
"Well duh" Django snickered a bit before his tone went dead serious. "Get ready, slut. I'm going to resize you."
Then Django begins to really fuck the nurse picking her up. The incubus starting to thrust in and out of her in a way the nurse clearly isn't quite ready for. It seems like every time he pounds into her she moans and gasps in surprise. "I-it too much. Stop," She whines out. "Stop! I've never felt anything like this!
The nurse never had sex like this. She wonders how the hell is able to fuck her standing like this when he is injured. God she cumming again! She can't help but scream out in pleasure. The woman's breasts jiggle up and down. Her breathing starts to deepen. Her is twisted up and sees him staring down at her. She suddenly realizes how close he's getting to her face. She glances up at him with lustful eyes. She then suddenly drops her gaze. "What are you doing?"
"Nothin'," Django whispered back to the woman. "Just admirin' my work."
"D-Don't talk, i-idiot… just FUCK ME!"
Django nods… and follows her orders to a Tee. The nurse's eyes go wide as he thrusted deeper into her from below. She positively HOWLS as he starts to really move his hips. Django laughs As he fucks her, as she bounces up and down on his cock, there's nothing the brown-haired nurse can do but let him fuck while standing, unable to escape his grasp. Moaning wantonly, jolting and shuddering with every breath, the nurse whines quite keenly… only to suddenly be muffled when Django move his head toward and place lips fall on her own.
The woman opens her eyes and sees the incubus's lips on hers. She gasps, trying to pull away. K-Kissing?! No one had said anything about kissing! She wasn't… she didn't want him to KISS her! But why the hell is this teenager so good at it!
When they finally pull apart for air, the nurse is left panting and flushed even as she scowls at him.
"W-Who told you to kiss me, Mr Whitmore!?"
Grinning unrepentantly, almost lazily, Django just kisses more answering between each time his lips on her.
"'Cause I want to kiss you... And I do what I want" Django said with a smirk.
"I'm not a ... I'm! I don'!..."
"Sure ya do," he smirked again, "If you weren't a whore, you wouldn't be screamin' so loud for me to fuck ya harder. You're not a whore."
"Fuck you!" She says, gripping his arm with her hands as he thrusts into her. "I'm NOT a whore! I'm a doctor in training!" She whimpers in pleasure.
All the while, his big fat cock continues to stretch her insides. She didn't expect to be utterly ruined for any other man… she just didn't expect a sixteen-year-old to ruin other men for her at the same exact time. Eyes rolling back in her head, the nurse cries out and squeals as she orgasms for the fifth time on the teen's cock.
"Is this what ya want?" Django asks her, smiling at her, enjoying the moment. "You want me to keep fuckin' ya like this? You like bein' fucked by a guy as big as me?
the brunette comes from her high only to find his lips on hers again… but this time, she is kissing the big dicked pervert back, her legs dangle in the air as he pistons in and out of her and makes her cum her brains out again and again upon his cock.
They kiss and they fuck and it… it's more than the nurse ever thought she'd get. She's DROWNING in pleasure. The rich teenager patient of hers could do whatever he wanted to her right now, and she really wouldn't care. And despite that… despite that, he eventually pulls back from her mouth, looking at her seriously as he slows his pumping in and out of her quim.
"Aye... I'm gettin' close… want me to pull out?"
The nurse shivers… and then shakes her head vehemently.
"N-No! Inside… cum inside of me!" She pants out. "Cum in me! Please!"
The incubus chuckles and nods, grinning, he carries her into his private bathroom… where he lays her down on the bathroom counter, bending over her body.
She moans, begging him, as he begins to hammer into her. His strokes grow longer and harder. Faster. And soon, he's making her cum again. He doesn't stop until he's spent himself in her pussy… but not before, he bends down and takes one of her nipples in his teeth and bites down on it lightly.
Django huffed like a bull "I hope it's your safe day, otherwise, you might have a black-haired baby growing inside of you soon."
He cums inside of her, but of course, she going to get pregnant! Maybe... His seed splatters inside of her womb, the incubus smirking like a demon he is, before he climbs off of her. The woman lies there on the counter, panting heavily.
The nurse's womb is stuffed to the absolute brim with his cum, and then some. As he stares at his work the brunette and throws her on her back, she looks up at him with an expression of pure wonder on her face… and, were those heart-shaped pupils in her eyes?!
"Ok... that's 10K... wanna make more?" Django asked his cock showing no signs of shrinking anytime soon.
"I-I need… I need a minute," The nurse replies, her eyes wide, her chest rising and falling heavily.
"Ya sure? Cause I'm not stopping."
"Y-Yes… yes! I-I need a second! A full minute! Just give me a second! Please!" She begs.
Django smiles at her in approval.
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