Nurse (Adaigo X Anon)

>Aaaaa-choo!
>Urghblurgh...
>You are anon.
>You are sick.
>You're living with the Dazzlings.
>Actually they are living with you.
>You have the flu.
>They passed it on to you.
>Dammit, you avoid public transportation to avoid this!
>They were sick last week and you had to babysit them.
>They were adorable in their weakened state.
>You doubt you look as adorable right now.
>You sure feel miserable.
>Everything smells like sickness.
>Oh no, here comes another sneeze!
>A-!
>Your head jerks forth violently.
>-CHOOO...
>You block it with your hand just in time.
>Good thing too.
>Your hand is full of nasal discharge.
>Ugh, some of it is clinging on your days-old moustache.
>You take the toilet paper from your bedside table and cut a few pieces.
>You Wipe your hand clean and cut a few more pieces to blow your nose with.
>You blow your nose and let the balled paper fall to the floor.
>You hate to litter your place but you know what? You're sick, so fuck it.
>"Sonata? Sonataaaa."
>Your voice sounds different with your nose clogged.
>Sonata has established herself as the least defiant of the group.
>It's strange that she doesn't answer.
>Maybe she is out or otherwise occupied.
>But that's not how people think.
>People think they are more important than other things.
>That the other person is out is of no concern. They just didn't hear you.
>You shout, pissed that you have to.
>"SONATA!"
>You hear the sound of heels on the floor.
>That's odd. Sonata wears a pair of fuzzy sleepers you bought for her.
>Aria uses socks and Adagio flip flops.
>Aria and Sonata used to go barefoot till they got tired of the flak you gave them.
>"Sonata is out with Aria doing some grocery shopping..." comes a familiar voice.
>Adagio Dazzle.
>Her voice is soft like cotton, but her heart is rough like sandpaper.
>Pretty voice, pretty face, pretty rotten inside.
>"...but I'm right here with you."

>Adagio walks into your field of view.
>She is wearing a slutty nurse outfit.
>A cute little nurse hat sits on her head.
>A white corset is holding her breasts.
>A tiny skirt covers her beautyful ass.
>Her long legs are clad in white nylon stockings.
>She walks towards you with a different kind of confidence.
>Step by seductive step, she sways her hips gently left and right.
>You know how Lovecraft presents a sight that defies reality in order to drive his characters insane?
>This is what happenes now, but instead of crazy creepy, it's crazy hot.
>"So, how is our patient today?"
>You are lost for words.
>Adagio smiles at you.
>Her smile only broadens as time passes.
>"I...uh...need some juice" you finally tell her.
>You pump yourself with vitamins and dynamic music whenever you are sick.
>Heh, health potions.
>Adagio leaves and returns with a glass of orange juice.
>"Ah, thank you."
>You start to remove your arm from under your covers to take the glass but Adagio puts it on your limps rather than hand it to you.
>She is careful not to choke you, much unlike most people who do this.
>She takes the glass away from you before you finish.
>"Wait, I wasn't finished" you start to protest.
>Adagio drinks the last of the juice from the glass and leaves it on your desk.
>Adagio looks at you again with a smile.
>She licks her lips.
>She bends down slowly and gives you a deep, longing kiss.
>Her tongue slips into your mouth.
>It tastes like orange juice.
>You push your tongue against hers and lick it.
>Your tongues intertwine like the wet bodies of two lovers.
>She pulls back away from you.
>Your face is red like an easter egg and you feel like you are burning.
>Adagio giggles.
>"Oh my, you are burning with fever" she tells you.
>You can't help but smile.
>Your smile fades and your eyes widen as Adagio puts a nylon-clad knee between your legs and leans over you.
>Her cleavage is just a few centimeters away from your face.

>Your warm breath tickles her.
>Adagio puts a soft, cool hand on your forehead.
>"Oh my, you do have a high fever."
>Adagio gets off you and walks away.
>She returns with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and an electronic thermometer.
>"Sit up, anon."
>She helps you sit up.
>She removes your blouse and shirt.
>"What are you doing?" you ask her weakly.
>She puts her hand on your chest and gently pushes you back down.
>She caresses your chesthair, scratching it gently while she bites her lower lip.
>You feel a strange sensation in your chest.
>You feel aroused and ashamed at the same time.
>You are not comfortable with your nudity.
>Adagio seems to enjoy watching you squirm.
>She applies rubbing alcohol on you.
>She smiles as she rubs it on your chest and belly.
>Her hands are going up and down.
>Whenever the alcohol evaporates, she applies some more.
>It's coolness relieves you of the fever's uncomfortable heat.
>Adagio's touch and the cold make your nipples harden.
>Adagio circles your nipples with her fingernails.
>Her smile has changed into an evil grin now.
>She looks you in the eyes as she does this.
>You are too embarassed.
>You close your eyes.
>The circling stops.
>"Anon. Open your eyes and look at me."
>Her tone is different than a few seconds ago.
>It's not a request.
>It's a command.
>You obey and the circling resumes.
>Adagio keeps looking you straight in the eye.
>Your breathing is deeper now.
>You feel pinned and helpless.
>You are surprised to find it to your liking.
>Adagio stops.
>"Goood, now turn around."
>You obediently turn around.
>Adagio bends over you.
>Her hands grab your shoulderblades like you would grab a woman's ass.
>She rains passionate kisses down your spine.
>She pulls the covers and your pants down to reveal your ass.

>You start to protest but she resumes the kissing.
>She kisses and sqeezes your buttcheeks with vicious passion.
>She slaps them red.
>The sound of the slapping fills the room.
>It doesn't hurt much but you cry out in surprise at the first one.
>You recoil every time after that.
>Adagio laughs and bites you.
>She didn't try to cut a mouthful but she did bite down hard.
>All the while, she caresses the soft inside of your thighs as she pushes your legs open.
>Adagio takes the thermometer and licks it erotically.
>You are puzzled by the momentary respite from her attentions.
>Adagio slips the cold, saliva-lubricated thermometer up your anus.
>"EEEEEEEEEE!
>You scream a few octaves higher than normal.
>*Beep-Beeep!*
>"Your body temporature i-"
>"WHAT THE FUCK, ADAGIO!"
>Adagio frowns at your outburst.
>"...hold on, that can't be right. Let's try again."
>Adagio thrusts the thermometer up you ass again.
>She is considerably rougher.
>You shriek.
>*Beep-Beeep!*
>"You body temporature is..."
>Adagio pauses.
>You say nothing.
>"...39,2 celsius."
>Your ass hurts, naturally. Where did she even find a rectal thermometer?
>You pull the covers back up enough to cover your ass and turn around.
>You are now thoroughly disenchanted at the idea of being alone with her.
>You frown, feeling sick AND pissed.
>Adagio lies on the bed with you.
>It's a single bed so she lies mostly on top of you.
>She wraps her arms around you and rests her head over your heart.
>"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry I was so rough. It's just that I really like you..." she purrs as she rubs her cheek on your naked flesh.
>You say nothing.
>Her head moves up and down with your chest as you sigh.
>"Here, Anon. I'll make it up to you. I'll make you feel good for real this time."
>Still lying with you, Adagio pulls down the covers.

>Your beta insticts kick in. You feel threatened.
>"Woah, Adagio wha-"
>Adagio puts her index finger upon your lips for a moment.
>You feel a breeze on your dick as the covers are pulled away.
>Your dick is half flacid.
>You'd be fully erect if you weren't sick.
>Adagio moves her hand down and wraps her soft grip around your manhood.
>Instead of moving her hand up and down your shaft, she squeezes it gently.
>She squeezes it repeatedly, like a sphygmomanometer's air bubble.
>And like the brace of a sphygmomanometer, your penis gets harder and bigger.
>Adagio traces her index finger up and down the underside of your penis.
>She takes your tip between her index and thumb and twists it as if unscrewing the cap off a bottle to drink it's contents.
>She then plays by pushing your dick down and letting it spring back up.
>She pets you on the head with her other hand.
>"I always say you are cocky anon, but I had no idea you are *that* cocky. Mmmmm...Vainy too..."
>Adagio gives you a peck on the cheek.
>She forms a ring with her index finger and thumb and moves it up and down on your penis.
>It brushes against your glans.
>You swallow hard.
>"I know you like that...Your body is so...honest" she purrs in your ear.
>She grips your penis once again.
>"I wonder what it has to say about this..."
>She starts stroking you.
>Your penis fills the room with it's scent like a fragrant flower.
>Adagio breathes in your scent.
>Her stroking becomes faster and faster, much like your breathing.
>"Let it out, anon. I want to see it."
>You are trying to hold back for as long as possible.
>You wish this moment would last forever.
>She strokes you rougher and rougher.
>You can't hold back anymore!
>You tense up and explode.
>Squirt...squirt...squirt
>You ejaculate on your bubonic area and Adagio's hand.
>She giggles as she coerces every last drop of your thick milk out.

>You collapse back.
>Adagio smiles and rubs your semen all over your cock.
>"All this for me?" she mockingly asks you.
>She sighs happily and looks at you.
>"You are such a dirty, dirty boytoy. Let's clean you up."
>She reaches for the toilet paper and cuts a generous amount.
>She wipes her hand and then you.
>Your balls, your shaft, your tip and your lower belly.
>Adagio throws the paper down.
>It's balled and gooey like the others. It doesn't stand out.
>She looks at you.
>She smiles as she strokes your hair with her clean hand.
>It's a sirene, honest smile this time, full of kindness and appreciation.
>"Now relax and sleep. I'll be right here for you and when you wake up I'll give you a sponge bath."
>She rests her head on your chest once more.
>She pulls the covers over the two of you.
>You put your arm around her thin waist.
>Adagio hums you a lallaby.
>It's a slow, soothing melody.
>Concioussness leaves you.
>Right before blessed sleep overtakes you, Adagio whispers to you.
>"I love you, Anon."