The second round bled into a third, then a fourth.
Cecilia’s mind had long since stopped trying to count.
Mika fucked her like a man possessed, like every ounce of pent-up hunger he’d carried for years was being poured into her body.
He took her missionary, her ankles locked over his shoulders, cock spearing so deep she felt it in her throat.
He flipped her again, face down, ass up, pounding her from behind until her arms gave out and her cheek pressed into the soaked sheets.
He folded her sideways, one leg thrown over his shoulder, the other pinned to the mattress, opening her so completely that every thrust dragged a fresh squirt from her overstimulated pussy.
He lifted her clean off the bed, back to his chest, her legs spread wide in a full-nelson, feet dangling helplessly as he bounced her on his cock like she weighed nothing.
Cecilia had always thought sex was just for reproduction and relief: a biological function, a quick stress-relief, in and out, done.
But Mika proved her catastrophically wrong.
Each new position tore another scream from her raw throat and she squirted so many tis the hospital mattress was ruined, dark stains spreading beneath them like evidence of a cri.
The sa bed where she had checked on elderly patients, comforted crying children, held the hands of laboring mothers; now it was drenched in her juices and his cum, the room reeking of raw, filthy sex.
And she loved every second of it.
At so point dignity simply evaporated.
Now, standing on the floor, Mika had her impaled on his cock, her back pressed to his chest, legs forced wide by his strong hands under her thighs.
Cecilia’s head lolled against his shoulder, eyes rolled back, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth as she babbled:
"Fuck ! Fuck harder! Ruin this little pussy—make it yours! P-Please, Mika, don’t stop!"
He obliged, slamming upward so brutally her entire body jolted with each thrust, his mouth latched to her ear, sucking and biting the lobe while he growled filthy praise.
"That’s it, doctor. Scream for my cock. Let the whole floor know who’s wrecking you."
His cum was also everywhere: streaked across her back from the first load, painted over her ass from the second, dripping from her pussy in thick rivulets.
Every bit of her skin felt marked, claid, owned and this fulfilled the dark, dominant mandate of the Will of the World, leaving Mika feeling temporarily calm and powerful.
He felt like he could finally sleep like a baby after this imnse relief.
But jst as he was fucking her hard and considering the next position, Mika sensed sothing outside the door.
Though he usually tried to act as human as possible, he used his abilities for the sake of his privacy and Cecilia’s safety, constantly monitoring who was outside the room.
He saw several people pass by, minding their own business that is until...
...he suddenly sensed Fauna approaching.
It was clear she was headed directly for his door; soone must have told her he was here.
Mika panicked for a fleeting mont, thinking of throwing a sheet over Cecilia or yelling for her to cover up.
But then, a wave of defiant, possessive desire washed over him.
’Why should I hide?’
He couldn’t help but think this was the perfect mont to shatter her image of him.
He wanted to show Fauna that he wasn’t just us little baby boy Mika’ anymore; he was a fully appropriate man who could claim and command won.
He wanted to burn that image into her mind, once and for all.
’Let her see.’
’Let her finally understand I’m not her little boy anymore.’
He tightened his grip on Cecilia’s thighs, spread her even wider, and angled his hips so the next thrust punched a scream from her throat just as the door handle turned.
"I’m coming, Cecilia!" He snarled loud enough for the entire hallway to hear. "Gonna paint that pretty face—take it!"
He yanked out at the last second and his cock, swollen and angry red, erupted like a fountain.
"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"
Thick streams of cum shot upward, arcing through the air and splattering across Cecilia’s beautiful, flushed face: cheeks, lips, nose, eyelashes, even catching in her open, moaning mouth.
At the exact sa instant her pussy gushed one final, violent squirt, spraying the floor in a shimring arc.
"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"
And right then, the door swung open.
Fauna stepped in, bright and cheerful.
"Hey, Mika! I think it’s about ti we take your tests, I don’t want to—"
The words died in her throat.
Her eyes went wide, pupils shrinking to pinpricks.
There, in the bright hospital light, stood her son: naked, sweat-slick muscles gleaming, cock still pulsing out the last spurts of cum, veins throbbing.
Cecilia anwhile was held aloft in his arms like a ragdoll, legs obscenely spread, face and chest completely drenched in white, pussy still dripping onto the ruined floor, a fresh stream of cum sliding down her cheek.
For one second the room was perfectly silent except for Cecilia’s broken, blissful whimpers and the soft drip-drip-drip of sen hitting tile.
But the silence shattered when Cecilia finally broke out of her post-climax haze.
Her eyes cleared, and she looked forward, only to see her ntor and idol, Fauna, staring at her in utter shock, disbelief, and horror, her beautiful mouth wide open.
Cecilia instantly realized instantly what had happened and what her ntor had walked into and a wave of profound horror washed over her.
She couldn’t help but hold out a trembling, sperm-coated hand.
"Lady Fauna, please! Please, this is a minor misunderstanding! Don’t take it the wrong way, please, this—this..."
She wanted to give an explanation, but no excuses ca.
The simple truth was she had gotten completely carried away with Mika, wildly abandoning her duty in a hospital room.
She had no defense and she braced herself for Fauna’s inevitable mortification, shock, and violent reprimand.
Mika, too, expected utter devastation and a furious reaction.
But to both their shock, Fauna’s expression slowly shifted.
A deep blush crept up her neck, making her cheeks glow bright red. She then giggled awkwardly, a strange, nervous, high-pitched sound before saying,
"S-Sorry for interrupting!"
Fauna stamred, eyes darting everywhere except directly at them.
"You two...um...carry on! Cecilia, you’re on break anyway, right? And no one else is assigned to this room today, so...yeah! I’ll just—"
She stepped back, already pulling the door shut.
"—close this and pretend I saw nothing! Have fun you two! A-And just make sure to wear condoms to be safe!"
Click.
The door shut.
Mika blinked once, then twice until finally muttering in a dumbfounded manner,
"...Did my mom just tell us to keep fucking?"
"I-I think she did." Cecilia answered in a daze, unable to comprehend what just happened.
They had expected horror, fury, anything.
Not this cheerful, embarrassed permission to continue.
Mika personallly felt a deep, wrenching disappointnt.
He had pushed the boundaries to the absolute limit, seeking to shatter Fauna’s perception of him, and she had simply treated it like a slightly embarrassing but ultimately harmless romantic rendezvous.
His heart broke with the realization that he couldn’t even break Fauna no matter what he did.
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