FAZER LOGINWhore Nurse Bred in the Isolation Ward (part 5)Mara's POVTime stretched while the isolation room stayed dim and cold. My shoulders burned from the constant pull of the gauze. My wrists had gone from stinging to a dull, persistent throb. Between my legs his cum had cooled and thickened, a sticky reminder that trailed down over my ass and onto the sheet beneath me. Every small shift of my hips made more of it leak out. I could not close my legs. I did not try. The position he had left me in felt like an order that still held even though he was gone.The lock turned with a soft metallic click.My eyes opened. Elias stepped back inside and shut the door behind him. He looked exactly as he had when he left, scrub top neat, expression unreadable, the same detached calm he wore in the OR. Only his eyes had changed. They moved over me slowly, cataloguing the red marks on my wrists, the tremor still running through my thighs, the glossy mess be
Whore Nurse Bred in the Isolation Ward (part 4)Mara's POVMy back arched. A broken cry tore free. He did not slow. He fucked me with long, punishing strokes, each one designed to drive me higher while still denying the final fall. The bed frame rattled against the wall. The gauze bit deeper into my raw wrists. My legs shook in his grip.He leaned over me, chest pressing mine, mouth close to my ear.“Forty seven times I imagined this exact moment. You open. You begging. Me deciding when you get to come. You’re going to take every drop I give you and you’re going to keep it.”His hips snapped harder. The wet sound of his cock driving into my soaked cunt filled the isolation room. I was past pride, past quiet obedience. Tears slid down my temples into my hair. My voice cracked on every thrust.“Please… Elias… please I need…”He growled, low and possessive, and finally gave me what I had been denied. His thumb found my clit
Whore Nurse Bred in the Isolation Ward (part 3)Mara's POVMouth. Cunt. Mouth. Cunt. Each time he returned to my pussy he drove me higher than before, held me there with perfect control, then abandoned me the second my body tried to tip over. My voice grew ragged and the quiet obedience I had always worn like a second skin began to crack. Small, desperate sounds spilled out of me every time he left me empty. Please lived on the tip of my tongue and never quite made it past my teeth.Time blurred. The power kept failing and returning. Sometimes the only light was the red exit glow under the door, painting his shoulders and the wet length of his cock in dull crimson when he pulled free of me. I lost count of how many times he switched. My wrists were raw. My throat was sore. My cunt felt swollen, oversensitive, every brush of his fingers or the head of his cock sending sparks up my spine.He spoke through all of it, quiet and relentless.
Whore Nurse Bred in the Isolation Ward (part 2)Mara's POVIn the gloom, his face was all shadow and sharp edges. He never looked away from mine. Every time the light stuttered back he was still watching, still moving inside me with that same ruthless patience, as if he had all night and nowhere else to be.My shoulders burned. My wrists stung where the gauze rubbed raw. Between my legs I was soaked, the wet sounds of each thrust obscene in the quiet room. He reached down, thumbed my clit once. Just once, and the sharp spark of pleasure made my back arch off the mattress. A small, desperate noise slipped out. He smiled then, the smallest curve of his mouth, and pulled his hand away.“Not yet,” he murmured. “We’re just getting started.”He kept fucking me like that—slow, deep, relentless—while the hospital wing outside stayed empty and the lights kept dying and coming back to life. Every thrust drove the truth deeper into me: I h
Mara's POVHow many times had he imagined filling me?The question slammed into my skull the second the isolation-room door clicked shut behind us, sealing out the flickering corridor and the distant beep of monitors that still haunted the trauma bay. My hands still smelled of blood and antiseptic. My scrubs clung damp to my back. Dr. Elias Voss stood between me and the only exit, tall and still, the overhead light stuttering across the sharp planes of his face like it couldn’t decide whether to look at him or look away.I should have spoken. I should have asked what he needed, or why we were in an unused isolation room at 3:17 a.m. on a half-empty night shift. Instead I just stood there, quiet the way I’d always been quiet around him, heart hammering against my ribs like it already knew.He didn’t ask permission. He never did.“Scrubs off,” he said, voice low and clinical, the same tone he used when he ordered a clamp or a
Claire's POV Marcus moved behind me. His hand settled on the back of my neck again, the same controlling grip from the start of the night. “On your knees. Face me.” I pushed up from the table on shaky arms and turned. My ruined stockings tangled around my ankles as I sank to the floor. Cum still coated my cheeks and lips and dripped slowly down my breasts. He stood over me cock still half hard and shiny with my earlier release. “Clean it. Thoroughly. Every inch. Use your tongue.” I leaned in and licked from the base upward tasting the mix of us. The salt of his cum and the slick evidence of how hard I had come. He watched without speaking while I worked. I took the head into my mouth and sucked gently, swirling my tongue around the ridge. Then I licked down the shaft again and again until the skin was clean and wet only from my mouth. “Deeper,” he said. “I want to feel the back of your throat.” I opened wider







