STILL IN NURSE JOY'S ROOM,
Inside the room, the air was heavy and hot, thick with the raw scent of sex.
Ash had Misty bent over the edge of Nurse Joy's bed.
Her palms pressed hard into the tangled sheets, back arched high, offering herself completely.
Sweat gleamed across her tanned shoulders and down the smooth curve of her spine, pooling for a moment in her lower back before sliding off the side.
Ash's fingers were twisted tight in her damp orange hair, gripping it like reins.
Every time he snapped his hips forward, he tugged her head back just enough to make her gasp.
Her body rocked with his in perfect, desperate rhythm.
Each deep thrust sent fresh beads of sweat rolling over her golden skin and tore another raw, needy moan from her throat.
The wet, rhythmic slap of his hips against her pale ass echoed through the small room, steady and unyielding, like a heartbeat made of pure lust.
"Ah! A~Ash~ ~ ~ harder~ ~!"
Her dripping pussy clenched around him greedily, juices running down her thighs as she pushed back to meet every stroke.
The door clicked open.
Nurse Joy stepped halfway inside, one hand still on the handle.
She had hurried back because, while working, she had suddenly realized she wasn't wearing any undergarments at all (no panties, no bra, nothing).
Even stranger, an unbearable, burning itch had started between her legs the moment she left Ash's side, growing worse with every minute.
She wanted to ask him what was happening to her body, why she felt so hot and empty.
Then she saw them.
The sight and the thick, heavy scent of sex slammed into her like a wave.
Ash was still buried deep inside Misty, hips rolling in slow, powerful thrusts.
Misty's tanned back glistened with sweat, broken moans spilling from her lips.
Nurse Joy's face flushed a deep, blazing crimson before she could even take another step or close the door and leave the room.
The itch between her thighs exploded into liquid fire.
Her nipples stiffened painfully against the thin fabric of her uniform dress, and a fresh rush of slick heat soaked her bare pussy and dripped down the inside of her trembling legs.
She froze in the doorway, thighs squeezing together, a soft, helpless whimper slipping out.
Ash glanced over his shoulder mid-thrust, still buried in Misty, and a slow, knowing grin spread across his face.
She hasn't eaten in almost two days, he thought. She must now also be starving for it too.
Unlike Officer Jenny and Jessie who had become his slaves only yesterday, Nurse Joy… she had become his slave almost two days ago, the same day as Misty.
But what even Ash didn't fully understand yet was the true depth of his system's power.
Any woman carrying his child, no matter how early, became bound to the invisible aura that radiated around him.
Inside that range, her body would turn into the perfect incubator: every craving magnified ten times over, every hormone screaming for the one thing that could nourish the tiny life growing inside her.
The unborn baby, still smaller than a grain of rice, demanded the nutrients and the energy only its father's seed could give, to make it different from normal kids.
Whenever its father was near, the tiny life hijacked its mother's mind and body without mercy.
A sudden flood of heat, a clench deep in her belly, thoughts scattering like startled birds until nothing remained but one burning, biological need: to be filled again, bred deeper, claimed over and over until the little life inside her was satisfied.
Nurse Joy didn't know it was the baby's fault her body was reacting like this.
She only knew her mouth was watering, thick and helpless, and her pussy was throbbing so hard it hurt, a deep, aching pulse that matched every slow thrust Ash drove into Misty.
Each wet slap of skin against skin echoed straight between her own legs, as if his cock was splitting her open instead, and the stretch made her knees tremble.
Nurse Joy's hand was already sliding under her skirt, eyes glassy, breath coming in shallow pants as she stared at Ash's slick, pounding cock disappearing again and again into Misty's trembling body.
Ash's pace quickened, hips slamming hard and deep. Misty's whole body shook with every thrust, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
"I… I'm… Ash… I'm cumming…!"
Misty's cry cracked in the air. Her back arched off the bed like a bow drawn tight, every muscle seizing as her pussy clamped down around him in fierce, rolling waves.
Hot juices surged out of her, splashing down his shaft and soaking his balls, dripping onto the sheets in messy, glistening pulses.
The instant he felt her spasm milk him, Ash let go. A low and deep groan tore from his throat as he slammed forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt.
His cock throbbed hard, then erupted: thick, hot ropes of white flooding straight into her womb, pulse after heavy pulse, pumping her full until the pressure forced creamy streams back out around his buried length, running down her thighs in slow, lewd streams.
Misty's voice shattered into a broken, blissful wail, "Ahhh… so good… so hot… I love it…!"
The words melted into a trembling whimper as her arms finally buckled.
Misty collapsed face-first into the pillow.
Her body shook with hard aftershocks, thighs twitching uncontrollably, a thick, steady trickle of his cum already seeping from her swollen, flushed folds, pooling warm and white beneath her.
Ash drew out slowly, deliberately, letting every inch drag against her fluttering walls.
His cock slipped free with a wet, obscene sound, still rigid and gleaming with their mixed juices.
A heavy, pearly strand of cum stretched from the tip, clinging for a heartbeat before it broke and fell in a slow drip onto the soaked sheets.
The moment his cock left her, Misty's body gave out completely.
She collapsed flat onto the bed, another slow river of seed leaking from her swollen, hairy pussy.
He turned toward the door, chest rising and falling in deep, steady breaths, eyes already fixed on the woman standing there.
Nurse Joy stood frozen in the doorway, skirt bunched around her waist, fingers still frantically rubbing her soaked pussy. Her eyes were locked on his slick, cum-coated length.
Ash gave a gentle smile to Nurse Joy, pointing his cock toward her.
"You look hungry," he said as he stepped out of bed and stood on the ground.
Joy's body moved before her mind could reply. In one smooth motion her uniform hit the floor.
Naked, skin flushed rose, full breasts bouncing with every step, she crossed the room and sank to her knees in front of him.
His cock hovered inches from her face, still dripping.
Soft pink lips parted instantly, wrapping around the head, tongue swirling to greedily lick up Misty's juices and the last traces of his load.
Ash slid his fingers into her silky pink hair and guided her forward, slow and steady, until her nose pressed to his pelvis and her throat fluttered around him with a muffled, desperate moan.
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I didn't like this new writing style. I don't care if my writing looks like it's second grade level, I prefer how I write. From the next chapter onward, I'll go back to writing in my own style, with proper smut scenes and lots of sensory details.
I can still try to CAPITAL some words properly.