Rainmae

It had been about five days . . . Five days and you weren't around. Jack had told the other handlers he wasn't tolerating this. He sat there getting more irritated by the day. You didn't mention leaving . . . Were you seeing fin? Rage filled him with that idea, you had smelt like him previously.

The door opened and you were tossed in roughly, you clawed the door. What in the world . . . You'd never showed your tail or ears before but there you were. Fully naked, yowling at the door.

“Please!” You screeched, “just take you fucking pants off, I'll be good!” The monster blinked in confusion, who was this!? It looked like you, a little swettier and disheveled but still you. This thing sounded like you as well but your voice was more. . . Like honey, this voice was scruffy from yelling. You were never this crude before! You even . . . Oh!

When he got closer the smell hit him first, fermented, irn rich. It was clear you were in heat. At first heat krept up his spine, he saw red as he tried to quiet the rage. Then, seeing you so desperate, crying for some kind of relief he felt a ping of sympathy.

When jack realized blood was coming from your nails he step in. You had clawed so hard at the door your nails were tearing. The large man took your hands from the door. You didn't resist, instead you took all of your attention off of the door and onto him.

Swiftly he sat you on the table, bandaging your fingers. Pouts and whines came from you, it was clear you were struggling. "Poor thing," he cued, an edge of sharpness to his voice. When he finished bandaging your fingers he dipped a hand down, spreading your legs.

You had only been on the table for maybe five minutes. Five minutes was all it took for your slick to pool on the table. Everything in him wanted to stick it into your tight, wet folds and fuck you out of your heat. Instead he pressed a massive finger. against your clit. A whimper ripped through you.

Your hands grabbed at his jacket for support. Slowly he sank a claw into you. Your feet curled, ears flipped back, the stretch took your breath away. He had always seen you as this mousey quiet person but right now? After he slid in and out once?

You were screaming in bliss. Eyes rolling back, a blush on your face. Mouth open with a little drool falling from you. Your chest heaved, then when he scraped your g-spot you went quiet. A sharp smirk spread on his face . . . Found it . . . He abused the spongy area.

when you took a deep breath in it was over. Your moans and screams stopped. All he heard was a "ha-a," as your walls spasmed around him. Your grip loosened when you lost control, seeing white as ecstasy washed over you.

Was it really that easy? He thought watching you come down from your high. "Please but a baby in me,” you whispered. That simply wouldn't do, it was clear you needed to be put in your place.

The pace he made deepened, “look at you, so despite for attention, you were begging at the door a minute ago! What makes you think I want a desperate woman to bare my children?” Your walls clamped him . . . You couldn't answer, he was never this mean before. "If any man is good enough to give you a baby then go on. Find one."

For dramatic flair he stopped, slowly taking his finger out of you. "No," you cried, trying desperately to hold him close to you. Tears threatened to fall from your face. "Jack please I'm sorry, please please please."

The man rolled his eyes before continuing, "honestly, your no better then a three hole fucktoy.” There was a pause, the sound of your slick filling the room. “Nothing to say? No apology for being no better then my cum Rag? Do you even know why you were sorry a minute ago?” Still nothing.

He was feeding off of your grief and pleasure. “are you just going to sit there?” He didnt wait for a response, “what are you?” “A-a cum Rag,” you squeezed. “I can't hear you! You can wine like a pathetic child but can't repeat what I just said to you?” “You took a deep breath in, “I'm a cum Rag.”

“how many other men have you had running through you?” You took in a sharp breath, trying to form a sentence. “Dumb slut can't think? Your lucky I'm doing this much for you.” “no, your the only one," your words were slowed and slurring.

Ever since learning of the monstrous nature of the circus, you had made it a point to avoid it entirely when you were on your period. The last thing you needed to deal with on top of cramps was needing someone to calm Doctor from his bloodlust, or Pierrot tearing up while trying to find where you were ‘hurt.’ So far, you had managed to be successful, but you knew your days of peace during your period were over when Pierrot and Harlequin managed to convince Jester to let you tag along with the circus as their ‘pet.’ You had a hard enough time avoiding them while you had your own apartment to go home to; living with them made that task entirely impossible. 

When you saw the ‘diva cup’ on the shelf during one of the rare times you were out on your own, you didn’t hesitate to grab it. In your mind, the scent of blood might be harder to trace with that instead of a tampon or a pad? You had no clue if there was any science behind the idea, but still, it was enough for you to risk it. 

Anxiety gripped you as you walked into Pierrot’s tent, but when he gave no indication that he noticed anything amiss, you relaxed a bit. Later, when Harlequin also didn’t notice, your guard had gone down completely. You were grateful the solution was something so simple. 

You had nearly forgotten what time of the month it was when you entered Doctor’s tent. His main tent wasn’t open for his ‘show’ tonight, so you met him in his lab tent, where he did most of his actual experiments. He kept many hidden from you, really for your own sake, but he also freely shared much of what he did with you, especially if it was something he thought might interest you or something he needed help with, like today. 

As you entered the lab, you noticed it was completely dark, aside from the bright scialytic lamp shining over an empty exam table. Doctor was standing next to the table, his gaze glued to you as he walked closer. You were used to his offputting behavior by now, finding nothing out of the ordinary as you greeted him. 

“Hey Doc!” you chirped sweetly as you walked up next to him. He gave a curt nod of his head in greeting. “So, what do you got for me today?” you asked, glancing around to see if you could see anything outside of the circle of light the two of you were in. You frowned, realizing the only thing was the exam table and the small tray holding his clipboard, an IV kit and what you thought might be a few vials. Seeing no experiment, you realized today was one of the days you were the experiment. 

“I was hoping to run a few tests on you, sweetie,” he said casually. You nodded, though you did wince slightly. Needles were never your favorite. 

Doctor motioned for you to sit on the exam table, and you obeyed the command, hopping on the table as your legs dangled off of it. You felt two large, gloved hands grab a hold of you, and you relaxed instinctively, knowing he would position you how he wanted you. The hand on your hip held you stable while the hand around your shoulders guided you back until you were laying down, the cool metal feeling nice against your heated skin. You shifted a bit to get comfortable before going lax again, content to let him do what he had to do. 

“I’m starting with a bit of blood from you, my dear patient,” he informed, wrapping the tourniquet around your upper arm. You winced, knowing what was to come, but Doctor was always a good stick. No matter how impossible your veins wanted to be, he always got his target in one try. The actual stick was clean and painless, and he connected the vial to the needle, watching with intrigue as it filled with your blood. 

He was normally silent during blood draws, likely to contain his own blood lust. He was so well versed with the task, you doubted it was for concentration. So, when his voice cut through the silence of the room, you jumped on instinct. 

“Were you going to inform me you are menstruating, sweetie?” he asked coolly, pulling the now full vial from the needle. You winced a bit at the odd feeling. 

“How do you know it’s my period and not the blood in the vial?” you asked. Did the other two just not say anything..?

“I’m not smelling your blood, little one,” he said, his tone slightly amused. “The estrogen and progesterone in your system are significantly lower than your baseline, and your sleep last night was of considerably low quality,” he explained. You moved to sit up in alarm, but he calmly pushed you back down. 

“How do you know how I slept?” you asked, unsure if you even wanted the answer. Doctor chuckled, removing the needle as he pressed a cotton swab to the site, ensuring any bleeding was contained. 

“Irrelevent,” he hummed in response. You groaned. 

“And the hormones- is that a hunch or are you testing that right now?” you asked incredulously. 

“I can smell the decline, dear patient,” he replied, as if it were the most casual thing in the world. 

God, you hated living with monsters. Even your hormones had no privacy. 

“I didn’t find it important, so no, I wasn’t going to say anything,” you said, answering his previous question a bit snappier than you meant to, if only because of your now rattled nerves. 

“Are you always this irritated during this time of the month?” he asked, and you would have swung on him if you didn’t catch the hint of amusement in his tone. 

“God forbid I’m a little tense after being told you watch me while I sleep,” you grumbled out, moving again to sit up. Just like before, he pressed his palm to your chest, keeping you laying down. 

Your eyes flitted to Doctor nervously as he pinned you down with ease. Clearly, he had other things planned during this ‘experiment.’ “Lie still for me, sweetie,” he murmured, before turning and grabbing the vial of your blood, walking it over to the centrifuge. He carefully disinfected the outside of the tube before setting it in, counterbalancing it and turning it on. You winced at the rough hum of the machine, but you knew he couldn’t let the vial sit without compromising the results, so you bit your tongue at the unpleasant sound for now. 

Once the samples were being processed, Doctor walked over to the table you were on. He shed his leather gloves, exposing the dark red of his skin, his long, black claws glinting in the light. Any rational person would be at the very least scared at the sight, but you found your heartbeat quickening for another reason. If Doctor noticed, he didn’t say anything, instead putting on the blue nitrile gloves you’d expect from an actual medical professional. 

“Do you experience breast tenderness during your cycle?” he asked, one hand teasing at the hem of your shirt. You glanced to the side, taking a deep breath to calm yourself before meeting his gaze again.

“Sometimes,” you answered vaguely. Doctor hummed, trailing his hand up your shirt. You could feel the warmth of his hand through the material of the glove, making you shiver involuntarily. 

Doctor held your gaze as his hand brushed against your chest. “If you feel any discomfort, inform me, my sweet patient,” he said. You nodded. 

At first, his movements were clinical, professional, so much so you felt guilty at the warmth pooling in your tummy. His touch was just firm enough to feel, but light enough to make you want to arch into his hand, to feel more of him. You fought the urge, willing yourself to stay professional. You were proud of yourself for being able to keep your breathing even, your heart rate mostly under control, until your faux calm was broken by the feeling of the tip of his claw tracing over your nipple. You hissed in a breath before clenching your jaw, looking away.

Doctor paused his ministrations, not hesitating to point out your reaction. “Something wrong, dear patient?” he asked. You glanced back at him, though this time you were considerably more sheepish than before. 

“A little sensitive,” you replied, sounding more breathy than you wanted. Your eyes widened as his clawed moved over your nipple again, a bit firmer this time. The sharp feeling contrasted with his gentle touch, and his previous teasing did nothing to help your sensitivity. A soft moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks as he paused his movements again. 

“There’s no need to be shy,” he whispered, his reassuring tone only making you feel warmer. “You do seem to be quite flushed though. Are you perhaps feverish?” he asked, pulling his hand from your shirt to instead feel the warmth of your forehead. You pouted slightly at the lack of stimulation, but ultimately you were grateful. 

“Just warm,” you said halfheartedly before taking a deep breath, allowing yourself to think for the first time since he began touching you. 

Doctor nodded at your response. He moved away from the exam table for a moment to mark something down in his notes before turning back to you. His claw traced the curve of your jawline, barely short of breaking the skin. “You humans are so sweet, so fragile…” he remarked. His free hand rested at your inner thigh, and you found your legs spreading to accommodate him. When he spoke again, you could hear the smile in his voice. “Though, in all of my studies, I find that you’re an exceptionally needy case,” he mused, rubbing the palm of his large hand up your thigh, letting it rest at the apex of your hips. It took everything in you not to rock your hips towards him, to silently beg for more. 

“Maybe it’s just my period,” you offered, making Doctor chuckle. 

“Oh? And what of the last time you were in here? How do you account for your respiratory rate picking up a considerable degree when I strapped you down a bit too tight?” he asked. He curled his fingers in just slightly, letting his claws tease your sensitive skin over the fabric of your jeans, making you jerk under his touch. 

“Could’ve been fear,” you shrugged. 

“Mm, it could have been, but there wasn’t enough adrenaline…” he purred out. He leaned down closer, until the beak of his mask just barely brushed your lips, the cyan of his goggles taking over your vision. “You’re a smart little human, hm? Can’t you come up with a more fitting diagnosis?”

You held your breath, trying desperately to fight off your growing need. Unfortunately, it was a losing battle, especially when his hand trailed up your body slowly, smoothing his fingertips over your lower tummy. He succeeded in his task to rile you up, a sigh of amusement leaving him as you jerked into his touch, wanting more. 

“I’m aroused. Happy?” you said, a bratty tone in your voice. You were embarrassed to admit such a thing to him of all people, but you knew he wouldn’t let up until you did. 

“Very,” he responded. He moved back, giving you space to breathe as he took off his exam gloves. You eyed him hesitantly, unsure of what he had planned. 

“What are you doing?” you asked in a small tone. Doctor glanced down at you, his expression unreadable thanks to his mask. 

“What kind of doctor would I be if I didn’t treat my dear, sweet patient?” he purred rhetorically. He sat on his swivel stool, rolling it over beside the exam table. He brought one hand to the button of your pants, undoing it as well as the zipper. You laid completely still, not moving even an inch to help him in his task, something he took notice of. “Upset?” he asked, his tone showing how thoroughly entertained he was in this situation. 

“Yep,” you answered shortly. Doctor didn’t give you a verbal answer, instead shimmying your jeans off of your body, only pausing to remove your shoes as well. Two fingers hooked onto the hem of your underwear, slowly sliding them down as well, leaving you bottomless in front of him. 

“What kind of menstrual products are you using?” he asked. You looked away from his intense gaze, feeling just slightly exposed. 

“Um, currently a cup,” you said. Doctor nodded. He placed his hands around your ankles, pushing your legs up to bend at the knee until they were spread wide enough for him to see. He moved up slightly before snaking his arms over your waist, trailing down and pressing two fingers against your entrance. You jumped in alarm, eliciting a soft snicker from Doctor. “Relax, sweetie, I’m just removing it,” he murmured soothingly. You let out a huff, trying your best to relax, though anxiety kept you tense. He pressed his fingers into you, but the lack of lubrication made you wince slightly. 

Doctor froze at your discomfort, pausing for a moment to gauge the best way to go about this. You stared up at the ceiling as he did so, breathing deeply to try and calm your racing heart. You were far too excited about the possibilities of the situation, the anticipation making your nerves buzz under your skin. 

Those same buzzing nerves caused you to flinch as the pad of his index finger trailed over your clit. Your gaze snapped to him, though Doctor didn’t say anything, instead pressing a bit firmer, rubbing slow, lazy circles against the sensitive bud. 

“Doc?” you squeaked out, tensing up as he increased his pace just a bit. 

“Shh, sweetie, I need you to relax for me,” he said. His free hand came up to your head, his large hand tangling through your hair as he gently scratched at your scalp. You shuddered in pleasure, a soft haze quickly overtaking your mind, clouding your judgement. You let a quiet moan slip past your lips, your hips arching up to meet Doctor’s movement. 

“C-can you go faster?” you panted out, looking up at him with wide, pleading doe eyes. 

“Not so upset anymore, hm?” he asked teasingly, making you pout. “No, sweetie, I can’t go faster right now. I just need you comfortable enough to remove your disc," he said, making you whine in protest. Doctor’s nails scratched a bit harder at your scalp as he laughed. “Bear with me, sweetheart,” he said. His thumb was still rolling circles around your clit at a maddening pace, just slow enough to not get you off, but firm enough to cause slick to pool at the entrance of your cunt. 

You sighed as you tried to give into the sensations. As gentle as they were, they still threatened to overwhelm you as your body chased for more stimulation that would never come. Just as you managed to get used to his ministrations however, his thumb pulled away from your clit. Before you could mourn the loss of friction, you felt two fingers press into your cunt. You held your breath in anticipation, watching him with a keen eye as his fingers entered you. 

Doctor was careful not to nick you with his sharp claws as he removed the disc, working quickly as he pulled it out of you, careful not to spill it. Once it was out, he stood up, walking over to his cooler. 

“Hey, uh, I kinda need that back,” you said awkwardly. Doctor chuckled. 

“In due time, sweetie,” he said as he put it delicately on the shelf. You winced, thinking halfheartedly about the sterile field of the cooler, but you quickly decided that wasn’t a you problem. Doctor made his way back to the exam table, wiping the blood on his fingers off on his coat before hovering over you. His hands quickly found the hem of your shirt, and this time you decided to be nice and help him, sitting up slightly so he could pull it off of you. 

You felt exposed laying on the exam table with nothing on, a fact Doctor seemed to revel in. Being unable to tell if the slick dripping from your cunt was your arousal or blood only made you feel more vulnerable under his gaze. You shifted slightly as he raked his eyes over you, only to see the eyes of his mask flash red for a moment when his gaze caught onto the blood dripping between your legs. 

“Doc,” you said in a warning tone, trying to snap him out of his altered headspace. He didn’t respond, instead bringing a shaking hand down to your cunt. Two fingers traced your entrance, collecting a mix of your slick and blood on them. You watched in shock as his free hand pushed up his mask just enough to expose his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick his sharp teeth before he licked up the length of his fingers. An inhuman growl tore from his chest at the taste of your blood, sending a chill of primal fear down your spine. 

Doctor has scared you many times. He’s startled you, he’s concerned you with some of the things he’s said, but for the split second he froze upon tasting your blood, you could say for the first time that you were terrified of the monster before you. 

He pounced before you could think of scrambling away. His palms slammed on the table as he swung on top of it, his hands darting to your hips as he tugged you closer to him. 

“DOCTOR-” you yelled out desperately, trying to snap him back into the right headspace. You’d lost him though, and you knew it- you could see the red glow glaring down from under his mask, feel the trembling of his hands on your hips as his claws dug into your skin, just barely shy of breaking the skin. 

“Sweetie,” he growled out. He let his tongue loll out of his mouth, a bit of saliva rolling down the muscle, dripping onto the exam table. You took notice of the barbs on either side of his tongue, only furthering his monstrous look. You were terrified, laying still under the predator pursuing you, but your cunt betrayed your feelings, pulsing at Doctor’s obvious hunger. His entire form was shaking, as if pushing away his impulse to devour you was almost too much for him to handle. He lowered himself down, until only his lifted mask looked up at you as the lower half of his face disappeared between your legs. 

“Doc-” you tried once more, only to be cut off as his tongue pressed against your cunt. The barbs on his tongue stayed flat against it, showing at least some thought process as to not harm you, but everything else about him was ravenous. He groaned as his tongue pressed deep into your pussy, lapping up your blood like it was ambrosia. To him, it likely was. You couldn’t stop the small whine that left you as his ministrations, especially as his thumb moved to rub against your clit, this time faster than before. 

Your back arched against the exam table at the sudden rush of stimulation. His previous teasing only made you that much more sensitive to his attention. His thumb rubbed desperately at your clit, nearly overwhelming you, as his tongue speared into your cunt, loud slurping noises coming from him as he desperately sucked at your hole. You brought your hands down to his, holding onto him in a pitiful attempt to ground yourself. 

“Sweetie,” he panted, coming up for air for just a moment. “Please, bleed for me…” he pleaded, voice rough with need. You cried out as he dove in again, tongue curling immediately towards your gspot. 

Your nails dug into his hands as you laid flat on the table, letting him pull you flush to his mouth as he ate you out with ravenous hunger. He curled his tongue up until the tip was pressing into your gspot, drawing a gasp from you. Your walls squeezed around him, trying to wring out every drop of pleasure as you hurtled towards your orgasm. 

“Please I- I’m close-” you tried to warn. Your words fell on deaf ears however, Doctor too engrossed in his bloodlust to focus on anything other than the taste of your cunt, iron and slick coating his face. 

You felt the air punched from your lungs with the force of your orgasm, your hips grinding against Doctor’s face, your body trying to hold onto every ounce of pleasure. He never once paused his movements, moaning loudly against you as he greedily drank in every drop of your arousal. 

You panted as you came down from your climax, hands knocking at Doctor’s head as you tried to push him away, overstimulation already starting to set in. When he didn’t budge, you sighed, before tugging at his hair, just enough to hopefully get his attention. 

“Doctor!” you called out, shocked at how whiny your own voice sounded. You tugged at his hair again, and he finally looked up at you, his breath coming in shallow, heavy gasps as he tried to reel himself in. You could see the traces of your blood staining his lower face and sharp teeth, as well as your slick glistening off of his face. 

After taking a few moments to breath, he crudely wiped his face with his shirt, grinning up at you before putting his mask back in place. “My apologies, small one. I seem to have gotten… overwhelmed,” he said, his voice still shaky. You relaxed against the exam table, able to catch your breath finally. 

“It’s alright,” you said, unable to come up with a more elegant response. The warmth of his hands left your hips as you heard shuffling, but your eyes had fallen shut as you tried to calm your racing heart rate. You didn’t think much of the sound, assuming he was cleaning up or grabbing something. You trusted him, stupidly so. 

Doctor loved that about you. 

“Huh-?” you gasped as you were roughly turned over on the exam table, being pulled to the edge until just your upper half was on it. Your legs dangled off the edge, and you desperately grabbed the edges of the table, not wanting to fall off. Another gasp tore through you as you felt Doctor’s bare thighs press into yours, one of his large hands pressing against your upper back, keeping you in place. 

“Forgive me, my dear patient,” he said, his voice breathy. “I’m afraid I cannot resist you,” he sighed out. You felt the tip of his cock press into your folds, making you tense up. Doctor shushed you softly, pressing his lips to your ear as you realized he didn’t have his mask on. You attempted to turn your head on instinct, but he quickly grabbed your face, lightly pressing his fingers into your cheeks as he kept your gaze forward. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” he whispered, pausing for just a moment to give you time to say no, to back out, anything. 

“I don’t want you to,” you whispered back. 

Your words drew a deep chuckle from Doctor, and you tried your best to relax as the tip of his cock pushed into you. “I think Harlequin is right. You are dangerous,” he purred out. You let out a soft squeak as he gently rocked his hips forward. The tip of his cock was thin, but it quickly tapered into something much thicker. The ridges of his cock pressed against your sweet spots the further in he was, until his tip pressed against your cervix. You winced at the discomfort, tapping the table to warn Doctor. “Too much?” he asked in a knowing tone. You nodded, whining softly. 

“You’re too big,” you hissed, making him chuckle, sounding anything but offended at your words. He readjusted, bending over you until his gut fit into the curve of your back, his shoulders dwarfing yours. You could feel the soft caress of the down feathers covering his body, making you shudder as you instinctively pressed back into him. You two were connected at every point, and you felt small under the sheer size of him.

“Better?” he asked softly, brushing some of your hair from your face. The new angle made it to where he could only press in so far, keeping him from bruising too hard against your cervix. Even so, his cock was deep inside of you, your poor cunt pulsing as it struggled to take him. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, not trusting your voice. 

“I’m glad,” he said. He drew his hips back slowly, every ridge of his spiral cock dragging along your gspot, until just the tip was inside of you. You shuddered, still gripping onto the sides of the table for leverage. You knew he wouldn’t let you fall, but even as his thick thighs pressed into yours, the worry still lingered in the back of your mind. 

Your fear fell from your mind as he slowly pushed back in, the quick taper of his cock pulling a moan from you. He let out a breathy laugh behind you, clearly entertained by your sensitivity. He set a slow, deep pace, making sure you felt every inch of his cock as he fucked you. 

“That’s- that feels good,” you said, words slightly slurred with drool you tried desperately to not let spill. 

“Mhm? Tell Doctor about it, dear,” he muttered. You whimpered at the smooth, deep sound of his voice right by your ear, the way his accent deepened with his arousal as your walls tightened around him. 

“Fuck… ‘s good,” you mumbled, grinding your hips back against him as best you could. An arm pressed into the table in front of you, Doctor bracing himself as his pace picked up. You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as you sunk your teeth into him on instinct. He groaned, his pace stuttering before he rocked into you faster, faster, until the table shook with the force of his thrusts. 

“Such a- ghhn- good little patient for me,” he grunted out. Your jaw tightened around his arm as his hips snapped against yours especially hard, making him laugh. “Such blunt teeth, small one…” he murmured to himself. He pulled you back, retracting your teeth from his arm before two fingers pressed into your mouth, almost too big thanks to the sheer size of him. He was careful of his claws as the pads of his fingers rubbed against your blunt back molars, letting out a soft groan as your tongue lapped against the intrusion. “My perfect experiment,” he whispered. 

You moaned, trying to beg him for more but finding yourself unable to thanks to the fingers occupying your mouth. Doctor however, ever the observant, trailed his free hand down your body, snaking it under your hips to press against your clit. 

“Is this what you needed?” he asked. You let out a shuddering cry, the combination of the friction on your clit and his cock pummeling your walls making you lightheaded with pleasure. 

You tried to warn Doctor of your orgasm, but his fingers were still in your mouth, pressing further back until they threatened to gag you. The sensation only furthered your pleasure, your vision flashing white as you bucked against him. Your orgasm was sudden, catching you off guard as you cried out. He fucked you thorugh it, bruising against your gspot as you came undone. 

It didn’t take long for you to ride your orgasm out, tipping over into overstimulation as his pace grew sloppy. You jerked your head against his hand, trying to dislodge him so you could tell him too much, but he kept you mute, fucking into you like you were a toy. 

“Just a little more-” he panted almost pleadingly. The down feathers covering his body were damp with your sweat, making you feel hot as his thrusts lost their rhythm. “Sweetie- i-inside, please,” he said, his voice almost a whine. You winced as you moaned, completely overstimulated, but you couldn’t deny him when he sounded so sweet. 

He pressed as far into you as he could with the position he had you in, his cock just barely prodding at your cervix as he groaned. You cried out feeling his hot cum flood your cunt, your thighs shaking as he humped against you, like he was trying to fill you up. Knowing him, he probably was. 

His cock pulsed inside your walls as he came, keeping you overstimulated until his orgasm passed. He panted as he stayed sheathed inside of you, though he did pull his hand from your mouth. You felt his lips press against the back of your neck, the sweet affection making you feel shy despite everything that had just happened. 

“Alright?” he asked sweetly. Gasping breath still left your lips as you struggled to catch your breath. Still, you managed to nod. 

“Y-yeah. You?” you asked, voice shaky. He hummed softly.

“Yes, dear,” he answered. He raised back up, pulling his body off of you before his hands braced at your hips. He slowly pulled himself out, making you squirm at the feeling. Doctor hissed as he pulled out, standing back to admire the cum flooding from your hole, stained pink with evidence of your cycle. He walked to one of his drawers, pulling out a few cloths, wetting them before walking back over. He dabbed the cum from your heated skin, trying his best to not stimulate you further. You wiggled a bit at his attention, but you tried your best to stay still, already ready to be rid of the sticky feeling. 

You let your eyes slip shut as he finished cleaning you up. After a few moments, you felt a finger tap at your lips. You opened them on instinct, feeling the unmistakable plastic tip of a thermometer at your lips. You blinked your eyes open, seeing Doctor back in his mask, clipboard in one hand and thermometer in the other as he checked your temp. You raised a brow at him, making him chuckle. 

“Intercourse raises the core temperature. It’s not often I find the opportunity to measure this myself,” he explained. You hummed, closing your eyes again. Once he checked your temperature, you felt the cool metal of a stethoscope on your back. You jumped, but quickly settled, letting your deeply autistic partner satisfy his need for research. 

Once he finished marking your vitals, you felt Doctor scoop you up, holding you close against his still bare chest. You curled into his now dry feathers, practically purring in contentment. He was so soft, and plush, and warm, you nearly fell asleep as he carried you to his nest in the corner of the room. Your almost-sleep was interrupted though by a loud click, the humming of the centrifuge no longer filling the room. 

“Sample is done,” Doctor chirped. He set you down, covering you in a plush blanket before he stood back up. You blinked your eyes open at him, pouting as you put your hands out, making grabbing motions at him. He glanced between you and the centrifuge for a few moments, clearly not wanting the sample to go to waste. 

“You have two hours,” you pointed out in a soft grumble. Doctor’s shoulders fell as he let out a soft sigh of amusement. He crawled into the nest with you, wrapping you in his larger form. 

“Just until you fall asleep,” he said. You nodded, already halfway there. 

When the sound of your breathing evened out, your heart rate settling, Doctor brushed the hair from your forehead, taking in the sight of your sleeping form. A smile formed under his mask as he watched you, tracing the features of your face in reverence. 

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