Kim Haerin — Treatment (5)
Schlup—.
The cramped entrance came down, swallowing her cock in one tight gulp. This time it was the angle of Mora sinking from above, holding the amazon position as she bore down with her full weight, the ridged pattern inside pressing on the glans and scraping at it from overhead.
Gllk.
"Nnghaah…♡!"
The moment the glans crossed the first fold, Mora sank deeper. Grrlk—
"Nnghit…♡!"
The short cock was swallowed to the very root. Her pussy sealed flush against the base, the two of them hip to hip. Haerin's ankles were held fast—there was nowhere left to run. Mora tightened her grip on her legs and locked the position in place.
"You want the treatment over quickly too, don't you, patient?"
"Well… yes, but—"
"Then I'm going at my pace."
Mora lifted her hips. Schluuu—p. The cock slid out, the inner rings dragging over the glans one by one. The forcibly stiffened thing was unnaturally sensitive—numbed patches and hypersensitive spots all jumbled together, every stimulation sinking in heavy and razor-edged at once.
Then Mora brought her hips crashing straight back down. Slam! The cock vaulted over the folds all at once, and pleasure came flooding in like a wave. Grrrl—rlrgllk—!
"Ghhaaah…♡, nnghooh—♡♡!"
Haerin's trembling legs hung held aloft, her jolting pelvis pressed flat and pinned to the bed. Her hips couldn't move an inch of their own accord. Control belonged entirely to Mora.
Smack, smack!
At first the rhythm stayed even—a short lift, then a plunge, repeated over and over. As the cock sawed back and forth inside, the pattern scraped with singled-minded focus just beneath the glans and along the middle of the shaft.
"N-nngh…! J-just a little slower…!"
"You said you wanted it finished fast."
"I never said that!"
"Well, that's what you get for spanking me without a word."
The pace of her driving hips quickened further. Smack! Creak— smack! Smack! Creeak! The groan of the bed springs rang through the room. Mora's frame looked light, but the force of her downward slams was startlingly heavy. Every time her tight insides clamped the cock and dropped, she'd tap light against the root and rise again. Haerin's legs, held immovably, simply shook.
"Ohhooh…♡! N-no♡♡, too fast…!"
"It's fine. This is still normal speed."
The urge to come built fast. With Mora pushing at her own pace, there wasn't even a gap left to endure through. Smack-smack, smack-smack! The pussy swallowed and released the cock in relentless succession. When Haerin had moved her own hips, fear of it slipping out had limited her to shallow little jabs—but Mora raised and dropped her hips with surgical precision, stopping just shy of letting it come free entirely. With the piston's depth stretched that much deeper, the pleasure was beyond comparing to anything before.
Gll-glk, gll-grrlk. The rapid, repeating friction began wringing the seed out of her.
"I-it'sh♡, I think I'm gonna cuh…♡♡!"
"Then come."
The indifferent permission fell—but Mora's hips never stopped.
"Nnnhoohhh…♡♡!"
The third orgasm burst out of her. Spurt—! Splurt—! Semen poured into the depths of her pussy. The volume had dwindled, but the consistency was still thick as syrup. What gushed from the tip of the glans clung to the vaginal walls and spread wide.
"Ngh…!" Haerin's hips jolted, but Mora held the cock in her grip and wouldn't let go. If anything, she pushed harder. Smack!
"W-wait a shec♡, I'm shtill coming—♡♡!"
Smack! Smack! The folds began scraping the climaxing cock without mercy. Even with her urethra open and semen in mid-release, the pussy stroked up and down the shaft, and every time an inner ring dragged across the glans, the peak carried on without a single break.
"Nnhooh…♡♡♡! Wai—♡ no!, shtop…♡♡!"
"Inducing additional discharge as part of treatment."
The pleasure that had been dying at the tail end of release was forcibly strung back out. Her balls cinched tight again. Haerin's mouth fell open, powerless.
Spurt—! An extra rope of semen jetted out, short and hard.
"Ngh…♡! S-shtill coming…♡!"
Smack, smack, smack! Mora slammed down on the spurting cock without the slightest pause. Each time the stream weakened, the stimulation inside her pussy raked the come right back up out of her. Spurt—, spurt—.
Her mind went blank white. Her hands thrashed across the bed before seizing the sheets. Her legs, held in Mora's grip, couldn't summon even a sliver of strength. The impassive face before her eyes seemed to drift impossibly far away. A single bead of sweat fell from Mora's chin and landed on Haerin's stomach.
Only after the very last rope had been wrung from her did Mora stop moving her lower half. She stayed still for a moment, the cock still buried inside. Deep in her pussy, the pool of freshly dumped semen sat thick and sticky.
Haerin panted, staring up at the ceiling. Her lips were parched, her thighs still quivering with afterspasms.
"Haah… haah… seriously… crazy nurse…"
"I can hear you."
"That's because I said it for you to hear…"
Inside Mora, something stirred. Gulp.
"Nnhit♡!" Haerin's whole body jumped. The walls were wrapping softly around the cock, raw and oversensitive right after coming. The flesh within twisted, sucking and pulling at the seed—and the pooled semen sitting inside her began, slowly, to be absorbed inward. Gulp, gulp.
Mora's eyelids sank a little. "Mm…" For the space of an instant, her usual deadpan expression clouded over. Her body was converting the semen into mana and drinking it down. Every time the thick liquid was drawn deeper, the walls gave the cock a gentle squeeze.
"Oh…♡" A short moan slipped free. Gulp.
"Ohho…♡ oh…♡♡!" This time the peak stretched out long. Her hips shivered finely, her chest heaving, and her grip on Haerin's legs tightened.
"Nngh…! I'm done coming, quit squeezing…!"
Mora didn't answer. Lips slightly parted, she concentrated on absorbing the semen. Then her insides gave one last, deep contraction. Squirt— her back arched slightly, and a short spurt of her own leapt up out of her pussy. Clear fluid scattered across Haerin's stomach and the sheets. Her body shuddered once, small, and went still.
"Haah…" She let out a long breath. The strands of hair stuck to her forehead trembled faintly.
A brief silence settled. The legs she'd been holding were released, and the boneless limbs dropped onto the sheets and fell open all on their own. Mora caught her breath for a moment, then slowly lifted her hips. The walls slid out along the softened cock, clinging to it all the way to the tip. Schluup, pop! The cock slipped free and flopped, spent, onto her stomach, soaked through with a mash of mingled fluids.
Mora turned sideways and sat. She checked the phone beside the bed, killed the screen, and looked back at Haerin. A flush still lingered on her cheeks.
"Your semen is unusually sticky, patient."
Matter-of-fact as ever. Haerin cut her breathing short and narrowed her eyes.
"Are you seriously rating my semen right now?"
"It's a treatment assessment."
"You even got a taste."
"I absorbed it. I did consume it—just not with my mouth."
Mora picked up a towel and gave the inside of her own thighs a cursory wipe. Then she gave the fluid dribbled down Haerin's stomach a few half-hearted pats as well. "It's sticky, so it clings nicely to the walls. It does take a while to absorb, but the mana concentration isn't bad."
"Was that a compliment?"
"A medical assessment."
"Then I'm taking it as a compliment."
Mora pulled the chart over and scratched out a few lines with her pen. The smartphone sat face-down beside her the whole time. Watching it, Haerin let out a small breath. So she's done playing games now?See? Told you it wasn't a cock you could just brush off. It was a stupidly trivial thing to be smug about, and yet somehow, absurdly, it was satisfying.
Mora spoke, eyes still on the chart. "That's three discharges so far. First volume within normal range, second self-directed, third continuous induced discharge. Residual response still seems to be lingering."
"There's more?"
Haerin's voice cracked clean in half. She had to keep going after that?
"Yes." Mora nodded. "Though it's down a lot from earlier. One or two more and we should be done."
"One or two more…"
Haerin stared blankly at the ceiling. Her balls felt hollowed out, and yet something heavy still pooled somewhere deep inside them. Mora held out a glass of water. "Drink. If you get dehydrated, this gets tedious."
"How does a nurse sound that rude while supposedly worrying about me?"
"It's not concern, it's patient condition management."
Grumbling or not, she took the glass anyway. Her hand trembled, and the water shivered with it. As she drank, her throat finally felt like it was loosening up a little. Haerin handed the glass back, sneaking a glance at Mora.
"That… group chat, from before."
"Yes."
"If you post anything else, I'm filing a real complaint."
Mora's pen stopped. She looked at Haerin, then picked up the phone, lit the screen, and showed her the group chat.
Mora read over the last reply, then deleted her earlier messages.
"Satisfied?"
Haerin kept her mouth shut for a moment, then asked. "……Who even is that person?"
"Not a coworker—a friend. One with a slightly twisted sense of taste."
"I genuinely hate her."
"Some days, so do I."
Mora set the phone face-down again—this time letting go of it entirely. "Let's rest a little, then go again."
Haerin set down the water glass and quietly closed her eyes. Her body was wrecked, utterly—but the presence that had tormented her from inside her jeans for nearly a year was dimming, little by little. Whether the semen in her balls had actually thinned, or she was simply worn out, she couldn't tell. But she could feel it in her flesh: the end of the treatment was drawing close.