In Nurse Poppy's Care Ch. 02

"Eight," he mumbled, "and I'm so happy to be here."

"Good." Her praise sent ripples of pleasure across him, and he felt himself oozing back into the sleepy pink bliss. "Seven, and Nurse Poppy's taking good care of you!"

"S-Seven," he managed, as his cock twitched, "and Nurse Poppy... takes good care of me..."

She giggled, though he wasn't sure why. He just enjoyed how she jiggled in that low-cut white crop top.

Her words started to blur until it was like he was drowning in honey. He couldn't taste it any more than he could make out her words. It was just sweet sound. Sound to recite for Nurse Poppy, so she would pet him more, would reward him with praise and nice tingles.

"Six, and you want to be good for Nurse Poppy." Those delicate fingers undid the second button of his shirt.

"Six, and I want to be good for Nurse Poppy."

"Five, and you can't wait for me to make you feel even better." A third button popped out.

"Five, and... I can't wait... for Nurse Poppy to make me feel... better..."

"Four, and you feel sooooo good!" Her fingers tickled his chest, sending pleasurable tingles into his heart as the fourth button came undone.

"Four, and I feel so... so gooood..." His voice was barely a whimper.

She giggled. Her smile was radiant. "Three," she whispered, leaning in close, "and Nurse Poppy will keep you safe." Her voice was silken as she added, "Won't she, dear? Won't she, sweetie?"

He stared up at her breasts, barely contained, nipples tenting the delicate silk. It took him a moment to remember her words, but he finally whispered, "Nurse Poppy will keep me safe."

Tingles of pure, dreamy bliss filled him as he said those perfect words.

She licked her lips. "You are safe with Nurse Poppy."

"I am safe with Nurse Poppy."

"Again, sweetie." She patted his head encouragingly. "Three and two. Be a good boy."

"N-Nurse Poppy will keep me safe," he whimpered. "I-I am safe with Nurse Poppy."

"Again, dear." Pleasuring magic poured into his mind. His cock throbbed. Her breasts held his helpless, horny gaze captive.

"Nurse Poppy will keep me safe." The words came so easily. "I am safe with Nurse Poppy."

"Be a good boy." Another button on his shirt came undone as she smirked, her smile strangely... triumphant. "Again."

His eyelids felt so heavy... had to be a good boy... "Nurse Poppy will... keep me safe... I am safe with Nurse Poppy."

"Mm." She was so close, now. He could feel the warmth of her body. His head was being held up, now, just inches from her soft, warm embrace. "Again, please, darling." Her voice was as sweet and irresistible as a cherry atop whipped cream.

His cock throbbed, craving the praise. "Nurse Poppy will keep me safe," he whined, squirming in his restraints. "I am safe with Nurse Poppy. Nurse Poppy will keep me safe. I am safe with Nurse Poppy." She kept nodding, her smile unreadable, so he kept saying it, babbling it out like a mantra again and again, whimpering, whining, squirming pathetically as she smiled and nodded and drew it out of him, line after line...

And he wanted to feel worried about that, but he felt too safe here to worry about anything. Nurse Poppy would keep him safe. He could just drip deeper and deeper into the mantra, sink deeper and deeper into her beautiful, rosy world, do as Nurse Poppy told him, because didn't she always know best? She was so lovely. Surely she always knew best.

And at last, she put a finger to his lips. He blinked.

"Good boy," she cooed, and he moaned as those delicious tingles seeped all the way into him at last, cock straining against its confines. "Gooood boy. So good and docile now, aren't we? There's just one more number to go." She cradled his head in her hands.

He nodded eagerly, desperately.

Her eyes glimmered. "One, and your name is..."

Alrek opened his mouth.

He bit his lip.

"Oh." She tutted. "Oh, sweetie, are we still having trouble?"

"I." His voice was soft, almost kittenish. He stared fuzzily up at Nurse Poppy. "I don't."

Her adoring smile put all his worries to rest as she set his head down in her lap.

It was like being lowered into a vat of liquid sunshine. His lower lip quivered as pure, delicious pleasure drowned his sleepy, obedient mind, as her magic flooded him. She cooed wordlessly, stroking his hair, her breasts almost brushing the top of his head. He stared up at her, lost in her beautiful eyes, and whimpered.

"Go on, dear," she purred, petting him. "You're safe here! You're my patient. Just go on and tell me... and maybe I'll, um..." She smiled slyly down at his hips.

A single finger brushed over his cock, through his pants, still wet from Nessi's attentions. His eyes widened.

"Good boys," she cooed, "get to feel very nice for Nurse Poppy. Don't we want that?"

"Yes," he whimpered, helpless against those tingling healing touches. His mind was so open. So pliant. So compliant.

Her voice was unbearably soft as she cradled his face in her hands. "And your name, good boy, is..." She left her lips half-parted, her last words barely a breath.

"Alrek."

She paused. "No surname, hm?"

He shook his head meekly.

"Nobody to take care of you?" she murmured. "That's a Mountain Folk name. Aw, we're far from home, aren't we?"

He stared up at her, lost in her touches, her warmth, her... protection. He was safe with Nurse Poppy. She was going to let him feel nice.

And Nurse Poppy smiled down at him, leaned down, and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Very good boy," she purred. He shivered and squirmed. She licked her lips. "So, Alrek... did we never have a mother or father?"

Alrek's lips slowly parted, and all lingering reluctance melted away as he took a shallow breath—

"Nurse Poppy!" squeaked a voice from the doorway. Nurse Poppy looked up sharply. "We're, um, having some trouble with the other patient."

"Oh, really, now?" Nurse Poppy sighed. She looked down fondly at Alrek, setting him gently back down on the comparatively cold bed—ignoring his whimpers—and hopped down to the floor. "Silly bimbos. Honestly, I don't know what I pay you for."

"Do you, um, pay us?" Nessi asked.

Nurse Poppy paused in the doorway beside the nurse's apprentice. "Nessi, dear," she cooed, "I'll pay you right now. Go ahead and..." She reached over, and out of the corner of his eye Alrek managed to see her stick her thumb into Nessi's mouth, see Nessi's eyes roll into the back of her head as she instantly started sucking and moaning, "... suck that sweet cock to your heart's delight!"

The thumb popped back out. Nessi blinked rapidly as Nurse Poppy sauntered out, her high heels clicking on the tile.

Alrek was left alone in the misty void. He stared up into nothing, confused. What was going on? Where had Nurse Poppy gone? Was he safe without her?

He started to whimper.

Then he felt fingers touch his belt, and he looked down.

Nessi was down there once again, grinning up at him. He stared stupidly down at her. She undid his belt with practiced ease and batted her eyelashes. "Hi, sweetie-boy," she cooed. "Are we being a good patient?"

Despite his uncertainty, Alrek whimpered. He wanted the touches back. He wanted the whispers of Nurse Poppy. He wanted... wanted...

As Nessi stripped away his pants and undergarments, his cock sprang free. She cooed over it, making a great show of admiring it from all angles.

"You've been sooooo good," she purred, nuzzling it lovingly. It twitched, and she giggled. "Good boy!" It twitched. "Good boy!" It twitched. "Heehee, she's got you, like, super well-trained already!" Her green eyes shone with eagerness as she licked her plump lips. "But now... it's time for my treat."

She reached up and stroked his hair, then propped his head up with a soft cushion slipped beneath his head. So he could... watch her, he dimly realized.

She beamed down in adoration at his cock. She was practically drooling.

She gave it a tender lick. Then another. Then a short, sweet, chaste kiss right on the head.

His breaths grew heavier as she planted a second, longer kiss, clearly enjoying his widening eyes as her sweet pleasure dripped into him.

"You were right, silly boy," Nessi mumbled, as she planted sweet little kisses and licks all over him, tormenting him as he bucked helplessly within his restraints. "You didn't need a babysitter after all!"

"Nuh?" He stared at her nervously. With Nurse Poppy gone, he was starting to feel like... like these restraints should worry him more. Was he... was she...

"You needed," she cooed, "a nurse!"

And she took him into her hot mouth, lips smacking as they savored their prize.

He cried out in helpless pleasure, and she moaned and wiggled her hips up in the air, her gaze smoldering. She bobbed her head, lavishing her tongue over his tip.

Loud slurping and sucking sounds began to fill the room, filling the echoey void that Nurse Poppy had left behind.

Her eyes glimmered with meaning, and he was lost in them. Alrek stared and bucked and squirmed. He could almost hear her voice in her whimpers and moans, in those bright green eyes.

I'm gonna suck your brains out, those eyes said, as she moaned and squealed, stroking herself with her free hand, taking him deeper and deeper with every bob of her head, and make you such a good boy. A good boy! Wanna be a good boy.

He was helpless for her. Bound like her prize. Her treat. But gods, it felt heavenly. He sank into her gaze, melting with adoration, with gratitude.

And she, too, seemed almost totally overcome. Her moans broke into screams and squeals as she clung to him with the hand she was not using to masturbate, barely holding herself up, her eyes wide and wild with lust.

He whimpered, cried, screamed and thrashed, overwhelmed. It was too much, too much from this sexy little nurse—or nurse's apprentice—she knew best, they all knew best, he just wanted—

—wanted to be a good boy.

And her eyes shone with pride as he came. Pure, unbearable pleasure flooded through him, pink syrup smothering his every thought, his every worry, his every—his everything.

Alrek sank eagerly, willingly into the nurses' haze of obedient bliss, not even noticing the rising commotion from outside the chamber. He stared helplessly into the eyes of his bimbo mistress, the servant of Nurse Poppy, who would keep him safe. Keep him happy.

She was coming, too, spasming and crying, almost limply resting against him as pleasure rocked her body. All she could do was lick and moan, barely able to keep his cock between her lips as she writhed and cried in helpless ecstasy.

"F-Feels so good," she cried, covering his cock with kisses, "s-so good to suck, obey, good girl for Nurse Poppy, good—I m-mean, good boy for Nurse Poppy—so good—good—goodgoodgoodgood—"

He whimpered and bobbed his head, his mind as molten as butter on her tongue. He couldn't speak. He was a good boy. A good patient. A good pet.

Her lips latched onto him again as she smothered her own words with his cock, and he sank into orgasm all over again, lost in her praise, lost in the warm embrace of pure, delicious obedience.

He didn't even hear the loud clang from outside the room.

He was happy to hear nothing but Nessi's praise, her moans and wet sounds and whimpers as the oral-obsessed bimbo nurse licked and lapped and sucked and kissed his shaft, bringing them both to shared orgasm after orgasm, sinking deeper and deeper into pure, stupid, brainwashed pleasure so they could both do every little thing Nurse Poppy wanted. Nurse Poppy knew best. Nurse Poppy would keep him safe. Keep them all safe.

The door creaked open.

Larya poked her head in. She was half-dressed in a hospital gown, her hair an absolute mess and dripping with what looked like some sort of strawberry-flavored goop, her free hand holding up a half-bent iron ladle.

Alrek was barely conscious of anything, much less her. But something in his primordial self recognized a note in her next words that roused him to alertness.

"We should've haggled."

THE END

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