Koven snarled, showing me her canines as she reluctantly fell to her knees. It was exhilarating to see those vibrant green eyes staring back up at me as her fingers pulled my pants down. My hardened dick nearly popped her in the face as she released it. I gripped the base and moved closer. Koven opened her mouth, extending her yellow-stained tongue as saliva strung from her lips. The very image of her made beads of precum drip frommy swollen tip in excitement. She leaned forward and licked the droplets like a lollipop. A faint moan dropped from my mouth, and I couldn’t help myself, forcing my dick deep inside her mouth. She nearly gagged as I pushed against the back of her throat. Koven gripped my thighs for support as my hands tangled through her hair, thrusting back and forth. Her mouth was so hot and wet, fitting almost perfectly around me.
Fuck, I missed this.
She bobbed back and forth as I controlled her head. My pelvis knocked harshly into her, increasing both my speed and pressure as I continued to fuck her face. Her heavy breathing covered my dick, those gasping breaths edging me along. Seconds turned to minutes, and I began to lose myself.
My hands pulled her hair tighter, nearly forcing her head back as I pushed harder into her mouth, grunting and sweating. I felt addicted, needing more. Fuck, I wanted to just fill her mouth and make her suffocate on my cum.
The image made me smile.
“Yes,” I moaned loudly. “Fuck, you take me so well.” Koven groaned, her nails digging into my flesh as I looked up to see someone watching us. Being watched was the very thing that sent me over the edge, and I began to come, loudly, spewing all down Koven’s throat. She pulled me closer, slurping and swallowing my excitement as it filled her mouth and seeped down the corners. Her eyes were watering; her own moans melting into mine as I kept coming. “Oh yes,” I grinned, looking back, meeting the eyes of the person watching us. “Swallow it all.”
I pushed deeper into Koven’s mouth, listening to her gags as my orgasm finally began to calm.
The person watching us cleared their throat. Koven’s eyes widened, and she pulled away, saliva and cum stringing from hermouth and my shaft. She turned around, on her knees, to see Dr. Sable standing in the closet doorway.
“Care to explain what exactly is happening here?” Dr. Sable asked in her British accent.
Koven jumped to her feet and immediately wiped her mouth, acting as if our parents had just caught us. “Dr. Sable.” She cleared her throat. “I was just—we?—”
“Why don’t you go rinse your mouth out, Koven.”
Koven lowered her eyes in shame, covering her mouth as she scuttled past the doctor. I noticed Dr. Sable’s eyes flick to Koven as she rushed by, quickly shooting back to me. “If it isn’t the infamous Ziggy Slater.” She stepped into the closet. “I wondered how long it would be before I caught you stirring up some kind of trouble around here.” She stepped closer. “I knew it was only a matter of time before you found your way back to your sister.”
“Stepsister,” I corrected her with a smile.
Dr. Sable glared through her glasses at me. “I’ve spent a long time working with your stepsister, helping her move on from her past.”
Is that so?
Dr. Sable’s eyes fell to my still exposed dick. “It would be a shame to see her revert so easily, after all the hard work she’s done to forget you.”
My jaw clenched. “You could stick her in therapy every minute of every day, shove hundreds of pills down her throat, and shock her ‘til her brain is fried, but Koven willneverforget me. You know why?” She didn’t answer. I rubbed my shaft, collecting the mix of Koven’s saliva and my cum along my palm. “Because we’re twin flames, addicted to one another. It may be messy and ugly, but it’s our drug. Our sickness that binds us as one.” I smeared the fluids along her face as she gasped in horror. “She can try and fight it, but she will never escape me.”
Dr. Sable backed away, rubbing her face as she tried to wipe it clean. I laughed, tucking my dick back into my pants. “I hear you like to play favorites over here, picking special little patients that you think need you, feeding them what they want to hear.” The woman glared at me. “You may think you know Koven, but I can assure you, I’m the only one who does.”
The doctor removed her glasses. “You know the old Koven. The one you killed when you left her to die.”
A darkness befell me as I stepped close to the woman, hovering over her face. “There is only one Koven. Mine. And I will protect her from anyone who tries to take her from me.” I stared into her dark eyes. “Man or woman.” My shoulders roughly pushed past her as I stepped into the hallway.
Dr. Sable shouted after me, “You need to let her go, Ziggy. She needs to move on.”
I stopped and looked over my shoulder at the woman. “And you need to learn when to shut your mouth, Dr. Sable.”
The woman scowled. “You can’t speak to me that way. You’re a patient. I’m a doctor. There are rules here, Ziggy.”
“And?” I smiled. “I’m going to do, and say, whatever the fuck I want.” I turned and walked away.
And I’m going to find out what game you’re playing.
The cold water shot along my face as I whistled to myself, bathing in the darkness. The only light in the entire room came from a small window as the moon shone outside in the night, leaving the tiled room in an eerie state of emptiness. One I much rather preferred. While most patients were forced into ice baths or scalding showers as part of their treatment, I found a way to bribe some of the staff into letting me have some private time while everyone else slept. Something a few of my friends in here did as well.
The cold water sprayed down my face and naked body; the crispy temperature soothing my restless soul. I was swept away in the relaxing moment until the sound of a nearby door squeaking broke my trance.
I spun around and eyed the darkness. “Johnny? Is that you?” There was no reply, and I felt on edge.
I reached out and killed the shower, listening as the water slowed to a single drip. The rest of the tiled room remained in a thick silence, but I felt someone’s eyes on me. As I turned to grab a towel, my skull was captured by a plastic bag. My fingers clawed at the bag, desperately trying to rip it from my face, but someone was preventing me from doing so. My feet slipped and stumbled through the wet room as I tried to escape. I felt the fingers of whoever was suffocating me and followed their limbs until my nails met their face. They dug into their eyes as a man groaned and shouted, eventually letting go of the bag.
I quickly ripped the plastic bag from my face, gasping as I stared at the male nurse I met my first day here. The same one who loved to torment Koven.