Page 8 of Hysteria Rises
“Good. First and foremost, we need to ascertain whether or not she’s healthy.”
I take a wide-legged stance, leaning forward. My eyes catch first on the pubic hair covering her mound. It’s short. Like she’s shaved recently. Pensive, I cock myhead to the side as I let my gaze roam. I didn’t know it was common. Our women are shaven only when one of the Collective demands it. And then, I assume it’s one of them who does it.
I’ve caught my share of women in the last few years. But it’s always dark when we hunt, and there’s never been a time when I could have gotten a good look at where I was putting my cock. I just knew to insert it into the vaginal opening and make myself ejaculate. Not that I didn’t touch. Because sometimes—especially the first few times—it was necessary to feel around to understand what I was doing. And who was going to know?
The shock of seeing a real, live naked woman under bright lights barrels into me with more force than the winds that are busy tearing branches from the trees outside. My dick gives another hard, pulsing twitch in my pants. The longer I study this woman, the hotter my blood courses through my veins. It’s creating an incessantwhooshingnoise in my head that is really fucking distracting.
This might not be as easy as I thought. My heart is thumping wildly in my chest. Calling forth the information in the textbook, I allow my gaze to wander the expanse of soft, pink skin only for a moment before I’m able to wrangle myself into clinical mode. I know from my studies what I’m looking at. I committed the terms to memory. Vulva. Labia majora. Labia minora. Urethral opening. Clitoris. But fucking hell. Studying a rudimentary drawing in a book and seeing it as partof a flesh-and-blood woman are two very different things.
“When you insert the speculum, you’ll be looking for any abnormalities, signs of infection, or other health issues, and generally visualizing the cervix and vaginal walls before you do the bimanual portion of the exam.”
I glance at the speculum as I pick it up. I know how it works in theory, but damn. It looks like some sort of ancient torture device like the ones in the history books we were given to read by the Collective’s leader, Finneas. Without further pause, I slowly insert it before having a look. From there, it becomes easier because I focus on all the specifics the medical textbook mentioned.
“Anything to note?” My father crosses his arms over his chest, dampening his lip with a swipe of his tongue.
I glance up and give a sharp jerk of my head. “No, I don’t believe so.”
“Very well.” My father gives a curt nod. “Get me a few samples with those swabs. I’ll do some testing.”
Once that’s accomplished, I slip the metal device from the girl’s body and set it aside. As I lean back in to peer at her, the scent of her sex drifts up my nose, overwhelming me.Fuck. I clench my teeth together so hard, I’m worried they’ll crack. Grimacing, I push to stand, then drag in several cleansing breaths in my internal fight to compose myself. I want to bury my entire face in her pussy. Lick. Suck. Devour.
This is how I know I’ve driven myself straight over the edge of a cliff. Giving myself a mental shake, I hasten to prepare for the next part of the exam. With a quick clearing of my throat, I dive right in, placing a gloved hand on her lower abdomen.
“You’ll need some of the lubricant, son. I squeezed some out for you. Get some on your forefinger.”
I blink.Right. As I swipe some up, I bite back a curse. I definitely recall reading that it makes this portion of the exam more comfortable for the woman… but I’m also seriously preoccupied with both my earlier slip and the idea that I’m on the verge of feeling this woman from the inside. There’s a small voice in my head that wonders whether my father actually cares about her or not. Maybe he does, but I suspect his suggestion was mostly for show. Because he’ssucha good doctor. I clear my throat again. “Of course.”
Okay, time to do this. I bend at the waist, eyeing her body in a way I’ve never done with another woman.Here goes nothing. I slip one finger inside, mind reeling at the soft yet tight opening, and fervently wish I could rip off these damn gloves and truly feel her. I breathe steadily as I push farther inside, using the downward pressure from my hand on her pelvic area to aid in the exam.
“You know what you’re looking for?”
“Yes.” I don’t bother glancing up, fully immersed in the process, yet groaning at the warm feel of her. “Palpating the uterus, cervix, and ovaries for anyabnormalities.” I hesitate before continuing. “Anything that would cause an issue with whether or not she’s able to bear children.”
I’ve caught enough women to fulfill my role in our mountainside society—but this is distinctly different. My breath hitches. Perhaps it’s that she’s closer to my own age than our other women.
Blood surges south, my dick forcefully straining against the front of my trousers. A ragged breath escapes me as I fully lose myself in what it might be like if I chased her. And caught her. Fucked her. More than anything, I want to slide my hard, weeping cock inside her warmth. Feel my soul leave my body as it joins with hers.
“Any abnormalities?” My father’s voice is like a cold bucket of water being dumped over my head. “And the uterus,” he continues, “does it tip forward or toward the back?”
I grimace, double-checking. “Forward.”
“And which is more common?” His brows raise, and my gaze cuts to his.
“To the front is more common, but both are completely normal.” My voice comes out clipped. Strained. Fucking needy.
A laugh falls from his lips. Leave it to my father to find amusement while I’m several knuckles deep inside this woman.Fuuuck. “Good. Just checking how well you studied. The positioning of the womb itself usually has no noticeable bearing on fertility, pregnancy, or childbirth. As long as she’s healthy and cancarry a child to full term, that’s all we need to know.” Looking down, he probes the edges of the wound on her scalp. “Got any questions for me while you’re still in there?”
“Um, one second,” I mutter. My brow furrows hard as the slippery slope called primal need takes me down, dragging me past all sanity. My breath becomes ragged, eyes locked, dazed, on my finger buried deep inside her cunt. I slowly withdraw, grimacing at the way desire is flashing through my veins like a raging fire. Even though it’s unnecessary, I push back inside.Fuuuck. Sweat pops out on my brow. And I can’t stop myself from emitting a soft, low groan. My gaze flicks up to find my father intently watching me.
“Do what you wanna do to our newest vessel. You’ll get no judgment from me.”
On a heaved exhale, I withdraw from her again, then allow instinct to guide me. I rip the gloves off my hands, swallow past the thick knot in my throat, and sink not one but two fingers into what I can only describe as paradise. My mind spins and twists, and I’mthis closeto tearing my pants open and stuffing her full of my cock when the stirrups jerk.
The girl on our exam table sucks in a choppy breath and delivers a bloodcurdling scream that reverberates throughout the room.
FIVE
DELILAH
