Author's Notes
After the unexpected chaos and tragedy of the Battle of CABRI, Wyatt must now embark on the new journey of his life, and all the pleasures and pains that includes. But first, there is unfinished business he has in Camelot.
Apologies for the delay of this chapter, I was trying to do a chapter each month but missed October. I'll make it up to you all and have 2 more out before the end of the year :) I've written in various drafts up to Chapter 6 so far!
Thanks as always to my wonderful editor, Kenjisato!
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Chapter 3: Discharged
The beeping was mechanical, steady, and constant. Its unromantic rhythm began to intrude upon Wyatt Daycott's dreams with its tedious lull. It had not occurred to him yet, that such a ballad was a reassurance of his condition. So long his heart continued to beat, so, too, would the mechanical chime keep its irritating regularity.
"This is the one?" A voice, garbled, echoed through the faint tunnel of his consciousness.
"Yeah, look, I swear I am not lying."
A cold feeling swept over his body, like the warm security was ripped away from him.
"Holy fuck... it's huge."
"I know."
"And it works?!"
"That's what the chart says."
Sharp mechanical chimes and dim voices, both taunted his consciousness.
"I want to touch it."
"Marisa!"
"Don't lie, you want to, too."
Something cold grabbed him, and he felt a jolt in his body. Life began to slowly trickle back into his mind.
"He's a patient, though!"
"I know I just, I've never seen one so huge work before!"
Amidst the cold grip, a tugging ensued, like something was trying to pull him back to consciousness.
"He'll like this, maybe it will help."
The voices began to get clearer; the tugging warmer. The light filtered into his eyes, and the beeps got louder and louder— almost deafening, as he entered the conscious world once more.
"Oh shit, I think he is waking up."
The tugging stopped. Wyatt groaned as the warmth was thrown back over him. His eyes adjusted to the newfound light, and he struggled to perceive what was around him.
"No, come back," he groaned, searching for the force that had pulled him out of the void.
"See, told you he would like it," a woman's voice muttered; a cold touch joining him beneath the warm envelope surrounding his body. The tugging began again; soft, tender flesh against his own, pulling up and down.
"Where... where am I?" He rustled amidst the pillows of his bed.
"You're still at CABRI... in the hospital wing," another female voice responded.
A wet cloth was touching his forehead, as he felt a force pulling him. Adjusting his gaze, he could see the faint outlines of the bright room he resided in; the blue hospital blankets on top of him; the flowers and plants surrounding his bedside. And two figures looming close; their scents stood out the most, sweet feminine perfume catching his nose, as he smiled.
"Relax now, don't exert yourself, sweetie," the one dabbing his head with a cloth said, as she put her face close to his. He could feel the warmth of her body above him, like she was leaning over him, her body brushing against his.
That, of course, led to a stirring; a stirring that was already being duly addressed. The clearer his vision became, the more he could see what was happening. Another nurse, this one with bright golden hair reflecting the sun's light, crouched at his bedside. Her hand was beneath his blanket, pulling up and down on his cock.
"Sorry... I really couldn't help myself. You seem to enjoy it, though." Her bright and mischievous smile, as she helped herself to feel his manhood, excused her.
Wyatt hadn't been woken up like this before, and certainly wanted to wake up like this every day. It was all a bit fuzzy, yet the good feelings below continued, and that was all he was mentally prepared to concentrate on.
"Marisa, stop. He needs to rest."
"No," Wyatt interrupted, his hand grabbing her arm before she could retract. "Keep going."
The other woman, a brunette, who still hung over him, shook her head and rolled her eyes before continuing to dab Wyatt's forehead with a cloth.
"You can't exert yourself too much. You went through a lot."
Still, in a daze, Wyatt was not sure what the nurse was talking about. He could only chase a good feeling.
"What... don't stop." Wyatt groaned, as the hand slipped away.
"Marisa!" the other nurse exclaimed again.
This time, for good reason, as Marisa the golden-haired nurse shed her scrubs fully. She was older, most likely in her thirties, but had a taut body that held together well; large breasts hung freely, and her paunch-belly scrunched, as she climbed up on the bed above Wyatt.
"Shush, Sheri." The eager Marisa scorned her peer as she shed the blanket between herself and Wyatt, and mounted him. "It's not every day you find a breeder at my age. I've always wanted to have another baby... and this is my chance. Plus... I can't get over the size of this thing."
She held his cock in her hand as she moved it to her entrance. Wyatt groaned as he felt the wet, matured folds of the MILF nurse above him, his hands instinctively grasping her fleshy hips.
"Sigh... whatever. But, I am next then." The nurse sat down in the chair, as she watched the pair begin to join. Marisa's slit felt a bit different, more seasoned. She was warm and hugged his entirety with a wet grip that rocked up and down, as she bounced along him.
She did all the work, Wyatt simply had to lie back, and stop the world from spinning. Her hips rolled like a wave along his cock, pulling just to the precipice of his tip, and back down again as she rocked herself side to side. It was an amazing feeling— if only all women were this eager to please. Having just been introduced to the world of sex, this Marisa woman may have spoiled the rest of his adventure for him with such passionate treatment. Lying flush against him, her breasts mushed between them and her humming lips in his ear, she drew her ABCs with her ass.
