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.
"You're a young breeder... I bet you haven't gotten it like this, baby," she cooed, egging him on. She had seen his chart— eighteen, and he had only just started sowing.
"Hurry up, you better get your present from him before he tires out. Or worse... before the doctor comes." Sheri crossed her arms, watching his cock disappear into her co-worker's dark-fleshed cunt, over and over. She was working the boy hard, milking his cock and begging him to spew.
"Don't be shy now... I hope you are enjoying this." She pressed her tits along his chin, grabbing the railing of his hospital bed as her sacks smacked him in the cheek.
"Yes..." Wyatt groaned, little else he was able to say amidst the dizzying pleasure. The world still felt like a faded dream for the most part. The presence of the nurses, while pleasurable, didn't feel real. All that had happened up until then, only echoes in his memories.
"Ohh... eerrmm," Wyatt grunted, jerking his head up into Marisa's cleavage as he came. It took the breath out of him as he shot his load. Like a call back to reality, as he was spent inside the older woman.
"Ohhh, yes... yes... make me a momma..." Her insatiable mewing followed a slick feeling between them, as the stickiness of his cumming smacked.
"Ok, slut... get off and let me at 'em..."
Wyatt turned his head, then seeing both nurses, his eyes wide, as he realized where he was and what was happening. While he couldn't say he disliked it, it had been unexpected. And he was not quite clear on why he was there. Sheri, the nurse who previously balked at Marisa's promiscuity, was then naked from the waist down, slipping her panties off her legs, as she intended to hop on Wyatt's dick next.
Where was Requiem? What about Doctor Caldwell? Rudeth? Something felt off, like he should be somewhere else.
Slipping out of the warm cunt of the first nurse, his cock flopped over on its side, his white-hot liquid spilling over the hospital gown covering his abdomen. The hand of the second nurse quickly grabbed his cock with a selfish possessiveness that made him stir.
"Ew... clean yourself off his cock." Sheri pinched his tip between her index and middle fingers, as she laughed at the naked woman stretching after her bout with the younger man.
"Oh don't be a prude, Sheri, like you don't deal with body fluids every day."
"Not yours..."
The nurses shared a laugh, but Wyatt simply groaned, unable, and partially unwilling, to resist their feminine urges shoved upon him. Sheri, still wearing her scrub blouse climbed onto the bed. She was a bit younger than Marisa, maybe in her late twenties. Unlike her friend, she had a body that hinted at her not having bore a child— much firmer, narrower hips, and breasts that still held their form beneath the blouse. Seeing more, he could tell her slit was shaved bare, as it rubbed against his stem; a nice change from the prickliness the more mature Marisa had brought him.
"Errrhhmmm."
Marisa and Sheri jolted as a third cleared their throat in judgment. Near the door of the room, nurse Christi stood, looking rather unimpressed with the state of things. One completely naked nurse leaking the young breeder's cum, and another climbing on top of him. While Christi had put out in her capacity as a nurse to Wyatt before, at least he had been ambulatory at the time.
"Christi... hey! Fancy seeing you in the hospital wing, this is not usually your section." Sheri played it off, even as she tickled her bits with the boy's dick. Marisa, still naked and holding her stomach, froze as she savored the feeling of being filled with warm sperm.
The sharp trilling of a Vulpivivus, a fox-like Anima, added to the tenseness as it trotted alongside its master, Christi. Entering the room, the large-eared Anima sniffed the air as the women's sexual scents permeated it.
"Ladies... he is hardly conscious!" Christi puffed out her cheeks, as Sheri climbed down and Marisa dressed swiftly.
"Christi, you don't understand! Look at this!" Sheri held Wyatt's cock up, it was longer than two of her hands stacked atop each other.
"Christi..." Wyatt called her name, and his cock rose at the scent of her.
Both Sheri and Marisa shared a look, crossing their arms as they indignantly judged their fellow nurse.
"He was at least conscious when I did it!" Christi defiantly yelped. She came to Wyatt's bedside, grabbing his hand and covering his cock with a blanket.
