Chapter 150: Sister Seraphina [1] [Slight R-18]

Amon lay on the hotel bed after his bath with his eyes on the status screen.

The soft sound of running water still echoed from the bathroom. Thin curls of steam drifted under the door.

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[Status]

[Name: Amon]

[Level: 24]

[Strength: 57]

[Agility: 53]

[Vitality: 53]

[Defense: 54]

[Endurance: 55]

[Intelligence: 58]

[Spirit: 34]

[Mana: 96]

[Luck: 14]

[Available Attribute Points: 19]

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’I have grown a lot.’ He thought to himself. ’Though, I still a long way to go.’

He kept on staring at it as his eyes moved towards the Attribute Points. ’Should I use them or leave them for emergencies.’

Amon kept on debating about it before he let out a soft sigh. ’I will think about it later.’

The water stopped making Amon turn his head toward the glass wall of the bathroom.

He looked at the solitude of Seraphina getting dressed up.

Amon smiled softly. ’...She will look bombshell.’

After a while, Seraphina called him. "Amon."

"Yeah."

"I am coming out." She announced. "Don’t make fun of me."

"I will not." Amon assured her. "Just come out."

Seraphina opened the door and came out completely dressed.

The nurse uniform he had brought her clung to her body in ways a real nurse’s outfit never would.

The white fabric was short, the skirt barely covering the tops of her thighs.

The top was cut low enough that the soft upper curves of her breasts pushed against the tight material with every breath.

Black stockings rose high on her legs, and a small nurse’s cap sat slightly crooked on her pale-blue hair.

Amon swallowed and drew in a slow breath.

"You’re staring again," Seraphina said through the glass, voice slightly muffled.

"Can you blame me?"

"At least pretend to be subtle."

"Not a chance."

Seraphina smiled before she shook her head.

She wore the same strict expression on her face as she walked towards him, but the blush on her cheeks gave her away.

She adjusted the little cap, straightened the short skirt, and looked at him coldly. "Are you the patient?"

Amon let out a soft chuckle. ’She is already in character.’

"Yes," he said. "I am."

"Then sit up properly. I need to examine you."

Seraphina walked closer, heels soft against the carpet.

Amon sat up and moved to the edge of the bed.

She stopped in front of him, took his wrist, and pressed two fingers against his pulse.

"Your heart is racing," she murmured. "Are you nervous, or just excited?"

"A little of both."

"Good. Patients should be honest with their nurse."

She reached for the belt of the robe he still wore and slowly pulled it open, sliding the soft fabric off his shoulders.

Her hands moved across his chest, down the new lines of muscle and over his stomach.

She traced every ridge with her fingertips, leaving faint red marks wherever she pressed a little harder.

"You’re in better shape with no visible marks," she said quietly. "Is your problem internal?"

"Yes."

Seraphina’s palms continued their slow path over his skin. "For now, where does it hurt?"

Amon pointed lower at his erected dick.

A small, knowing smile curved her lips. "I see. That’s a serious condition."

"Very serious."

"Then I’ll have to treat it carefully."

She gathered her pale-blue hair and twisted it into a loose bun at the back of her head.

Then she sank to her knees between his legs.

"I’ll need to examine this thoroughly," she said, voice soft.

She pushed the open robe the rest of the way aside.

Her fingers wrapped around his dick, warm and careful, and began a slow, steady stroke from base to tip.

"That’s a really big injection," she murmured. "No wonder you’re in pain."

"Think you can handle it?"

"I’m a professional." She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the head.

Her tongue followed, tracing a slow circle before she took him into her mouth.

The wet heat closed around him gradually.

Seraphina sank lower, lips stretching, until most of his length disappeared.

She held still for a moment, breathing through her nose, then began to move deeper.

Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room.

Saliva gathered at the corners of her mouth and trailed down his shaft whenever she pulled back.

"Does this help the pain?" she asked after pulling off for a second, voice a little husky.

"Yes," Amon answered, his hand resting lightly on the back of her head. "Keep going."

"Tell me if it’s too much."

"It won’t be."

She took him in again, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked more firmly.

Amon’s hands settled on her shoulders, then slid lower.

The nurse top had ridden up enough that the soft undersides of her breasts were exposed.

He cupped them through the thin fabric, his thumbs brushing over the stiff nipples that pressed against the material.

Seraphina hummed around him at the contact, the vibration traveling straight down his cock.

"Sensitive there?" he asked.

She pulled off just long enough to answer. "You already know the answer."

"I like hearing it anyway."

"Fine. Yes. They’re sensitive. Now stop talking and let me work."

She sank back down, taking him deeper than before.

Amon squeezed more firmly, rolling the soft flesh in his palms while she continued to work him with her mouth.

Every time he pinched a nipple she made a small sound around him that only encouraged him further.

"You’re getting better at this," he said.

Seraphina pulled off again, lips shiny. "I’ve had practice with a very demanding patient."

"Oh. Show me what you’ve learned."

She took him deeper still, one hand stroking the base while her tongue worked along the underside. Amon’s breathing grew heavier.

After a while he gently pulled her up by the arms.

"My turn to examine you," he said.

Seraphina rose on unsteady legs, cheeks flushed. "Is that part of the treatment?"

"Doctor’s orders."

Amon lay back and guided her forward until she was kneeling over his face, the short skirt pushed up around her hips.

He pulled the thin panties aside and dragged his tongue through her already slick folds.

"Ah~ Amon..."

"Stay in character," he murmured against her. "You’re the nurse, remember?"

She let out a shaky laugh that turned into a moan when he licked her more firmly. "You’re a terrible patient."

"And you’re a very wet nurse."

"Shut up and keep going."

He focused on the swollen clit, occasionally pushing his tongue inside.

Her thighs trembled on either side of his head.

The taste of her mixed with the faint scent of shower soap still clinging to her skin.

"You’re already this wet," he said between strokes. "Was the blowjob that good for you?"

"Maybe."

"Only maybe?"

"Fine. Yes. It was good. Don’t get cocky."

Seraphina shifted her weight, showing the flexibility she usually kept hidden.

She arched backward into a bridge, her hands braced on the bed near his hips, and lowered her mouth onto his cock again.

The position left them in a deep, inverted sixty-nine.

Every time Amon licked her she moaned around him; every time she took him deeper

her hips pressed harder against his mouth.

The wet sounds of both of them filled the room, it was soft, continuous, and filthy.

Seraphina’s pale-blue hair had come half-loose from the bun and brushed against his thighs.

"You taste good," Amon said against her.

She pulled off just long enough to answer, voice muffled and breathless. "So do you. Now stop talking before I lose my balance."

"Hold on."

She took him deeper again, humming around him.

Amon kept one hand on her ass, holding her open while his tongue worked, and the other reached up to keep playing with her breast.

The dual stimulation made her hips rock against his face without control.

"Amon~ I’m getting close~"

"Then cum. I want to feel it."

When the tension in her body grew too sharp he finally moved.

Amon lifted her off him and pushed her gently onto her back.

He shrugged the rest of the robe away and climbed between her legs.

He hooked his hands under her knees and lifted them, folding her open.

"Ready for the real treatment?" he asked.

Seraphina looked up at him, her eyes hazy, the nurse cap now completely crooked. "Yes. Please. I’ve been waiting."

"Say it properly."

"I want you inside me~"

The head of his cock rested against her entrance, hot and slick from her mouth.

He pushed forward slowly.

The tight, wet heat of her body welcomed him inch by inch until he was fully seated inside her.

Seraphina’s mouth fell open in a long, shaky breath. "Fuck~ you’re so deep..."

Amon stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust, both of them breathing hard in the quiet hotel room.

"Still hurt?" he asked.

Seraphina let out a soft, breathless laugh. "Not even a little."

He chuckled and began moving.