The Lustful Time Lord's Revenge - Chapter 236 - Role Reversal

Chapter 236: Chapter 236 – Role Reversal

I stared at Charlotte’s beautiful face, a complex mix of innocence, shame, and undeniable pleasure playing across her features. Her mouth, now full of my release, swallowed occasionally while letting a few drops escape down her chin. Her large breasts bounced wildly each time she coughed or gasped. It was truly a beautiful sight.

Charlotte let out a humming sound in response, her eyes half-closed in a blend of suffering and pleasure she couldn’t explain. I could see her growing wetter beneath her white skirt.

[Charlotte’s Sexual Arousal increased to 68 (+8)]

[Charlotte’s Sexual Arousal increased to 75 (+7)]

[Charlotte’s Sexual Arousal increased to 82 (+7)]

Those notifications kept appearing in my peripheral vision, but I ignored them. My focus was now on this woman—the Sacred Healer, Guardian Council member, the respected lady now lying limp beside me with a soiled face and gasping breath.

She was helpless. Unable to think. Only able to feel—her recently used mouth, her filled throat, and the strange sensation spreading through her body. A sensation that made her wetter, wilder, craving more.

“I’m… I’m going to… finish,” I groaned, warning her. “Get ready, Doc.”

Charlotte looked at me with wet eyes. There was no fear there. Only anticipation.

I quickened my pace. And I exploded.

A thick burst filled her mouth directly. Charlotte gasped, her eyes widening further. But she didn’t pull away. She kept sucking, swallowing everything that came out.

That thick white fluid began escaping from the corners of her lips, flowing down her chin, dripping onto her exposed chest. Some even came out her nose—a truly filthy, humiliating, yet beautiful sight.

Charlotte coughed slightly, overwhelmed. But she kept sucking, kept swallowing, until the very last drop.

When it was over, I released my grip on her hair. Charlotte collapsed limply beside me, gasping for breath. Her face was covered in tears, saliva, and my release still clinging everywhere. Her large breasts were also wet, several white trails flowing between them.

She stared at me with vacant eyes. Then, in a hoarse whisper barely audible, she murmured.

“I… I did it. I actually… did it.”

She raised her trembling hand, touching her own soiled face. Looking at the white fluid on her fingers. Staring at it with an expression of disbelief.

“I… the Sacred Healer… one of the world’s strongest Awakeners…” she mumbled to herself. “And I… I just…”

Charlotte couldn’t finish her sentence.

She truly couldn’t comprehend everything she’d just done. How could a woman like her—known for decades as calm, dignified, and respectable—now use her mouth for something like this? How could she have uttered all those filthy words? How could she have enjoyed every second of it? How could her body have reacted this way?

Honestly, she was aware that she had enjoyed all of this. Her still-trembling body, the increasingly wet spot between her legs, her still-racing heart—all were undeniable proof. But she didn’t want to admit it. Admitting it would mean accepting that she, Charlotte Haverty, was a depraved woman who enjoyed being treated this way by her own friend’s child.

I sat beside her. Watching her still lying there with that conflicted expression. Her internal turmoil was so strong, so clearly visible on that beautiful face.

My hand descended, stroking her thigh sheathed in thin white stockings. The touch made her flinch, her eyes immediately turning to me.

Slowly, my hand moved upward. Creeping beneath her white skirt. Touching the warm skin of her upper thigh. Then higher, reaching her large, round ass.

I squeezed it. Gently, but meaningfully.

Charlotte bit her lip, holding back a moan.

My hand moved again, creeping forward to the area between her legs. Touching her thoroughly soaked panties.

“Nurse Charlie,” I said, my tone suddenly shifting—lighter, more playful, but still full of meaning. “It seems you’re sick down here.”

Charlotte blinked. Confused. But only for a moment.

I kept stroking her pussy through those wet panties. My fingers pressed against the thin, damp fabric, feeling the warmth and moisture beneath.

“Do you want me to examine you?”

Charlotte looked at me. In her eyes, the internal struggle continued. But slowly, something else began to emerge. Understanding. Acceptance.

She realized we were now switching roles. I was the doctor, she was the patient.

And she liked that idea.

“Yes… doctor,” she whispered, her voice still hoarse but beginning to take on a different tone. “Down there… it itches so much. I don’t know why.”

I smiled. One hand still squeezing her ass, while the other rose to her face. My fingers stroked her cheek, still wet with tears and my release.

“Then, as a good doctor, I need to make sure nothing’s wrong with Nurse Charlie’s body,” I said. “Sit up nicely, Nurse Charlie.”

I rose from beside her and sat in the chair near the bed, facing her. I patted my thigh, signaling.

Charlotte understood. Slowly, with trembling movements, she crawled closer. Then lay on her back before me, her head on the pillow, her body stretched out in front of me.

I sat before her legs. Gazing at the sight before me.

Charlotte lay there in her white nurse’s uniform, still open at the front, revealing her large breasts still wet with my release. Her white skirt still covered her lower half, but not for long.

I reached for one of her slender legs. Lifted it slowly, then kissed the white stocking on her calf. It smelled sweet, a mix of perfume and a faint damp scent.

My tongue came out, licking that stocking. Slowly, from calf to knee, from knee to thigh.

Charlotte shivered, her breathing growing heavy again.

I kept licking, enjoying the texture of the stocking on my tongue, enjoying how Charlotte responded to every touch. My other hand squeezed her other thigh, sometimes kneading her soft flesh, sometimes stroking her stocking.

My face disappeared beneath her skirt. There, behind that thin white fabric, I could smell her strong, wet scent. The distinct aroma of an aroused woman, making my blood surge.

“Oh my, Nurse Charlie,” I commented, my voice muffled by her skirt. “The smell down here is very strong.”

Charlotte whimpered. “P-Please examine deeper, Doctor.”

I inhaled deeply, savoring her scent.

Charlotte trembled violently. Her hands reached for the sheets, gripping them tightly.

“D-Doctor…” she whispered, her voice shaking.

“What is it, Nurse Charlie?” I asked from beneath her skirt.

“D-Down there… it feels… so sensitive…”

I licked her through her panties. Charlotte let out a small scream, her hands clutching the sheets.

“Relax, Nurse Charlie. This is part of the examination.”

I smiled. My hands reached for her panties, pulling them down slowly. The damp fabric slid away from her body, and I brought it out from under her skirt.

Plain white panties, now thoroughly soaked with clear fluid. The scent was very strong.

I showed the panties to her.

“Nurse Charlie,” I said, my tone serious but my eyes mischievous. “It seems you’re suffering severely down there. Look at this, so wet. You must need intensive treatment.”

Charlotte’s face flushed, but she didn’t look away. She stared at her own wet panties, then looked at me.

“Please… treat me, doctor,” she whispered. “I… I can’t stand it anymore.”

I set the panties aside. Then my hands reached for her skirt, slowly pulling it up. The white fabric rose, revealing her slender thighs, her wide hips, and now her exposed pussy.

Charlotte had neatly trimmed pubic hair, cut short and tidy, forming a small triangle above the top of her thighs. Below it, her pussy was open—beautiful, like a blooming flower. Her labia were pink, glistening with the clear fluid coating the entire area.

I stroked her neat pubic hair. Then my fingers descended, touching her pussy.

Charlotte gasped. A long moan escaped her bitten lips.

My fingers explored every inch of her beautiful pussy. Feeling the softness of her labia, the warmth there, and how wet she was. I parted her labia slowly, revealing what lay within.

Her red, slightly swollen clitoris. Her throbbing vaginal opening, releasing clear fluid with every pulse. Waiting to be entered.

I whistled softly.

“Look at this, Nurse Charlie,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Your condition is truly severe. See how wet you are. How red. How much you’re throbbing.”

“W-Will I recover, Doctor?” she whispered.

“Of course.” I smiled. “But it requires intensive treatment. And an injection.”

“An injection?”

“A strong medicine injection. I have three options.” My finger pointed to my still-erect, wet cock. “The small one, the medium one, or the large one. Which do you think suits your condition best?”

Charlotte stared at my large cock. Her eyes moved from base to tip, taking in every inch. Then she looked at me.

“The… the large one, Doctor,” she whispered. “I want the large injection.”

I grinned widely. “Excellent choice, Nurse Charlie. But don’t rush.”

I observed her disheveled appearance. Her large, full breasts were wide open, her hard, red nipples protruding. Her white uniform was pulled aside at her stomach, revealing her wet, open pussy. Her white stockings were still intact, perfectly encasing her slender legs. Her hair was a mess, her face covered in tears and my dried release.

She looked like a fallen angel. Dirty, broken, but incredibly beautiful.

“As a good doctor, I must properly analyze your condition,” I said. “A thorough examination first, before administering the injection.”

I reached for the stethoscope lying on the side table. The same tool she’d used to examine me earlier would now be used to examine her.

“Now, Nurse Charlie, I also need to examine your chest condition,” I said, my tone serious. “Who knows, there might be issues there too.”

Charlotte nodded obediently. Her large breasts swayed slightly.

I brought the stethoscope’s cold metal end to her right breast. The cool metal touched her smooth white skin, right on her areola.

Charlotte gasped. “Cold…”

“Be patient, Nurse. This is for your own good.”

I moved the stethoscope slowly, circling her large breast. Sometimes pressing slightly, making the soft flesh change shape. Sometimes holding it in one spot, pretending to listen to something.

My other hand joined in the play. My fingers stroked her left breast, squeezing gently, feeling its weight and softness.

Her nipples were already hard. Two prominent pink points, waiting to be touched.

Charlotte moaned. “A-Are my breasts… also sick, Doctor?”

“Of course.” I pressed her nipple, twisting it. “Look, your nipples are already very hard. A sign that they also need treatment. Perhaps they need sucking.”

I lowered my head, licking her nipple with the tip of my tongue. Charlotte gasped, a long moan escaping her lips. My tongue licked her hard nipple, circling it, tugging it. Then I sucked it—hard, deep, like a hungry baby.

“Uuuaaahhh… Doctor…” she moaned.

I sucked her nipple as strongly as possible, hoping milk would come out. But there was none. Only the faint sweet taste of her skin.

“Ahh… too bad,” I said after releasing. “It seems your breasts also need special treatment. They can’t produce milk.”

Charlotte looked at me with wet eyes. “P-Please heal me, Doctor. I… I want to be healed.”

I smiled. “Of course, Nurse Charlie. I’ll work hard to heal you.”

I lowered myself again, this time moving downward. My face was now back before her wet, open pussy.

I inhaled deeply. The wet smell, the feminine scent, the aroma of arousal—all mingled together, intoxicating. I licked her. My tongue swept from bottom to top, tasting her salty, slightly sweet juices. Charlotte screamed, her body tensing.

My tongue licked again. And again. This time deeper, entering the folds of her labia, searching for her small, hidden clitoris.

I found it. A small, hardened nub. I licked it with the tip of my tongue.

“Aaahhh… yes… God…!” Charlotte moaned loudly.

I kept licking, circling my tongue around her clitoris, sometimes sucking it gently. My hands helped—one squeezing her breast, the other squeezing her large ass.

“H-How does it feel, Nurse Charlie?” I asked between licks.

“B-Better…” she sighed, breathless. “But… still… hurts…”

“I’ll keep treating you until you’re healed.”

I licked deeper. My tongue entered her vagina, feeling the hot, wet walls inside. It tasted incredible—tangy, salty, pure pleasure.

Charlotte could no longer think clearly. She could only feel—my tongue inside her, my hand on her breast, and the strange sensation spreading through her body.

She wanted to participate in this game further.

“C-Continue, Doctor,” she whispered, her voice desperate. “Don’t stop… I’m almost… almost…”

But I stopped.

Charlotte moaned in disappointment. “Why did you stop? I was almost…”

“The examination isn’t finished, Nurse Charlie.” I smiled mischievously. “There’s still one more part to examine.”

I reached for the stethoscope again. This time, I pressed its cold metal end against her wet, hardened clitoris.

“Aaaahhhh!” Charlotte screamed.

The cold, hard stethoscope tip moved around her clitoris, circling, pressing, stimulating in a different way than my tongue.

“This is to test your sensitivity level,” I said, pretending to be serious. “Good response. Means your nerves are still functioning normally.”

“B-But… it’s too… sensitive…” Charlotte moaned, her body squirming restlessly.

“That’s exactly what we want.”

I kept moving the stethoscope, sometimes on her clitoris, sometimes slipping slightly into her vagina. Charlotte writhed, moaned, nearly reaching her peak several times, but each time I stopped just before she arrived.

“Please… Doctor… I can’t take it anymore…” she moaned.

I set the stethoscope aside. I rose, standing before her.

“Now,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Time for the injection.”