Hotel Chaldea Ep. Nightingale 2

The nurse's office was cold.

"Purely out of curiosity, is that outfit actually sterile?"

The Head Nurse was the Heroic Spirit known as Florence Nightingale, perhaps the most famous nurse and among the most famous health practitioners of all time period, after whom the entire cliché of a man falling in love with the one who rescued and nursed them back to health is named, and most importantly, the chief Medical Officer of Finis Chaldea's Hospital.

She was also personally in charge of the medical checkups for every single person in Chaldea. Servants did not actually need to sleep, and the Berserker Nurse made full use of that to ensure she was always on top of all of her work, and apparently, her idea of stress was not being able to do her work and look after the health of everyone around her. She was insane, as all members of her class were, but she had the useful kind of insanity that made her an extremely practical individual.

"Yes," the nurse said, as she observed the liquid inside a vial, a combination of blood and a chemical agent she had just poured into the vial through a now half empty wicked looking syringe. It still had bubbly-looking green fluid filling up about half of it, as she set it down on her desk. "No signs of excessive mana accumulation in your blood, and no reaction from the ether reagent either," she said, putting the vial down and writing something down on a clipboard, using a surprisingly cute looking pen with a fuzzy pink heart on top.

What was the possibly non-sterile outfit?

Well, it was the one that she said was originally supposed to be a halloween costume for her to deliver treatment to all those who needed it during the festivities without being out of place. Apparently it was part of a nurse's job to adapt to her surroundings, which apparently included putting on kneehigh black boots with high heels, a tiny micro-skirt that barely fit her, a pink microbikini on top of a green microbikini, both made out of latex, the green one semi-transparent and having the appearance as if she were wearing an outfit made out of condoms, a parody of the shoulders and collar of a nurse's coat, and of course, a nice little black hat to bring the outfit together.

"Alright, that's a clean bill of health, right?" you asked.

She had run a lot of tests. She was very extensive and cared very much for the health of those around her, sometimes to the detriment of everything else. At least you hadn't landed yourself in a decontamination chamber, despite having been to an area of Africa stricken with a Malaria outbreak.

"You appear to be free of illness, your level of fitness is superb and you present no abnormalities," she spoke, marking some things on her clipboard and then putting it back down on her desk.

The nurse's office was a somewhat cold and sterile place. White painted walls, white tiles on the floor, white tiles on the lower half of the wall, white steel furniture, at least the privacy curtains and screen were the typical medical green, and the scrubs you had been provided to war for the length of your checkup were also that same shade of green.

She pushed back a little and her spinny chair's wheels squeaked a little as well as the support for her back, her heels clacked as she put them on the ground, pushing off and getting up. As she did, it became hard to ignore just how astonishingly sexy her outfit was. Slutty halloween outfits were very common, and even moreso in Chaldea, in fact it was sometimes more difficult to find non-revealing costumes, short of Nitocris deciding to dress as a Medjed for the festivities.

Her skirt was so short and so stretched that when she turned to you, you got a pretty good look at how her cameltoe was perfectly framed and enhanced by the latex panties, and she raised a hand, gloved in the same green of her under-underwear, and pointed a finger at you, no, she pointed it at your crotch.

"The last test that remains is the test of your sexual and reproductive health," she stated.

"I... really don't think that's necessary," you responded, "I mean, I have three kids and, well, I think it's pretty obvious the equipment works, right?" you asked.

Nightingale raised her left hand and used the right to adjust her glove, ensuring that it was all properly stretched around her fingers. "This is non-negotiable. I will check on every aspect of your health, which includes testing your reproductive system as well. Do not resist, and this shall be over promptly," she spoke.

"Really?" you sighed. "Okay, I guess it's never too early to start taking care of myself..."

"That is correct," Nightingale spoke. "Now, stand up," she said.

Sighing, you did exactly that, and when she prompted you, you turned around, looking at the plastic and steel chair, The scrubs, as per usual, were open on the back, and that meant your butt was revealed. What was going to come was obvious - adult men need to have their prostate checked after all.

You heard Nightingale open the drawer of her desk and then close it, and the next thing you heard was the sound, humorously similar to farting, as she poured what you assumed was lubricant from a bottle.

"In order to avoid undue harm, the patient should remain calm and relaxed," she spoke. You felt one of her gloved hands on your cheek, and the other, you soon felt touching your butthole, the gloved tips of two fingers rubbing what felt like a generous dollop of slimy, slick and cool lubricant along the rim of your anus and part of your cheeks.

"Lean forward and put your hands on the backrest of the chair, spread your legs a little more," the head nurse spoke, "continue to relax, this is a medical procedure," she spoke.

Nodding, you leaned forward and put your hands on the backrest of the chair, which caused you to stick your butt out.

Before you had even had a chance to worry about it, the fingers teasing your butthole plunged forward, and despite yourself, you couldn't avoid thinking about how good it felt. Despite the Nurse's brusque and stiff, even cold, demeanor, she was actually surprisingly gentle and patient as she pushed her fingers up your butthole, softly.

Unfortunately, between her extremely sexy outfit and her fingers up there, it was impossible to not get hard. Hissing involuntarily, you arched your back and could immediately tell that your cock was getting hard, and more importantly, you also felt the Nurse's hand slide, the feeling of her latex-like glove sliding along the skin of your asscheek and then your balls was staggering and kept you surprised all the way until you felt her hand, her slim, slick fingers, wrapping around your cock.

She had already lubed up her hand. Her fingers in your asshole curled a little, and she rotated her wrist, seemingly digging around in your butthole, as if she had some sort of sixth sense to find the pleasure spots there.

"No abnormalities detected in your prostate," she spoke, "your erection is hale and hearthy," she spoke, running her hand along it, stroking you slowly and softly, "no irregularities detected along the skin, no injuries, no marks, no blemishes," she said, "your stiffness is more than sufficient, this is an exemplary erection," she spoke, even as she continued to dig around in your asshole.

Hissing, you felt your body shake, and were glad for the suggestion to hold onto the chair.

As she spoke, you could feel her breath on your balls, and it sent shivers up your spine to feel it, the strange sensation of vulnerability that this position gave you was enticing in a different, new way. The nurse had a way to dominate a situation, any situation, she found herself in. Nightingale was that kind of person who commanded through a combination of experience and intelligence, and an intensity and unyielding will of steel that had others moving out of the way and letting her take charge.

It wasn't an altogether bad experience to be at another's mercy for a change.

"I'm not sure how comfortable I am with your fingers in my asshole for this long," you said, trying not to let your voice come out in an almost girlish, coquettish moan, it was almost pathetic and you felt both weird and aroused, the entire situation was strangely erotic and her extremely serious approach only made it even more enticing.

She began to move her hand, stroking your cock in earnest. "Your prostate appears healthy," the pink haired nurse spoke, humming thoughtfully. "Then I will proceed to the extraction of a semen sample."

With that said, she slowly pulled her fingers out of your butthole, dragging the slick digits out and scratching an itch you didn't know was there as she did, dragging a hiss of pleasure out of you as she did so.

"A-Alright, do you need me to jack off into a cup or something?" you asked, feeling your voice tremble even before it came out of your mouth, feeling more than a little embarrassed over it, even though your cock was as hard as it got. You were about to turn around when you noticed she still had you by the dick, and now, the hand that had been teasing your ass was moving as well, the tips of her fingers dragging along your crack and taint until she cradled your balls with her hand, arresting your movement entirely.

"Unnecessary. I'll handle the extraction process, ensuring efficiency and proper collection," she spoke, "simply relax and allow me."

Before you could speak, you felt her move forward, as her right palm pressed against your balls and her left hand stroked the length of your shaft, you first felt her breath, wet and hot, against your butt and more importantly your butthole, and then you felt her chin and her nose and her lips, and finally, her tongue, all coming into contact with you, as she buried her face between your cheeks and stuck her tongue back into your anus.

"Huh, he-hey, what, what are you doing..!?" you asked. "Isn't that really dirty!?" you asked, "I thought cleanliness, guh, was a- important!"

She pulled her face back, still stroking you with impeccable pace and rhythm, matching her stroking with her fingers, thumb and palm teasing your balls. "Do not worry yourself. Saliva has disinfectant properties and promotes the healing of physical wounds," she said. "Simply allow me to apply medical treatment to the affected area, and do not resist, if you tense up this will take longer."

"Guh, is this really a physical checkup?" you asked.

"I am very thorough, your health is not a joke!" she said, harshly and severely, speeding up her stroking and ball teasing as she dove again, tonguing your asshole deeply now, licking you deep within, her tongue seemingly stretching endlessly into your asshole. It wasn't your first time getting your ass eaten, but Nightingale had a ferocity and fervor that made the experience unique.

She was commanding and demanding, performing an act that would usually be seen as one of the most submissive things one could possibly do, but doing it in such a dominant fashion that you couldn't help but let her do what she wanted, Nightingale was simply taking charge of the situation and you were swept up in her wake.

With a lip smack, she pulled back. "Your testicles are heavy and full. Are you ejaculating regularly?" she asked, as she squeezed your ballsack a little, sending a little bolt of pleasure and a thrilling edge of panic, as your brain reminded you that she could crush them really easily at that exact moment, then she went back to softly and carefully fondling them. "By my estimations you should ejaculate about twice as frequently as you currently do in order to prevent an unhealthy build up of semen in your testicles, ensure that you ejaculate at least once before bed to prevent nightly emissions."

You snorted, thinking about all the women who demanded your attention, as well as the wife who had absolutely no objection to participating in the nightly ritual.

Before you could open your mouth to reply, however, she dove back in, and immediately restarted licking your asshole, diving even deeper, straight up making out with your butthole, it was difficult to conceive how this act felt like she was dominating you by the act of eating your ass, as if she was the one getting the pleasure from it, even as it felt so ridiculously good that thought was escaping your mind, and your mental train of thought began to derail.

Her hand sped up along your cock as well, and she strengthened the pressure, you felt her hand leave your balls, at the same time as you felt the thundering sensation of your resistance failing and the pressure building, like a rapidly tightening up coil building near the core of your being, just ahead of your hips, until her tongue seemed to find and press the most sensitive spot in your asshole, and then her next stroke, going down along the length of your shaft, prompted the explosion as your ejaculation erupted.

She continued stroking you through your orgasm, which intensified the waves of pleasure, each of her strokes produced a new, stronger one, like a crashing wave against the rocks that were your brains, wearing down at them, covering all in white foam.

Rather than cumming, because of your position and what was happening, it very much felt like you were getting milked, and it felt oddly amazing, it was a deliciously thrilling sensation, of being used and played with by the woman who was even now lapping and teasing at the sensitive spot inside your ass, while stroking your cock and squeezing out all of your dick milk.

Her mouth popped from your ass with a smack and she went lower, but she didn't let you go free, her lips kissed your balls, and then she was sucking them into her mouth, though she only managed to stuff one of your enlarged and engorged testicles into her mouth at a time, whilke the other was rapidly squeezing more and more cum out. She switched which of your balls she was sucking and the other suddenly seemed to increase semen production even more, trading back and forth while stroking your cock and milking out every last drop of your semen.

Your mind went blank and you could only relax until she finally finished, the pleasure waning and your strength failing you for a second, that felt incredibly draining, and she eventually let you rest, helping you lie down.

Opening your eyes, you saw her standing up and holding a clear recipient, it was decently large, like something a strong alcoholic drink would be served in, bigger than a regular shot glass but way smaller than a normal glass.

It was also about half full.

"You know, I never really thought," you said, your voice coming out a little high, "about how much I cum until I saw it like that... it's a lot isn't it?"

Nightingale raised the glass to the light, and you could read it. About... forty milliliters, according to the measuring marks on the glass. Asssuming those were accurate for semen anyway. "This is between eight to fourteen times more than expected from the average," she spoke. "Even having consumed drugs to enhance and increase ejaculation, this is significantly beyond the norm," she spoke.

You blinked. "Wait, really? That much?" you asked. You knew Medea liked big cumshots but to learn you were more than ten times bigger than the average was a bit crazy. How could your balls even produce that much? And shouldn't your dick and balls be tired after squeezing that much out? "That sounds insane, and maybe dangerous," you said, turning back to the nurse...

Only to find Nightingale turning the measuring cup up while putting her fingers to its lip, and unceremoniously downing it like it was actually a shot glas. Your jaw almost fell a little as you witnessed that.

Closing her eyes, the nurse pulled her head back and straightened up her neck, bringing a pair of gloved fingers up to her face and touching her lips with her gloved fingertips, visibly and audibly making a serious effort to swallow your load, her neck and throat bulging as she did so.

After numerous loud swallowing noises came out of her throat, she let out a sigh of satisfaction, and ran her fingers over her lips, then licked them clean.

"Sperm count is... more than satisfactory. Taste is... unusual, but not unwelcome, and almost certainly the product of a magical effect. Warmth and potency... spectacular," she muttered.

You were hard as a rock just watching that, it was so unbelievably sexy.

She then nodded and bent over her desk, first resting her body on her left arm, and then reaching behind herself with the right, spreading her cheeks and hooking a finger along the fabric of her panties, the latex stretching to reveal her sopping wet cunt.

"Please proceed to make your next deposit of semen here," she said. "I require another sample to test your fertility, and I will require another for laboratory testing."

You gulped.

"Head Nurse, is this still a medical procedure?" you asked.

She looked at you. "Yes, it is a very vital one, your treatment must continue," she spoke, "handling the health of the VIP individuals of Chaldea is my task, and I will not let it go unfulfilled," she spoke. "Now proceed with the injection, unless you would prefer that I handle it myself?"

Her eyes turned to the corner of the room, behind the privacy screen. You peeked and saw that she had a harness-like belt with a large purple dildo with a green latex condom wrapped around it.

You turned to her, and made a quick snap decision. Good though it might've felt to have your ass eaten, it was time for you to return the favor, rather than keep taking advantage of Nightingale's kindness, and hurriedly you got to providing the samples she requested, lest she take the extraction into her own hips...