To be Claimed by Her

Bonus Chapter 6

Let's Play Doctor

Sean's POV

How did I get dragged into a mission? I'm the doctor, not the super spy. Worst of all, I'm missing date night with my Star.

About a year after the triplets, we'd gotten dragged in on another supernatural mission by Phil. This time it involved a psychiatric hospital that was running tests on people with gifts. To the outside world, the victims really did sound crazy. I mean what normal human would believe someone who claims they can levitate or time travel, but with our group, we can fairly quickly spot a real witch or mage. Apparently, the hospital seems to have a few demons posing as human doctors so we were sent in to find the demons and help relocate the victims with the Council's support. Sometimes his relationship with Cailleach was a bit annoying. I swear I think they find reasons to meet up and it usually ends up with us being sent on a mission.

So that explains why I'm stuck on night desk duty at a creepy hospital instead of taking my lovely wife out to dinner. Then again, it was rather entertaining to see Owen wrapped in a straightjacket and tossed on his ass. However, the look he shot at me when I laughed will most likely end up with me strapped to a bed when this mission is done.

The lights flickered as I sat watching the monitors. A blip on camera four caught my attention. It was an empty exam room one minute, then the next my sweet Star appeared on the screen. She had on a tempting little purple babydoll outfit and made a kissing motion toward the camera, then it went dead. Oh, that little vixen. I practically ran down the hall.

When I opened the door, she was lying on the examination table, propped up on her elbows. "Hello, mo sholas," she purred, "I missed you." She looked positively sinful and I could feel my dick swell.

"Star, you shouldn't be here. It's not safe," I groaned. "If Owen finds out, he'll kill me."

She pouted, pushing out her bottom lip as she got up on her knees, "But Sean, I want to play doctor." Oh, my gods, this woman will be the death of me. I looked around the room and smiled to myself. Oh, this is the perfect room to play doctor in.

I clicked the lock on the door as I stalked closer to the bed. "Are you sure you really want to play, my little Star? I think you might need to be punished first for interrupting a mission." My voice was low and predatory as I watched her shiver in response.

"Yes sir, I need to be punished," she whined, clenching her thighs tightly.

I crashed my lips to hers and lifted her in my arms. I then quickly pushed her down on her stomach and cinched the thick leather straps at the top of the bed over her wrists. She gasped and tugged at them, only to realize they wouldn't budge. "It's a psychiatric hospital, little girl. Restraints are everywhere," I chuckled. Her eyes went wide. I don't think she thought this through. Then again, I've only been truly dominant with her a couple of times. She was in for a show tonight.

I grabbed her waist and released the center bar on the table, essentially making it fold down in half, so that she was bent over, but still restrained. I brought my hand down on her ass with a loud crack. She squealed and tried to squirm away without much success. I rained down strike after strike on her ass until it was bright red and she was panting. "You're dripping little girl," I taunted her as my fingers played in her wet folds. She made high-keening noises and bucked against my hand. "What do you want?"

"Fuck me, sir," she moaned, her hips grinding on my fingers. I dropped my scrubs and boxers and slammed inside of her. The entire bed moved with the force of my thrusts as she cried out. For a moment I worried someone might hear us, but realistically, patients often screamed and moaned here with no one batting an eye. She tugged at the restraints as I felt her getting closer to her climax. My balls felt tight as I grabbed her stomach and began to fill her. My breath caught in my throat as I noticed my hands glow softly. The glow seemed to shift to her stomach, then vanish. Did we...is she...no, that can't be - I convinced myself. Reaching up, I removed the restraints, rubbing and kissing her wrists gently. As I cradled her in my arms, she groaned softly and began to grind on me. "More, please," she whined.

I lifted her up, carrying her until her back slammed against the wall. "Beg," I demanded as I thrust upwards but not entering her.

She let out a throaty moan, "Please, sir. I need to be fucked." Her eyes were hooded as she tried to press her hips against me.

"Such a naughty little girl," I chuckled as I slammed my cock fully into her. I pulled her legs tight around my hips as I began to fuck her. Her breasts bounced with the force of my movements. I bowed my head to capture one of them in my mouth, and sucking hard, she gasped as I bit down on her nipple. Cum all you want, little girl, but I won't stop until I'm ready. Her body shook from her orgasm. The way her body tensed around me felt amazing, but I wasn't ready to finish yet. I wanted to send her over so many times that it was almost painful, then I'd give her what she really wanted.

After her third climax, I put her back down on the bed and lowered my mouth between her legs, running my tongue across her swollen folds. She was whimpering in a mix of pleasure and pain, begging me to fill her. I paused for a moment to lift the bed back to full size, then climbed on top of her. As I hovered over her, I asked, "Is this what you want little girl? Do you want me to fill that needy little pussy with my cum?"

She nodded, "Yes, please," her voice cracking and soft as tears streamed down her cheeks. I kissed her tears as I entered her slowly, keeping my hands on her hips when she tried to lift them. She begged me to go faster, but I stayed at a slow and even pace, torturing her. I could feel her body begin to tighten as my own balls began to clench.

"Cum," I said quietly and I placed my hand on her stomach as I began to cum inside of her, watching it glow slightly. I heard her gasp as she watched the glow fade into her belly. Her eyes met mine and I gave her a cheeky smile. Her mouth formed an O shape as I chuckled, "My patron is a fertility goddess, Star. What did you expect?"

Twin girls: Tori and Kiku Green

Tori is Japanese for bird; Kiku is Japanese for chrysanthemum