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“Aufwachen, bitte.”
Your bleary eyes blink slowly open, still heavy from your trance. The simple action of waking had felt impossible moments ago, as your consciousness drifted through eternal space- but now, your eyelids drag open as though being pulled upward by unseen strings.
“Ah, very good. You’re doing very well.”
As the blurriness clears from your vision, Medic’s grinning face comes into view. He looks happy… that makes you happy. A dopey smile spreads across your own face, childlike joy bubbling inside you.
Medic tilts his head, chuckling. “Look at you, all smiley and cute. Those mind control drugs really did a number on you, huh? And to think you put on such a bold face earlier, determined that it wouldn’t work.”
You don’t remember that, so it must not be important. Something in your mind tugs at you to address it, to pay closer attention to what Medic is saying.
Your concern must show on your face, because Medic tuts and shuffles closer on the bed. His hands reach up to cup your face in his hands- so warm and real and inviting. It’s all too easy to let whatever thoughts you’d been having go, and just be happy, nuzzling into Medic’s touch.
Medic coos affectionately at you, a light laugh to his tone. You coo softly back, grinning stupidly. His hands move to cup your cheek and rub one thumb over your lips, the other gently stroking through your hair. A cross between a moan and a sigh escapes you, fully leaning into Medic’s affections. This is where you’re supposed to be, this is exactly what you were made for.
Medic hums, seemingly pleased with you. “Not so chatty now, are we? I must say, I like you far better like this. You’re my good boy, aren’t you?”
You nod half heartedly, not wanting to disturb Medic’s petting. “ ‘M a… good boy…”
Medic chuckles. “Yes you are. I bet you’d happily do just about anything right now, wouldn’t you?”
You nod, smiling. Anything to make Medic happy, because you love Medic and he loves you and that’s the way things should be.
Medic hums again, thinking. “Hm. Well, you are being such a good boy, so I suppose you deserve a reward. I can save something nasty for someone less cute, huh?” He pinches your cheek a little, grinning at you with those beautiful blue eyes.
You nod and hum in agreement, because you are a good boy, and you are very cute, and you deserve all the head pats and affection. You don’t have to think about whether it’s true or not, because Medic told you it was true, so it must be.
Medic leans in and plants a soft kiss on your lips, sweet and gentle as ever. You melt into the sensation, letting out little moans of satisfaction with each peppered kiss. His soft lips against yours just feel so right, so good and perfect like this is the way it was always meant to be. Every moment of existence should just be this moment, over and over, forever.
Medic’s kisses trail down the side of your neck, sucking and nibbling at your skin. You whine with pleasure, letting your head droop forward to rest in the crook of his neck. The scent of his warm skin, his hair, it satiates your senses. You struggle to imagine how you were ever capable of thinking about anyone or anything else before now- so you stop trying to imagine it. It so easy to just float through the pleasant sensations, letting your mind be empty and undisturbed.
Medic pauses, pulling away as a new kind of smile crosses his face. He glances down at where a wet patch is growing through your pants. You stare stupidly at it as he chuckles- you hadn’t even realised how aroused you were getting, too focused on Medic to notice. Your clit feels hard and hot and it throbs in time with your heartbeat, a pleasant sensation that suddenly aches to be addressed.
You let out a small whimper as one of Medic’s hands moves away from your face, trailing down your shoulders, chest, tummy, until finally reaching your crotch and lightly circling the lines of your pussy through your pants, the patch of wet only growing. His fingers rhythmically toy with you, encouraged by every little moan that escapes your lips.
“You like that, liebe? You want more?”
You nod, unable to form the words to ask for it. It feels so, so good just to have him touch you in any way, let alone in an area that sends signals of pure pleasure up your spine with every little stroke.
Medic’s hands both move to your shoulders, gently guiding you to lie back on the bed. The pillows are so soft and inviting, and your heavy limbs sink into the bedding like lying on fluffy white clouds. Moving even just a finger seems about as possible as learning to fly, so you don’t bother trying. You’re safe and comfortable here, this is the perfect place for you to be.
Open air reaches your cunt as Medic frees it from your soaked underwear, after undoing your fly and pulling your pants down. You shiver with anticipation, happy and trusting.
Medic doesn’t break eye contact as he leans down and teases the tip of his tongue along the length of your pussy, grinning as your mouth hangs open in a silent moan. He continues to lick up and down between your lips, gradually going deeper to massage around your throbbing clit.
You can’t help your eyelids fluttering closed as slick slathers your clit, and you release a long moan as Medic teases the opening rim of your cunt. Slick and saliva drizzle down between your ass and Medic’s chin, collecting in a beautiful concoction beneath you.
Warm pleasure envelops your mind with Medic’s each rhythmic movement, wrapping tightly around you and never letting go. You belong to him, and you love him and he loves you and that’s the way things are supposed to be. Nothing else matters in the whole world.
Medic pushes in deep as his tongue finally penetrates your cunt, sending a shockwave of pleasure all the way up your body. You’re already so close so coming like this, so happy and suggestible.
All it takes is a few good licks and you’re moaning loud, slick spilling out of you as your hole tightens around Medic’s tongue. Medic delicately laps up the remaining goop before pulling away from between your legs, swallowing it before your eyes and licking his lips. He graciously pulls your pants back up but doesn’t bother with doing the fly up properly, which you’re grateful for since it’s more comfy like this anyway.
Medic crawls forward so that he’s leaning over you, smiling at your flushed cheeks and dopey expression. “Well done, liebe. You’ve been very, very good today.”
You beam back at him, eyes half open, You’re tired from your orgasm, and the sweet voice of sleep is beginning to call for you through the curtains of reality. Medic’s hand moves to cup your face again, a welcome sensation that you immediately give in to.
“Yes… such a good boy. You love being a good boy, don’t you? You love coming for me, and you love it when I pet you and cuddle you like this. You love me, don’t you?”
You nod, not even having to think about it to know that it’s true. You love coming for Medic. You love it when Medic pets you and cuddles you and calls you good. You love him, and he loves you, and that's the meaning of all existence.
“That’s right, you’re safe. You’re very, very safe here with me, and I’m going to make sure to keep it that way.” Medic purrs, rhythmically stroking your cheek with his thumb. “As long as you belong to me, I’ll never let anything bad happen to you.”
He pulls you up like a doll, positioning you to hold in his arms as he sits against the headboard. You let your eyes pull closed again, lulled by the gentle rising and falling of Medic’s chest beneath your head.
“That’s it liebe, be still. I’ve got you, everything is going to be okay.” He strokes your hair lightly, adding to the feeling of safety, comforting you like a soft blanket.
“I suppose it’ll be interesting to see how much of this you’ll remember when the drugs wear off, and you wake up- ooh, maybe it’ll have a few permanent effects on your brain. That will certainly be interesting… hopefully you keep a shred of this goodness the way you are now.”
You softly hum in response, hearing but not really understanding. You’re trying to not drift away just yet, just to keep hearing Medic’s voice for a little longer. Blessedly he continues talking, going on about things that quickly begin to have little to no meaning to you at all, but you don’t mind. Soon he seems to realise that you’re not paying attention, and chuckles.
“Sorry liebe, my rambling’s getting the better of me. Off to sleep you go.” He rests a gentle hand on your forehead. “ Einschlafen.”
With that, you feel your consciousness being dragged into the deep abyss of your mind, like the bottomless depths of a warm, dark ocean. Calm, empty nothingness envelops you in it’s loving embrace, holding you as you rest.