Heatwave

Heatwave Chapter Four (NC-17)
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"Ah, that looks like a good size bruise there," Cecilia soothed, rubbing a bit of antibiotic ointment on the raw spot where Kurt's trunks had rubbed his tail during The Incident. She had not seen it but she had heard about it and been expecting him ever since Beast had come down, trying not to chuckle. It had not been funny, he assured her, but rather amusing. He had not witnessed it either but one heard things around the Institute... "You're going to have to take off your swimsuit for me to put the rest of this on..." She held the tube of cream in one hand, gesturing to his trunks.
"Um... I'd rather not," he muttered, hunching over miserably. "I can do it myself." He held out his hand for the tube and seemed to blush, if the darkening of the fur on his cheeks was any indication.
She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Kurt, I'm a doctor. Whatever you have, I've seen before." She smirked as she added, "At least twice." She waved the tube of ointment and added, "The longer you wait, the more this is going to sting."
Kurt groaned in potential embarrassment and sighed. "Okay, fine. Just don't look!" He slid to his feet from the lab table and turned his back to her, muttering under his breath in German the entire time.
Cecilia smiled inwardly at the modesty of youth, conveniently forgetting that she was usually one of the most conservative, buttoned up people in Bayville, at least in terms of things like nudity and sex. She leaned against the cabinets opposite the examination table and waited patiently, wishing that the air conditioning repairman would hurry up... It was so hot she was sweating in her lab coat, rivulets of moisture running between her breasts, braless due to the temperature. Kurt muttered something about being ready so she shoved herself away from the ineffective desktop fan and crossed over to him. He kept his back to her, his trunks pushed down enough to free his tail and keep everything else covered. "Okay, this is going to be a little cold..."
"Ja, ja, get it over with," he muttered, clenching the edge of the table until his knuckles paled.
Cecilia started slowly, gingerly applying a fingerful of the ointment to the pink scrape on the base of his tail. Kurt shuddered under her touch and she raised a brow. "That hurt?"
"Nein," he bit out. "Hurry please!" He shivered, his tail lashing in agitation.
Cecilia paused. She could feel his pulse throbbing in his tail, fast and hard. He was shivering still, despite the humid closeness of the room. "Kurt, you're going to have to stop moving your tail. I can't treat you if you don't hold still!" She grabbed his tail just tightly enough to hold it in place and was chagrined to have him gasp as if in pain. "I'm sorry!"
"That...didn't hurt," he murmured, ducking his head. "Please, it'll be fine. I need to leave..."
Cecilia released his tail, realization dawning. Something uncoiled deep within her, sending tendrils of warm and melting desire through her body, pooling in her belly. "You're eighteen, correct?" she asked in an official tone, reaching past him to get his chart from the end of the table. She let her breasts brush against his back, the soft fur there teasing the swell of flesh above the neck of her low-cut t-shirt. Kurt's shudder resounded through her own body as she repeated the action, moving to sit on the table next to where he leaned, the chart held in her lap. "Kurt?"
"Um... ja. Ja. Eighteen..." He looked up at her but his gaze stopped before it even reached her face. His breathing hitched as she leaned forward slightly, her breasts shifting within the confines of her tight shirt.
"I think you're too tense," she said lightly. "It's hard to heal properly if you're too tense."
Kurt blinked and looked up at her face then, tearing his gaze away from her cleavage. "I haven't heard that theory before..."
She smiled slowly, dropping the chart to one side. "It's one I'm working on right now, actually. I think I need a research assistant." She uncrossed her legs, parting her thighs and drawing his gaze downward. Her shorts were almost too short to be proper for a doctor but, she decided, who's to say what that is? Especially, she added, in this damned heat! "What're you doing this afternoon?"
"Ah," he said carefully, his expression moving from torn to almost feral. "I think I have a few hours free..."
She inhaled slowly, not quite sure if she should give in... He was attractive, she allowed, and young... legal, she reminded herself... And the heat was making her very hormonal... Kurt was more forward than she would have thought. He stood and moved in front of her, his hands coming to rest on her knees. She parted her legs just a little more, pushing her hips forward. "Good," she replied. "I think this might require an intensive experiment." Almost idly, she reached up and unfastened the snap on her shorts, raising her hips in obvious invitation. A brief flash of uncertainty crossed his face but was quickly replaced with lust. He slid her shorts down her thighs, trembling slightly as they dropped to the floor. Cecilia shuddered. The table was very cold, despite the heat, and she felt her nipples harden almost instantly to painful peaks. Kurt glanced up at her as if to ask permission and she nodded slightly, closing her eyes and throwing her head back as she felt the first brush of his breath against her sex. She was growing quickly wet and it was all she could do to keep from twining her fingers in his hair and grinding against him. His tongue slipped between the folds of her core, teasing her as he lapped at her arousal, his teeth threatening but never truly causing pain. She could not help it... she squirmed as his tongue found her clit, flicking across it first hard, then so softly she could barely feel it. "Kurt," she said breathlessly. "Oh, God..." She did reach for him then, pulling him away much to her own regret. She scooted to the edge of the table, the direction clear. "You still look too tense," she purred.
Kurt smiled, his fangs showing clearly for a moment. "I think you're right," he replied, letting his swimsuit fall to the floor near her shorts.
Cecilia smiled appreciatively. He was not as big as Beast, but he was above average on all counts. His tail wrapped around her thigh as he pressed against her entrance, his hands coming up to cup her breasts, exposed since she shed her t-shirt a moment before. He toyed with her nipples briefly, making her moan under her breath. Almost mischievously, he leaned down to capture one dark peak between his teeth, nibbling slightly as he pushed into her. Cecilia arched her hips for him, taking him in in one slow push. She gasped as he filled her, her body tightening around his as he groaned, laving one breast as he squeezed and pinched the other. He finally began moving within her, nibbling her breasts and throat as she met his thrusts with her own.
"Doctor Reyes," he groaned, "what about... what about Beast?"
"Shhh," she hissed, grasping his arms. She reached for his tail, wrapped around her thigh, and guided the tip towards her sex. Kurt seemed to understand without her telling him what she wanted, wresting himself from her grasp and brushing against the apex of her sex, teasing the bud of nerves there. She cried out softly, clutching at his arms again as his tail began caressing her clit even as he moved within her. The metal beneath her back had warmed significantly but she barely noticed as he pressed against her, the fur on his chest and stomach tickling her in the most sensual ways as he moved even faster, burying his face against her neck and pinching one of her nipples hard enough to raise a cry from her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in tighter, grinding her pelvis against him, seeking more stimulation. Unbidden, almost on accident it seemed, his tail slipped from flicking and caressing her pearl of desire to join his arousal. At first, she tensed, uncertain. The very tip of his spaded tail slipped inside her along with his length, sending a jolt of pleasure up her spine. "More," she gasped. On the next thrust, Kurt let a little more of his tail slip inside her along with his arousal. She felt unbearably full, almost too much, but more than that she felt as if she were on the brink of something wonderful and earth shattering.
"Doctor Reyes," he gasped against her breast, "Doctor Reyes... I can't do this much longer..."
Some part of her mind did notice that he was more erratic now, his thrusts more random and less controlled. "It's okay," she soothed. "Do it." She reached between them and found her own desire and began rubbing with her fingers, hastening her own end. She heard him gasp her name again but she was too swept up in her own release, the warm shattering feeling cascading through her veins and very bones. She clutched at Kurt tightly, her internal muscles squeezing him as she cried out, arching her back and shuddering release. She felt as if the rolling orgasm would never end, nor did she want it to, but her body relaxed back on the table in time enough to feel Kurt release within her, his cry of her name ringing in the mostly metal room.
He collapsed against her, withdrawing from her slowly, almost unwillingly. "Doctor Reyes," he began, but she cut him off.
She reached for her lab coat at the end of the table and rummaged blindly for a moment before retrieving a red lollipop. "You're a very good patient," she said in her doctor tone. "But I think you need to come back for another checkup tonight. I have an appointment in a few minutes but until then..." She smiled with a hint of wickedness and unwrapped the lollipop. Kurt's eyes followed her hand as she dipped the candy into the moisture between her legs and held it out to him. "So you don't forget."
"Doctor Reyes..."
She slid from the table and reached for her coat. "Come back at nine," she said tartly. "We can follow up then."
"Doctor Reyes..."
"Kurt!" Cecilia's head snapped up and she blinked blearily. "Kurt!" she repeated in a notably different tone.
"It's time for my appointment," he said, frowning. "You wanted me to come get my next round of blood work... Remember?"
Cecilia shook herself awake. "Oh, right, right... um... have you been waiting long?" she asked tersely, getting to her feet and scraping her hair off her sweaty neck.
"A minute or two... you were really out."
"It must be the heat," she snapped.