Feral Daydreams 🎀

A Prescription for Temptation (🍋)

Somerald had a rare free day and decided to visit the doctor's office to obtain a work permit. After a brief wait, he was greeted by a tall, muscular physician with a dangerous air about him. The doctor's expression remained stern as he checked his notes. "Somerald Stirling?" he asked in a calm tone.

"Yes, dadd- I mean sir," Somerald replied, quickly correcting himself after nearly slipping up with a more suggestive nickname. The doctor raised an eyebrow but didn't comment further, simply gesturing for Somerald to follow him to his office.

In the privacy of the office, the doctor performed various examinations on Somerald's body. Throughout the process, Somerald couldn't help but let out soft moans whenever the doctor's hands grazed his skin. Once finished, the doctor stated the fee: "$215," he said firmly.

"But what if I wanted to pay you in another way?" Somerald purred seductively, trailing his fingers across the doctor's chest. The doctor's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but his gaze sharpened with a glimmer of hidden desire. However, all Somerald could perceive was concern in the doctor's eyes.

"I'm afraid my services come with a price, Somerald," Dagger replied coolly, his voice steady despite the unexpected proposition. He stepped closer, his towering height making Somerald feel diminutive. "Professional boundaries must be maintained."

Yet, as their bodies drew near, the scent of Somerald's arousal wafted through the air, mingling with the sterile hospital smell. Dagger's breath hitched, his composure wavering ever so slightly. The pink glow of his eye seemed to intensify, fixing Somerald with an unwavering stare.

"I can see the hunger in your eyes," Dagger continued, his tone low and measured.

"Oh, it's not just hunger, Doctor," Somerald whispered huskily, his emerald green eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned closer, allowing their bodies to almost touch. "It's also a craving for something... unconventional," he added suggestively, tracing a finger down Dagger's arm while biting his bottom lip.

Dagger's muscles tensed at the intimate contact, his stoic mask cracking ever so briefly to reveal a flicker of heat in his gaze. He captured Somerald's wandering hand, bringing it to rest against his chest where his heart pounded a rapid beat.

"Unconventional, you say?" Dagger murmured, his voice now laced with a dark promise. "Very well, then. But be warned, once we cross this line, there's no turning back."

With deliberate slowness, he began unbuttoning his crisp white shirt, revealing a torso dusted with fine scars - battle wounds from his past, etched into his flesh like a map of his experiences. As the fabric parted, the silver caduceus pendant gleamed against his pale skin, a symbol of his profession now twisted into a symbol of forbidden desire.

Somerald's breath caught in his throat at the sight of Dagger's toned physique, his playful smile growing wider as he thought, Oh, this is going to be so much fun. "I wouldn't have it any other way," Somerald replied breathlessly, his eyes dancing with excitement as he ran his free hand along Dagger's exposed chest, feeling the warmth emanating from the doctor's body.

Dagger's grip tightened on Somerald's wrist as the smaller man explored his chest, the heat of Somerald's touch igniting a fire within him. With a swift motion, he spun them around, pinning Somerald against the wall with his body. The cold surface pressed against Somerald's back contrasted sharply with the warmth radiating from Dagger's front.

"You're playing a dangerous game, little one," Dagger growled, his face mere inches from Somerald's. His free hand slid down Somerald's side, coming to rest possessively on his hip. "Are you sure you can handle what I have to offer?"

Somerald shivered under Dagger's intense scrutiny, his heart racing with anticipation. "I'm not afraid of danger, Doctor," he purred, arching into Dagger's touch.