Sick Day

The Brigadier groggily opened his eyes. The early, youthful morning light seeped in through the blinds. He groaned and rubbed his eyes. His head hurt and his throat was a little sore. He rolled over on his side, so his back faced the door, coughing.
I'm probably sick..., he thought.

The door creaked open a little bit, and the soft sound of careful footsteps on wood. The Brigadier was too lazy to roll over and look at whatever might've entered his room, although he sensed the thing's presence. His imagination decided to take advantage of this moment, and he shut his brown eyes and tensed up, very barely shifting his blanket up a little so that it would cover more of his head. Go ahead...take me. Just make it quick...

Light pressure landed on his arm, and the Brigadier rolled over, slightly opening his eyes, still thinking that it might've been a monster or some other imaginary abomination.

He was greeted by a most welcoming sight.

Yazov-chan stood in front of the Brigadier's slightly terrified expression (that quickly softened). The warm morning sun illuminated her face and white nurse attire (which hugged her figure quite nicely), her hat decorated with a red cross and the insignia of the Black League. Her lavender eyes shone with...sympathy, for once, and a smile was on her normally emotionless face. In her hands were a clipboard and pen. The Brigadier lay there, staring, speechless. Yazov-chan giggled softly at the Brigadier, and spoke in a soft, mellow voice.

"Good morning, Brigadier. How are you feeling?"

The Brigadier opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, he quickly turned away from Yazov-chan to cough. Turning back, slowly, he took in more of Yazov-chan's heavenly aura before clearing his throat and croaking out:

"I'm...I'm not feeling too good, Glavkoverkhina Yazov...my head hurts, my throat is sore, my body feels very hot and I'm sweating like a pig."

Yazov-chan nodded her head in understanding, and jotted down what the Brigadier said. Peaceful silence filled the room as Yazov-chan read over the notes and went through a bunch of mental diagnoses based on the Brigadier's symptoms. Looking up from her notes, she watched the Brigadier, whose brown eyes were full of worry. The Brigadier asked her,

"...well? What is it?"

Yazov-chan chuckled and shook her head, relief on her face.

"It's not much, just a really bad cold. You'll be fine, my Brigadier, but I'll still try and help speed your recovery. Let me get some things for you."

Stepping back, towards the door, she exited the room, as silently as she entered. Before she left, however, she peeked around the doorframe with a somewhat amused expression.

"And please, call me Nurse Yazov for now, not Glavkoverkhina."

The Brigadier lay in his bed, thinking about the peaceful moment that had been bestowed upon him. How fortunate, he thought, that I would be able to witness such a sight. He coughed and waited for Nurse Yazov to come back, watching the door.

A few minutes later, Yazov-chan entered the room with a medical cart (the thing on wheels with steel trays) and moved it beside the Brigadier's bed. Taking a soaked rag and wringing it, she folded it into a rectangle and placed it on the Brigadier's forehead. Instantly, the Brigadier felt his mind clear a little bit. Stunned by the effectiveness of the cool rag, he asked her:

"Nurse Yazov...what's in the rag? It feels like my mind has suddenly been cleared."

Yazov-chan chuckled and answered as she took a glass of water from the tray.

"Oh, not much. It's just water, like the one in this glass."

The Brigadier chuckled too.

"Well, to clear my mind that fast, it must surely be a special kind of water."

Yazov-chan nodded and slid her hand under the Brigadier's head, tilting his head up and placing the lip of the glass to the his.

"Drink up. Water will hasten your recovery."

The Brigadier complied and sipped the water. It tasted like water (big surprise), but to his parched throat, it was like coming upon an oasis in the desert. He drank all of the water in a few seconds, and Yazov-chan moved her hand from under his head. The Brigadier's head fell back onto his pillow, and Yazov-chan wiped his sweat off her hand with a separate rag on the tray. Gently pushing the tray aside, she took off her shoes and set them by the bed. The Brigadier noticed this and asked her, his croaking less pronounced now,

"...why are you taking off your shoes, Nurse Yazov?"

Yazov-chan smiled in a way that a mother smiles to her son when he doesn't know something. Unbuttoning her uniform, she climbed onto the bed, her motherly smile shifting into one of mischief.

"Well, my Brigadier, it's time to get to the actual treatment now."

The Brigadier sat up, hands in a "stop" gesture. A semi-skeptical, semi-worried expression plastered his pale face.

"W-wait, Nurse Yazov...what are you going to do?"

Yazov-chan giggled and removed the Brigadier's blanket from on top of him. Still smiling coyly, she slid her hands under the Brigadier's shirt and rubbed his chest.

"It's treatment time, like I said."

The Brigadier's wood would rise to attention as he took in Yazov-chan's lustful expression and felt her hands on his chest. Yazov-chan would move her hand down, and pull off the Brigadier's pants, freeing his cock from his fabric trap. The Brigadier's massive erection pulsed with lust..and the scent was intoxicating. Yazov-chan was surprised at his size, but swallowed her doubts down. Gently grabbing the base of the Brigadier's dick, she felt its powerful throbbing. Moving her lips over his "head" and dribbling some saliva onto it, she then tilted her head sideways and placed inhaled, taking in the Brigadier's strong scent. She sighed in satisfaction.

"Ah...your scent is...so overwhelming...it's making my body feel so hot..."

Moving her head down the Brigadier's shaft, Yazov-chan stuck her tongue out and licked the underside of his cock, making her way down to his balls. Gently sucking on his balls, using her tongue to play with them, she slowly stroked the Brigadier's dick, the saliva she dribbled earlier acting as lube. The Brigadier gasped in shock. The pleasure was overwhelming him. Yazov-chan noticed this, and removed her mouth and hand, looking at the Brigadier with a teasing look in her lavender eyes, waggling her finger playfully.

"Mmm, mmm, mm. I'm afraid you can't cum yet, my Brigadier. There is still much work to be done."

Unbuttoning her bra and tossing it to the side, she got in a more prone position and sandwiched the Brigadier's member with her tits, his pulsing cock head peeking out from between Yazov-chan's fair assets. A quiet, wet pop could be heard as an air pocket escaped from in between the breast trap. Sticking her head out a little bit, she stuck her tongue out over his head, a lewd expression on her face. Yazov-chan looked up at the Brigadier to see his reaction. The Brigadier was still a little dumbfounded, but behind his eyes, there was a surprising fire...as if something was building up within him. Yazov-chan's saliva dripped down from her tongue onto the Brigadier's dick, which seeped in between her breasts.

Using her hands, she squeezed her breasts together, sliding them up and down his shaft. Shifting her body a little bit, she placed her mouth over his cock, her warm, wet lips embracing the Brigadier's pulsing cock head. Flicking her tongue across his tip and frenulum, Yazov-chan then started to slide her lips up and down his head, and part of his shaft. Her warm, wet mouth, combined with her tits sandwiching and stroking the Brigadier's cock, almost pushed him to cum. Clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, the Brigadier struggled to prevent himself from cumming. Yazov-chan noticed his strained expression, however, and unfortunately (and fortunately) for the Brigadier, she ramped up her efforts, sucking a little harder and moving her breasts up and down shaft faster.

The Brigadier snapped. Sitting up and grabbing Yazov-chan with renewed vigor, he flipped her onto her back, the fire in his eyes out in full force now. Yazov-chan was stunned by this sudden act of aggression, and her mouth went agape in shock. The beast within the Brigadier saw this opportunity, and shoved his throbbing cock into her tight, wet and warm throat. Thrusting into her throat with sudden power, he used Yazov-chan's mouth as a glorified fleshlight. Soon, he climaxed, letting out a primal yell, and shooting his hot, sticky semen into Yazov-chan's throat in powerful bursts.

Panting hard, the Brigadier pulled out of Yazov-chan's mouth. She rolled over onto her stomach and swallowed his semen down, panting and putting a hand to her throat. For a moment, they stared into each others' eyes, thoughts running between their minds. However, the exhaustion quickly caught back up with him, and the Brigadier passed out where he sat, crumpling onto the bed. Yazov-chan smiled, amused, and pulled the covers over the sleeping Brigadier, sitting by him, watching.

As the sun peeked through the blinds, the room was quiet again. A serene silence filled the room, and the light reflected off of the Brigadier's peaceful, sleeping face. Yazov-chan sat right by him, watching him for a few more minutes before placing a new, cool rag on his forehead and quietly leaving the room.

"I'll see you again, my dear Brigadier. Rest well."

*Author: alfa*