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🕑 Added 2024-09-02 09:26:10 +0000 UTCThis is a new commission that is based on a fic~ I bring it to you to read~ it is a gem, please enjoy😳👌🏻
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Poison Suck
Rebecca Chambers moved swiftly down the dimly lit hallway, her eyes scanning for any sign of danger. The eerie silence of the mansion was occasionally broken by distant creaks and groans, adding to the tension that hung in the air. As she rounded a corner, she spotted Richard Aiken slumped against the wall, his face contorted in pain.
"Richard!" she called out, rushing to his side. "What happened?"
Richard groaned, his voice barely above a whisper. "Poisoned... snake bite."
Rebecca's eyes widened in confusion. "Your snake got bitten? That's terrible! How did that happen?"
Richard shook his head, wincing. "No, Rebecca, I got bitten by a snake."
"A snake bit your snake? Wow, strange bedfellows," she said. Before Richard got the chance to clarify the misunderstanding, she continued, "Don't worry, I've got some green herbs in my bag that could help."
She rummaged through her medic bag, but after a few moments, she pulled out a handful of leafy greens and frowned. "Oh, these aren't green herbs. You want this arugula? Maybe it'll do the trick somehow."
Richard wanted to protest, but Rebecca wasted no time shoving the arugula into his mouth. He coughed and sputtered, trying to spit out the bitter leaves.
"Did that help?" she asked earnestly.
Richard managed to swallow a bit of the arugula, shaking his head. "No, Becky, I need serum. I forgot to bring some with me."
Rebecca's face lit up. "Serum, right! I have that in my medic bag." She dug through her bag again, pulling out a small bottle triumphantly. "Here it is!"
Richard squinted at the label, his vision blurry. "Becky, that's throat syrup."
But Rebecca was already unscrewing the cap and pouring the syrup into his mouth. He gagged slightly but swallowed it down, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration.
"Any better?" she asked hopefully.
Richard coughed and managed to get some words out. "No, Becky, that's not it. This isn't getting us anywhere."
Rebecca's face lit up with a sudden idea. "Oh, I know! Maybe I can suck out the poison. Where were you bitten again?"
Richard tried to point to his arm, but before he could get the words out, Rebecca interrupted, "Oh, I remember, it was your snake, right?"
She began tugging at his pants, and despite his weak protests, she soon had them down. As she stared at his exposed penis, she nodded seriously. "Yes, I can definitely tell you were poisoned here. Look how swollen your snake is." She leaned in closer and noticed a clear liquid at the tip. "I can even spot poison leaking out already. There's not a moment to waste!"
Richard tried again to tell her about the arm, but the words caught in his throat as Rebecca leaned in close. Her breath was warm against his skin as she placed her lips firmly on his cock. She began to suck with surprising intensity, her actions both precise and vigorous.
Richard's muscles tensed at the sensation, a wave of intense pleasure mixing with the pain. His eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a low groan, trying to suppress the conflicting feelings surging through him. Rebecca’s tongue flicked and rolled over his sensitive skin, and her mouth created strong, rhythmic suction for drawing out the supposed poison. She worked diligently, her mouth moving expertly, alternating between strong sucks and gentle licks, ensuring she left no trace of his precum.
"Is it working?" she asked, pulling back for a moment, her eyes filled with concern.
Richard, struggling to catch his breath, could barely form words. "Becky, I —"
"Hold on, I'm not done yet," she said, leaning back in with renewed vigor. Her suction grew stronger, and Richard's body responded involuntarily, his hands clenching into fists. Each draw of her lips sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure.
Finally, just as Richard felt he could take no more, Rebecca sat back once again. "Are you feeling better yet?" she asked, her eyes searching his face.
Instead of a coherent answer, Richard groaned loudly as he reached his climax with a large amount of semen spurting out, splattering across Rebecca's face.
Rebecca blinked in surprise, wiping her face. "Wow, it seems like the poison was really built up in there."
As she wiped her face clean, she suddenly remembered: "Oh, that reminds me — I brought a first aid spray with me."
She pulled out a can and, before Richard could react, sprayed all across his body before focusing the stream right at his face. "Just to be sure," she said with a grin.
Richard sputtered, wiping his eyes. "Hey, watch it!"
Rebecca smiled sheepishly. "Oh shush, you sprayed my face rather thoroughly, so this is only fair."
Richard couldn't help but laugh, despite the absurdity of the situation. "Fair enough, Rebecca. Fair enough."
Rebecca looked at him earnestly. "Are you feeling okay now?"
Richard nodded, a weak smile on his lips. "Yeah, Becky. Turns out, your method was quite... effective."
Rebecca beamed with pride. "I knew it! I'm the best medic ever!" She paused, thinking. "You know, I've been giving this same treatment to all the male patients back at the police infirmary, and they all say it's a miracle cure. Though, I have noticed a lot more guys coming in lately complaining about having the common cold."
She shrugged, a thoughtful look on her face. "But I'm just happy I can help them, really. Actually, I could be getting addicted to it — giving head is surprisingly intoxicating."
Richard considered telling her they might be faking the symptoms, but seeing her genuine happiness, he simply smiled. "Thanks again, Becky. You're one of a kind."
Rebecca smiled back at him, giving a thumbs up. Together, they stood up, ready to face whatever horrors the mansion held.
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Good job Becky you saved Richard~~~!😊😊😊😊
