Royce and the Nurse part Two (Patreon)

The woman let herself in. She didn't even introduce herself before she slapped her palm against his forehead, presumably checking for a fever. Her expression was brimming with what seemed to be genuine concern as she did so. It was then that Royce got a good long look at her eyes. He'd never seen anything like them before, they were mesmerizing in a way.

Still with nary an introduction, she set herself down on his couch. She patted the cushions and invited him to sit down beside her. She said she was going to need a little something before she began the medical exam. She opened what looked to be a small medical bag, and pulled out a box of animal crackers. Royce watched, utterly confused, as she ate them in silence.

Apparently sated, she then produced a positively murderous-looking syringe and said that it was time to begin. Royce recoiled hard, and suggested a bit of small talk before the “exam.” This seemed to make her happy, and she made for pleasant conversation, though after awhile Royce began to notice that she was dodging any questions he asked her about herself. It seemed that there was nothing he could ask that she didn't redirect back into a question about him. This went on until he mentioned he was an author.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up. She had a dozen questions before Royce could answer a single one. It looked as though he had managed at last to learn something about her: she was crazy about books.

Romance novels were her favorites, and while Royce's genre of choice was science fiction, the mere mention of romantic subplots in his work was more than enough to skyrocket her into sheer enthusiastic mania.

That was when things started to get a little weird.

She took on a strange sort of look, sort of dreamy and far off, like she was remembering some happy but near-forgotten memory. It turned out that was exactly what she was doing, but if these were her memories then she'd clearly mistaken him for someone else. She spoke of "reading his novels as a little girl?" Royce's novel had yet to be published, but when he tried to tell her as much, she wouldn't hear of it. She swore up and down that his love stories played a role in her ascent into womanhood, and that she always dreamed of meeting the man who awakened such passion within her.

That was when things started to get sexual.

Royce knew better. He knew he knew better. But this woman was simply irresistible. When she unbuttoned her top and allowed her enormous naked breasts to spill out, Royce knew it was over.

The sex was incredible. She was somehow forceful and vulnerable at the same time. Every time he started to hesitate for fear of being too rough with her, she would tell him to keep going, to go harder and deeper. Before long he was thrusting with everything he had. He could never be this rough with Casey without hurting her, but this nurse just kept screaming for more.

After he finished inside her, he very nearly collapsed. Once he collected himself, he decided he simply had to know more about this woman. Her name, for starters, and he wasn't taking any more evasive answers.

He never got the chance to ask. The change in her demeanor was immediate and palpable. What was gentle and sweet moments ago had turned icy and indignant. She was just muttering at first, something about the "good old days" back when Royce's writing "still had heart."

Then she exploded at him, just screaming about how all he cared about was his stupid books and that she would always come second to his work. Royce couldn't get a word in, or even make a move to stop her before she flung his door open and bolted outside, still naked, into broad daylight.

Royce couldn't quite match her shocking lack of modesty, and pulled his pants on as quickly as he could before going after her. But by the time he made his way outside, she was gone, nowhere to be seen in any direction. 

Returning bewildered to his apartment, it was slowly and deliberately that Royce sat back down to his desk. His back pain was now notably worse, his nerves screaming in agony with his every twitch. On the upside, however, the baffling and surreal experience had shattered his writer's block into a million pieces.

Royce set to work, and set a personal best for pages written by the end of the day.