Dragon conjurer 9, p.4
Dragon Conjurer 9, page 4
“Of course.” The platinum-blonde scientist nodded, and she gestured for us to follow her. “Come with me.”
“Well done, cadets,” Burkhard called after us.
Dr. Hastings led us down the elevators to the first basement level and then to a private exam room. There were the usual kinds of doctors’ tools on a shiny, silvery table beside the bed, and a heart rate monitor and blood pressure cuff sat on the other side.
“Have a seat, please,” Dr. Hastings said to Alice, and she gestured at the hospital bed.
“I’m staying,” Katie declared politely.
“Very well,” the good doctor conceded. “You can all stay if you like.”
We waited for a few minutes as Dr. Hastings checked Alice’s vitals, and then she turned to look at us.
“She seems well enough,” the doctor decided. “I believe she merely overworked herself, and her body used all its energy to create that portal. To be extra safe, I will have Ms. Roberts brought to the hospital for observation for a few hours.”
“Okay.” I nodded, and I was relieved to hear that Alice was doing so well.
I glanced at the auburn-haired girl, and it was plain on her face that she felt observation was unnecessary. Her eyebrows knitted together, and her lips were pursed tightly.
“I’m fine,” Alice complained.
“It’s just for a few hours,” Katie consoled her, and she patted the other girl’s knotted fingers gently. “Just to make sure you’re really okay.”
“Fine,” Alice huffed.
Dr. Hastings walked over to the phone on the wall, and she called for a medic to come over.
A moment later there was a knock on the door, and Dr. Hastings opened it. A middle-aged guy with a receding hairline stood in the hallway with a wheelchair.
“Bring Ms. Roberts down to the hospital for observation,” the good doctor told the man. “I will be down shortly to check her vitals again.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the medic said, and he wheeled over beside the bed. Then he helped Alice stand up from the bed and sit down in the wheelchair.
“So annoying…” Alice sighed heavily as she lowered herself easily into the wheelchair. The medic stepped on the chair’s locks and began to push her forward and out of the room.
“Can we go with her?” Zahra asked, and she looped her arm through Katie’s.
“Of course.” Dr. Hastings nodded. “I think the company would be good for her.”
“I’m going with you,” Nick declared, and he pulled Zahra close to his side for a hug.
“Thanks, babe,” Zahra murmured.
The three of them followed Alice and the medic into the hallway, and the door closed loudly behind them.
“Was anyone else injured, Mr. Cooper?” Dr. Hastings asked as she threw away her exam gloves and tidied up her instruments.
“I don’t think so.” I shook my head.
“That’s good,” Dr. Hastings sighed with relief.
“We’re going to go up and shower,” Steffi announced a second later. “I wanted to make sure Alice was okay, but now I feel just completely disgusting.”
“Of course.” I smirked, and I looked at my ladies.
All four of them had followed quietly as we’d focused on making sure Alice was okay. Now that we knew the teleporter wasn’t in any immediate danger, I could see they were impatient to clean up.
Elisabeth held her hands slightly away from her body as if she didn’t want to spread the blood around herself more than it already was, and Steffi’s mouth was set in a perpetual frown that I longed to kiss away. Nala’s dark curls looked a bit crispy from the drying blood, and Ronin held the hem of her shirt delicately away from her body by the tips of her fingers.
“I don’t know how you got lucky enough to not be totally splattered, too,” Nala said with a jealous smirk.
“Zofia got the brunt of my share,” I chuckled as I shrugged my shoulders and glanced down at myself.
“Mr. Cooper,” Dr. Hastings hesitated. “If I could have a word with you, please.”
“Yeah.” I nodded at the sexy doctor, and my pulse kicked up a notch at the mischievous glint in her eyes. “You girls go on, I’ll be up soon.”
“Okay.” Steffi smiled. “Awesome work out there.”
“Thanks,” I replied. “You guys all did an amazing job, too.”
My ladies smiled at me, and then Elisabeth opened the medical exam room door. “Come on, ladies. The showers are calling our names.”
“Hallelujah,” Nala said in a singsong voice.
“See you later, Dyl,” Ronin called, and the four of them disappeared into the hallway.
I waited until the door closed behind them before I turned to Dr. Hastings.
“You were an invaluable asset to the Academy today, Mr. Cooper,” Dr. Hastings sighed, and she sat back on the hospital bed.
Her shoulders slumped as if someone had dropped a hundred pounds of weight on her back, and she ran a hand over her face.
“It’s what I signed up for, isn’t it?” I forced my tone to be light-hearted as I studied the good doctor’s face.
She looked even more stressed than she had earlier, and I knew the weight of everything was beginning to wear her down.
“I don’t believe any of us signed up for monsters attacking our front doors.” Dr. Hastings looked up at me with worried eyes.
I stepped closer to her, and I hesitated for just a second before I reached out and placed my hand on her bare knee. I felt like Dr. Hastings wanted to unburden her fears a little bit, so I waited patiently for her to continue.
“I do not like feeling vulnerable within these walls,” Dr. Hastings finally said in a quick burst of breath. “This is supposed to be our safe haven, our home. AIMM should be the safest place for us.”
“We’re safe,” I comforted her. “None of the monsters even got close to the front doors. We made sure of that, and as long as AIMM exists, there will be cadets to protect it.”
“It feels as if The Great Scaled One is lurking behind every shadow.” Dr. Hastings frowned, and she laid her perfectly manicured hand on mine. “Like He’s just waiting and wearing down our defenses until we have nothing left.”
“I think you need a break,” I murmured, and I lifted my free hand to caress the sexy doctor’s cheek. I moved my fingers slowly around the back of her head to grip her neck firmly in my hand. Then I waited for her gray eyes to look up at me before I leaned in, and I closed the distance between our mouths.
“Mmmm,” Dr. Hastings hummed.
Her response was immediate, and it sent my blood pounding through my veins. Dr. Hastings spread her knees wide and gripped the front of my belt in her hands. Then she tugged me as close to her as the hospital bed would allow, and she wrapped her toned legs tightly around my hips. A second later, she wrapped her hands around my neck and hoisted herself off the bed, and I scooped my hands under her ass to hold her up.
“Get on the bed,” Dr. Hasting gasped between heaving breaths. “I am going to ride you like a stallion, Mr. Cooper.”
“Shit,” I growled, and I obeyed the sexy cougar’s command instantly.
I held the platinum-blonde scientist tight against me, turned around, and sat back on the side of the hospital bed.
“You drive me crazy,” Dr. Hastings cooed at me as she danced her hands down my chest and shoved me flat across the bed.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I groaned.
My eyelids fell shut as Dr. Hastings’ fingers roamed down my chest and across Beyblade’s tattoo. My fire dragon sent out immediate ripples of flaming hot energy all through my body, and my already rock hard dick pulsed uncomfortably against the inside of my jeans.
Dr. Hastings made quick work of my belt and zipper, and she pulled my hungry cock free of my pants. Then she shimmied her tight pencil skirt up to her waist, and I nearly lost my mind when I saw the black satin thong that was the only thing between us.
“Damn,” I breathed as I drank in the sight of her.
I reached up to try and pull her satin blouse from the waistband of her skirt, but before I could grip the delicate fabric, she took a firm hold of my wrists.
“No, no, no,” Dr. Hastings purred, and she lifted my hands up over my head. The sexy cougar leaned over me and pressed my wrists into the hospital bed. “Be a good boy and stay right here.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I murmured, but I thrust my hips up against the heat of her crotch.
“Oooh,” Dr. Hastings moaned. Her gray eyes rolled back in her head a little bit, and she bit down on her bottom lip.
Then Dr. Hastings leaned back and released both of my wrists, and I folded them under my head in an effort to do as she asked, even though my palms itched to cup the exquisite weight of her breasts. I was thankful the platinum-blonde beauty didn’t torture me for long.
Dr. Hastings wrapped her perfectly manicured fingers around my shaft, and she shifted her position until she could impale herself completely on my rock hard cock.
“Yeeeeeees,” Dr. Hastings moaned in slow satisfaction as she slid slowly down on me until we were as close to becoming one as physically possible.
“Fuuuck.” I basked in the flood of sensations as I felt her tight tunnel flutter around me.
Heat speared through my mind and my chest, and I forced myself to remain where I was.
Dr. Hastings delved her hands up into her platinum-blonde locks, and her head fell back as she moaned with pleasure. She gyrated her hips on my cock for several long seconds, and I reveled in the feeling of her body wrapped tightly around me.
Just as I was thinking that the sexy doctor was in absolutely no hurry this afternoon, Dr. Hastings braced her palms flat on my chest. Then she lifted her ass off of my thighs and slammed herself back down on my rod. My head spun at the sudden force and speed Dr. Hastings rode me with, and the hospital bed started to squeak noisily as she bounced on my lap.
“Goddamn,” I growled, and I gripped the back of my head to keep from taking hold of her hips. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
“This is exactly what I needed,” Dr. Hastings mewled, and she stared me right in the eyes as she repeatedly consumed my length like the hungry animal she was. Dr. Hastings hooked her stiletto heels over my thighs for better leverage, and she somehow picked the pace up even more.
“Fuck.” I couldn’t hold still any longer. I gripped her hips tight in both my hands, and I held her in place as I started to thrust up into her dripping pussy at top speed.
I jerked my hips up off the hospital bed, and I fucked her like a jackhammer. The pounding sound of skin against skin bounced around the sterile walls of the examination room, and I couldn’t even bring myself to care if we got caught.
“Yeeees, fuuuuuck me!” Dr. Hastings moaned loudly, and she collapsed forward on my chest.
“Christ!” I nearly lost my mind when I felt her tongue flick against the curve of my ear, and I thrust up like the bucking stallion she wanted me to be.
“Yes, yes, yeeeees!” Dr. Hastings cried out, and she dug her nails into the tops of my shoulders.
Pleasure flooded my veins and pounded through my limbs, and I felt the tension building at the base of my spine like a dam about to burst. I readjusted my grip on Dr. Hastings’ hips, and I tilted her pelvis slightly to drive even more perfectly against her g-spot.
The sexy cougar’s reaction was instantaneous.
“Fuck!” Dr. Hastings gasped, and she arched her back as her dripping tunnel started to tremble around my length.
“Cum for me, Doctor,” I growled low in her ear, and I shifted my hands to cup her bare ass as I continued to pound her pussy at a demanding pace.
“Mr. Coooooooper!” Dr. Hastings’ entire body began to clench around me.
Her fingernails dug into my muscles, and I knew there would be little half-moon marks under my shirt. Her pussy gripped my cock like a vise, and the rippling waves of her orgasm echoed all through my body.
“Aaaahhhh,” I groaned, and I succumbed to ecstasy.
Lightning spiked behind my eyes, and my ears started to ring from the electrifying pleasure. I gripped Dr. Hastings’ ass hard, and I pulled her down tight against me as I thrust off the hospital bed. Then I ground my cock deep inside her pussy as I filled her with my hot cum.
“Fuuuuck,” Dr. Hastings sighed with utter satisfaction, and she circled her hips against me as she took the seemingly endless sprays of my sperm deep inside herself.
“You said it,” I growled as my head continued to spin for several more seconds, and my nerves sang with a luscious buzz of orgasmic bliss. I relaxed my grip on Dr. Hastings’ ass as I finally finished pumping what felt like a pint of my cream into her pussy, and I caressed my palms over her curves after she had taken every last drop.
“Oooohh,” Dr. Hastings shuddered with over-sensitized pleasure, and she pressed her pussy down hard on my pelvis again.
I felt our combined juices start to dribble out of her swollen tunnel, and I was glad she’d spread my jeans wide enough to avoid a hugely obvious mess.
“Feel better?” I teased. I caressed up the length of my sexy cougar’s back, and I brushed my hand down the curtain of her platinum-blonde hair.
“Yes,” Dr. Hastings giggled, and she smirked at me with a renewed brightness in her gray eyes. “It has been far too long since I’ve climaxed that hard.”
“We had sex last week,” I pointed out.
“Yes.” Dr. Hastings nodded, and she sat up and started to lift herself from my lap. “And that is simply too many days to wait.”
“Well,” I chuckled. “I guess I can’t argue with that.”
“You were a very bad boy, though, Mr. Cooper,” Dr. Hastings purred as she climbed down from the hospital bed. She walked over, pulled a few paper towels from the wall, and blotted gently between her legs. “I told you to stay put.”
“I’m sorry,” I said with mock-remorse, but I couldn’t keep the sly grin from my face. “I just couldn’t help myself. And besides, I think you like it when I’m so bad.”
“I suppose I do,” Dr. Hastings giggled, and she handed me a few clean paper towels.
“Thanks.” I wiped up our juices and gently tucked myself back inside my pants.
It was just in time, too, because a frantic pounding began on the door of the exam room.
“Every damn time,” Dr. Hastings muttered, and she glanced at me as she yanked her skirt back into place.
I zipped my pants and buckled my belt quickly, and then I gave her a nod.
“Dr. Hastings!” a hysterical voice called from the hallway. “Dr. Hastings! We need you!”
“What is it?” The good doctor pulled the door open.
A nervous young man in a white lab coat stood with his fist raised to continue knocking on the door. His ashy blond hair stuck up from his head in every direction like he’d been pulling on it, and his forehead was shiny with sweat.
“It’s Mr. Hanes,” the young scientist began.
“What’s happening?” Dr. Hastings demanded.
I hopped off the hospital bed and walked right over to the doorway. “Has something happened to Brandon? Is he okay?”
“He’s having…” the young man hesitated. “He’s having some kind of episode. Please, we need to hurry.”
Dr. Hastings raced out the door without another word.
“Fuck,” I cursed, and I followed behind her.
Chapter 4
“What is he doing?” Dr. Hastings asked as we bolted down the hallway toward Brandon’s observation room.
“He was fine until a few minutes ago,” the young scientist huffed. “Then he just started laughing, and then it was more like cackling. Then he started screaming and throwing everything he could get his hands on at the glass.”
“The wraith is lashing out,” Dr. Hastings announced.
“What do we do?” I asked, and my heart started to pound from the anxiety.
Dr. Hastings didn’t answer, she just pushed her way into the observation room.
“Fuck you!” Wraith-Brandon screamed in a frenzied rage.
I darted through the doorway and stopped dead in my tracks.
Everything behind the glass of Brandon’s isolation room was completely destroyed. He had thrown everything around. Even the bed and the simple wooden dresser were torn apart. There were books, clothes, blankets, sheets, and empty dresser drawers all over the room. Luckily, the glass remained intact, even as Wraith-Brandon pounded on it with one of the dresser drawers.
There was another older woman with a salt-and-pepper ponytail cowering in the corner on the observation side of the glass, and her white coat was clutched tight around her in fright. She just stared with wide eyes in complete shock as Brandon bared his teeth and growled at us.
“Mr. Hanes!” Dr. Hastings said in a soothing but commanding voice, and she held her hands up like a placating animal trainer. “I need you to take a deep breath.”
“Mr. Hanes isn’t here right now,” the monster that was puppeting Brandon’s voice said in a creepy singsong way, and then he threw his head back and cackled maniacally.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered.
“Have you given him any sedatives?” Dr. Hastings asked the other two scientists.
The older woman didn’t even blink as she continued to stare at Brandon, but she shook her head in answer to Dr. Hastings’ question.
“No,” the younger man confirmed. “We didn’t think it was safe to open the door.”
“That was probably the right call.” Dr. Hastings nodded, and she pressed her lips together as she took a moment to study the destruction of Brandon’s observation room.
Wraith-Brandon began to lash out with renewed aggression, and he placed his palms flat on the glass and started to slam his forehead against the barrier. After the second full-force headbutt, the skin of Brandon’s face split from the pressure, and a stream of blood began to trickle down the bridge of his nose.
“We have to do something,” I whispered to the good doctor, and my heart clenched at the state of the nice guy behind the glass.
“There is nothing for you to do!” Wraith-Brandon cackled again, and he slammed his face into the glass once more. A bloody splat was left on the barrier, and I shuddered to think of the concussion the sandy-haired guy would probably suffer. “The Great Scaled One will prevail!”
