Vengeance in His Bed

Dorrent’s thumb remained clamped against her swollen, dripping center, applying a heavy, rhythmic pressure that blew straight through Jannah’s remaining sanity. He manipulated her clit with a terrifying, seasoned precision, his skin creating a friction so blindingly intense that her entire lower half began to shake. Trapped between his massive chest and the cold marble edge of the bathtub, Jannah began writhing helplessly under him, her hips involuntarily arching forward to meet the agonizingly beautiful friction even as her mind screamed in self-hatred.

"Calm your body down, Jannah," Dorrent commanded, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly vibration that rattled against her ear. He maintained his punishing grip on her waist, his silver eyes swamped with a violent, possessive crimson light as he tracked the frantic heaving of her chest. "You better watch your damn injured ribs and that plastered right arm of yours. If you keep thrashing around like a wild animal, you are going to tear your stitches apart, and I’m not in the mood to call the doctor back to this wing tonight."

Jannah’s vision blurred with tears of frustration, her head pinning back against the wall as another broken gasp tore from her throat. "F-Fuck you... Dorrent!" she cried out, her left hand clutching desperately at his shoulder for a shred of balance as her body continued to writhe under the electric currents he was driving through her nerves. "How... how the hell do you expect me to mind my injuries... when you are doing this disgusting thing to me?! You are the one destroying my body, you psycho!"

The defiant insult hit Dorrent’s volatile pride like gasoline on an open flame. His jaw clenched with an absolute, dangerous fury. "You still have enough breath to mouth off to me, little physician?" he growled.

Without a single drop of mercy, Dorrent began rubbing her clit even harder, his thumb moving in rapid, aggressive circles that sent an explosive shockwave of localized heat straight to her core. The sudden, overwhelming spike in pleasure completely cut off her airway; Jannah’s mouth opened wide in a silent scream, her chest freezing as she became entirely unable to make a single coherent sound. She could only gasp for air, her dark eyes rolling back slightly as her brain short-circuited from the unbridled stimulation of his thumb.

Before she could even recover her breath, Dorrent shifted his hand downward. With a smooth, predatory thrust, he buried his long index finger completely inside her tight, weeping entrance.

The sudden internal intrusion completely weakened Jannah’s remaining physical defenses. Her knees instantly buckled, her entire skeletal structure going limp against his massive frame as a whine of pure surrender ripped from her lips. "Ahhh-hn!" Her burning inner walls instinctively convulsed around the length of his finger, clamping down on his anatomy with an intense, rhythmic suction that proved how thoroughly ruined her omega biology was.

"Let go of me... stop it... you bastard..." Jannah whimpered, her left hand weakly pushing against his chest, her pride utterly shattering as she felt her own fluids soaking his hand.

Dorrent let out a deep grunt, his nostrils flaring as the cloying scent of her arousal flooded his senses, driving his own hard crotch to strain even more violently against his trousers. "Keep cursing me with your mouth, Jannah," he whispered, a wicked smirk curling his handsome features. "At least your little walls aren’t cursing at me right now. In fact, they are literally choking my finger, throbbing and begging for more of my touch."

To prove his absolute dominance, Dorrent didn’t wait. He paired his index finger with his middle finger, driving a second digit deep into her slick channel, stretching her entrance open. Jannah let out a choked sob, her hips giving a violent jolt from the sudden fullness, but Dorrent’s hand on her waist pinned her in place. He added in a third finger, forcing his knuckles past her outer lips until he was three fingers deep inside her squelching, convulsing flesh.

He locked his arm around her lower back, supporting her weight as he began to ruthlessly pump his three fingers inside her with a fast, heavy, and unrelenting momentum.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

The wet friction of his fingers driving in and out of her slick channel echoed loudly against the porcelain tiles, mixing with the loud, unbridled moans still bleeding through the wall from Shadron’s room. Jannah’s mind completely disintegrated; she was entirely at the mercy of his rhythm, her hips helplessly matching every downward stroke as her core continuously drenched his knuckles.

"You’re a monster..." Jannah wailed, her head tossing wildly from side to side, her unkempt hair sticking to her sweaty cheeks. "Treating a critical... a critical patient this way... you have absolutely no humanity... ahhh!"

Dorrent instantly increased the speed of his fingers, his hand becoming a blur of aggressive, deep thrusts that hit the very back of her sensitive channel over and over again. "Is that so?" he barked, his breathing turning ragged as his winter-frost pheromones completely colonized her respiratory system. "You call me a monster, Jannah, but the patient’s body seems to enjoy my treatment. Look at how wet you are. You are literally overflowing for me."

To drive her completely over the edge, Dorrent brought his thumb back up, aggressively pressing down and rubbing at her swollen clit once again while his three fingers continued to ruthlessly fuck her internal walls.

The dual stimulation was a total atomic bomb to Jannah’s nervous system. She completely lost her mind, her eyes widening in a glazed, drug-like stare as her internal muscles began to intensely clamp and spasm around his hand. Her core was convulsing with an electric, unbearable tension, the heavy waves of an impending, explosive climax rushing straight toward her pelvic floor. She was mere seconds away from shattering completely.

Dorrent felt the sudden, frantic tightening of her internal walls, the deep, rhythmic contractions signaling that she was arriving at her peak.

But just as her breath caught and her body tensed to release her climax, Dorrent abruptly and brutally yanked all three of his fingers completely out of her entrance, pulling his thumb away from her clit in a single micro-second.

The sudden, catastrophic loss of the physical friction made Jannah’s body react entirely on primitive instinct. Left stranded at the very precipice of a massive orgasm, her hips desperately arched forward on their own, her lower half trying to follow his retreating hand to regain the touch she needed to break. She let out a whimpering, agonizing cry of deprivation, her thighs trembling as she hung completely suspended in a state of unfulfilled torture.

Dorrent let out a laugh. He reached down with both of his fluid-soaked hands, brutally grabbing her thighs and forcing them wide open, pinning her naked, weeping front beneath his predatory gaze.

"You want to cross that finish line so badly, don’t you, little physician?" Dorrent whispered, his voice a rasp that carried the absolute weight of a dictator. He leaned in until his lips brushed her ear, his silver eyes flashing with a terrifying finality. "You are going to have to beg me to help you climax."