A Cure for the Afflicted - Sex Stories

A Cure for the Afflicted

... her face from Matteo as she blinked back tears.

"Nevertheless, you appear to be exhausted." He leaned closer, cupping his palm against the nape of her neck. "You're painfully tense, which would explain your headache."

She looked up at him again, her eyes hopeful. "Perhaps you have an herbal remedy to treat the headaches, Doctor?"

Matteo swallowed hard, again remembering the older physician's cure for the malady now afflicting Beatrice. "There is another kind of remedy, but I'll need to show you how to administer it."

"Of course." Beatrice's face revealed her confusion, but she seemed eager for Matteo's help. Before he could continue, she murmured, "Your eyes are full of sorrow."

"I have seen much misery and death," he replied. "I'm thankful not to have encountered it in this house today."

"Why do you choose to do this work? It must grieve you so."

"I answered God's calling. Some are chosen to minister to His flock, while I tend to the ill." Matteo patted Beatrice's hand in an attempt to reassure her. "I expect you to recover from this affliction, but my method of providing treatment is... unusual. If at any time you do not wish to receive my help, you need only tell me to stop. Do you understand, Beatrice?"

The young woman readily nodded. "I'll do anything to be well again, Doctor. My family needs me."

Matteo drew in another breath, desperate to slow his racing pulse. Yet he only managed to inhale more of Beatrice's scent. His hands trembled as he ...

... drew her shift up to her waist. A lustful groan threatened to escape his lips when he discovered she was naked beneath the damp garment. The curls between her thighs were sopping wet.

Beatrice grew very still, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. Matteo eased her legs even farther apart, then slipped his fingers between her slick folds. She gasped at that first touch but didn't pull away. He relied on feel more than sight while exploring her sex. Studying Beatrice's face to gauge her reaction, he said, "Have you ever touched yourself in this way before?"

"Never!" Her face flushed crimson as she spoke.

"I'm going to show you how." Matteo strove to maintain his focus on caring for the patient before him; as a doctor, he knew he should be detached. But as a man, he was now fully aroused and wrestling with his own lust. Beatrice remained stimulated, her flesh swollen beneath his wet fingertips. It took only moments for him to locate the tender bud that would grant her the release she so desperately needed.

When he gently massaged that slick pearl, trying to determine her level of sensitivity, she bucked her hips. "I'm sorry, Doctor!" she cried. "I didn't mean to do it."

"It's a natural response," he said. "Give me your hand, Beatrice." She did as he asked, her face open and trusting. Matteo fervently hoped she didn't feel his body quivering as he guided her hand between her thighs. "Right here." Taking hold of Beatrice's slender finger, he gently showed her how to give ...