1. A Cure for the Afflicted


    Date: 1/22/2024, Categories: Historical, Author: Obsolete_Fox 

    ... suppress an amused smile for fear of upsetting her further. "Your mother, while well-intentioned, was mistaken. The urges you feel are a natural part of being a woman."

"And do you also have urges you must relieve, Doctor?"

Matteo started to withdraw from her, but she seized his hand, eagerly awaiting his answer. "I do," he finally replied.

His admission seemed to put her at ease. "Then God must not mind it, for He continues to protect you while you treat the sick." Her eyelids grew heavy as she nestled against the pillow.

"I can assure you God doesn't mind if you give yourself pleasure," Matteo said softly. "You alone must satisfy your needs until you marry. Then your husband will be able to satisfy them as well."

"I wish you were my husband," Beatrice murmured, half-asleep.

Matteo smiled and slowly stood. While his visit might seem dreamlike to Beatrice when she later woke, he knew the lingering tenderness between her legs would serve to convince her he was indeed real. ...
    ... Before donning his mask, hat, and gloves, Matteo brought his hand to his face and inhaled deeply. His hunger for Beatrice's scent hadn't faded, and he allowed himself the singular pleasure of enjoying it for a long moment.

Beatrice's father waited for him outside the room. "She is much improved," Matteo told the man. "I have instructed her as to how she can prevent this malady from reoccurring." The merchant showered Matteo with thanks while leading him to the door, but at no time did the man attempt to touch him.

Outside in the empty street, Matteo began walking toward the next plague-stricken house, cane in hand. When he took a breath, the memory of Beatrice's scent remained vivid and strong, chasing away the wormwood's odor. If God, in His infinite mercy, protected Matteo through day's end, the doctor resolved to seek his own pleasure in solitude that night while imagining Beatrice alone in her room nearby. Perhaps the young woman would slip a hand between her thighs and think of him as well.
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