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Vital Extraction

Vital Extraction

**Chapter 1: The Clinical Tease**

I never thought a routine check-up at the university health center would turn into the most electrifying experience of my life. I’m just a 20-year-old biology major, more used to dissecting frogs than dealing with the kind of heat I encountered that day. My name’s Ethan, and I’m still reeling from what happened when I walked into Exam Room 3.

Nurse Riley and Nurse Harper were waiting for me, their crisp white uniforms hugging curves that could stop traffic. Riley, a tall brunette with piercing green eyes, had a smirk that could melt steel. Harper, a curvy blonde with a no-nonsense attitude, eyed me like I was a puzzle she was determined to solve. I was there for a standard physical, or so I thought, until Riley flipped through my chart with a wicked glint in her eye.

“So, Ethan,” Riley drawled, her voice dripping with mischief as she leaned against the exam table, “we’ve got a special request from your doctor. We need a… sample. A very specific one.” She raised an eyebrow, her gaze dropping pointedly below my waist.

I blinked, my face heating up. “Uh, you mean like… blood or something?” I stammered, shifting uncomfortably in the paper gown they’d given me.

Harper stepped closer, her clipboard tapping against her hip as she let out a low, throaty chuckle. “Oh, sweetheart, not blood. We’re after something a little more… personal. A cum sample, to be precise. For research purposes, of course.” Her blue eyes sparkled with amusement, but there was a challenge in them, daring me to balk.

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. “You’re serious? This isn’t some kind of prank?” My voice cracked, and I hated how nervous I sounded. I’m not exactly inexperienced, but these two women radiated a confidence that made my dorm room hookups seem like child’s play.

Riley pushed off the table, sauntering over until she was close enough for me to catch the faint scent of her jasmine perfume. “Dead serious, college boy. But don’t worry, we’re professionals. We’ll make sure you’re… comfortable.” Her lips curled into a sly grin as she adjusted the stethoscope around her neck, drawing my eyes to the way her uniform strained over her chest.

Harper set her clipboard down with a decisive clack, crossing her arms. “Look, Ethan, we don’t have all day. You’re either in or you’re out. But I’ll tell you this—refuse, and you’ll be missing out on the best damn ‘procedure’ of your life.” Her tone was sharp, but there was a playful edge to it, like she knew exactly how to push my buttons.

My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of nerves and something hotter, more primal. “Okay, fine. I’m in. But, uh, how exactly does this work?” I asked, trying to sound casual even as my body started to react to the tension in the room.

Riley’s smirk widened as she exchanged a knowing look with Harper. “Oh, we’ve got ways to make it happen. First, let’s get that gown off. We need full access.” Her fingers brushed the edge of the paper fabric, sending a jolt through me.

Harper stepped behind me, her breath warm against my ear as she murmured, “Relax, Ethan. We’re in charge here. Just let us take care of everything.” Her hands slid the gown off my shoulders, and I felt the cool air hit my skin, contrasting with the heat building inside me.

I was already getting hard, my cock stirring under their intense scrutiny. Riley noticed, her eyes gleaming with approval. “Looks like someone’s ready to cooperate,” she teased, her voice low and sultry.

Harper’s hand grazed my arm as she moved to the side, her touch deliberate. “Good boy. Now, let’s see how fast we can get that sample. I’m betting you won’t last five minutes with us.” Her challenge hung in the air, and I felt a surge of determination mix with my growing arousal.

As Riley reached for a pair of gloves with a wicked grin, and Harper’s fingers lingered just a little too close to my waist, I knew I was in way over my head. My pulse raced, my body aching with anticipation. Whatever was about to happen, I was ready for it—ready to feel their hands, their heat, and the explosive release they promised.

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