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At 35 years old, Alastor booked his first visit to the gynecologist. Technically, anyone with a vagina should get their first pap smear once they turn 21. However, when Alastor turned 21, his primary care doctor advised that it wasn’t necessary yet due to his lack of any sexual partners. So Alastor kicked that can down the road and, when he came upon it again, launched it even further.
He wasn’t comfortable allowing a total stranger to poke around the part of his body he long ago forsook. If his last period didn’t have such intense, painful cramping, Alastor would have dodged getting a pelvic exam forever.
The gynecologist's waiting room was nothing special, the usual mundane seating, a bored receptionist, and an area to distract children decorated with a mural of baby ducks. In fact, now that Alastor was looking closer, all the artwork in the room depicted ducks in some way.
Inane art aside, the gynecologist office appeared, on the surface, to be a perfectly normal medical office. Though Alastor knew the waiting room just disguised the true danger hiding behind the closed exam room doors: an exam table with built in stirrups.
The thought of placing himself in stirrups to display his most private parts made Alastor’s thighs tighten, as if he was going to burst out of the tiny waiting room chair to run home.
Of course he was being ridiculous. This was a standard medical procedure which a countless number of people subjected themselves to regularly. No one else sitting in the waiting room looked like they were seconds away from clawing out their own genitalia to escape a normal checkup.
When the receptionist called his name, he hid his nerves behind his unwavering smile. He didn’t want any of the staff to know how humiliated he was to be there. She told him Dr. Morningstar would be meeting him in exam room 6 and Alastor steeled himself to face his adversary.
“Hello Alastor! It’s nice to meet you,” Dr. Morningstar greeted warmly. Alastor was thrown off by how decent the doctor seemed. He was smaller than Alastor and appeared nonthreatening. Alastor guessed the man was somewhere in his forties or fifties based on the stress lines on his face; despite them the doctor was quite good looking.
“Pleasure to be meeting you,” Alastor kept his usual greeting short. He didn’t have the heart to offer pleasantries to the man who was about to probe his vagina.
“Let’s both take a seat,” Dr. Morningstar waved to two side chairs sitting in the corner of the exam room, “And you can tell me why you’re here today.”
They had a courteous conversation about the pain Alastor experienced during his previous period. Dr. Morningstar was attentive, occasionally writing something down in a clipboard and asking Alastor followup questions. Although the doctor’s professionalism slightly soothed Alastor, the exam table still loomed in his peripheral vision.
Questionnaire completed, Dr. Morningstar left Alastor with a gown and a promise to be back after Alastor changed. Some hysterical part of Alastor wanted to beg the man to stay, as if his calming presence would somehow alleviate Alastor of his worries.
Hating himself for such weakness, Alastor ripped his clothes off too fast for any doubts to stall him. He pulled on the gown and piled his clothes on the vacated side chair, only hesitating when it was time to get on the exam table.
Alastor gingerly nudged one of the stirrups and blushed when he saw they could be adjusted to move his legs further apart as needed by the doctor. He wondered if the exam would be possible if he ripped the stirrups off the table completely.
Ultimately, he was forced into action by the thought that if he waited too long, the doctor would return to watch his unbecoming climb onto the table. He even placed his legs in the stirrups (which he had changed to the shortest width possible) before arranging the gown to tastefully cover his lower half.
Dr. Morningstar announced himself with a knock to the door, “Are you ready?”
“I am,” Alastor called back, willing the man to hurry up already.
“Great!” Dr. Morningstar entered the room, closing the door firmly behind him, “Now, some people like to have a chaperone during a pelvic exam. Do you want me to bring in one of my medical assistants?”
“No, thank you,” Alastor grit out. It was bad enough the doctor was going to see Alastor like this, he refused to allow another person in the room.
“Let’s get started then,” Dr. Morningstar rolled gloves onto his hands. He then sat in a rolling stool and wheeled himself in between Alastor’s legs, “I’m going to start with a visual inspection of the outside.”
The doctor waited until Alastor nodded to lift the gown up above his knees. Even though the medical gown was a thin material, thus offering no real protection, the loss of it made Alastor feel fully exposed.
The visual inspection realistically only took a few seconds but to Alastor it felt like hours. He wished he could blink and the exam could be over instead of having to live through it.
“Now I’m going to use a speculum to do a visual inspection of the inside.”
Alastor instantly tensed, which did not go unnoticed by the doctor.
“Don’t worry, you may feel some strain, but this part won’t hurt at all,” Dr. Morningstar held up the speculum, opening it and closing it rapidly, “Look, it’s like a duck’s bill! Something that cute is perfectly harmless.”
Alastor gave him a dubious look. He didn’t find that reassuring and he highly doubted any of Dr. Morningstar’s other patients did either. Still, the absurdity of his doctor did allow his body to relax slightly.
“Warmed it up so it’ll be comfortable. Remember, there will be a strain, but please tell me if you feel any pain,” Dr. Morningstar carefully inserted the speculum past his folds.
There was a weird stretching. Alastor's body instinctively clenched against the foreign object; Alastor knew clenching was just making the feeling worse, but he couldn’t stop himself. The most he could do was let out a deep breath and close his eyes. Not looking at the doctor did make this step move faster.
“You’re doing great, I’m going to run a pap smear while the speculum is in you. This will be a small wand that’ll collect a couple of cells for our labs to analyze.”
Compared to the speculum, the wand was hardly a bother. A small pinch before the wand was removed, the speculum thankfully following afterward.
“Is the exam over?” Alastor asked, opening his eyes.
“No, sorry, we still need to do the physical exam. I’m going to insert a lubricated finger inside to check your uterus and ovaries,” Dr. Morningstar paused after seeing the expression on Alastor’s face, “Do you need me to give you a moment alone?”
“I-” Alastor wavered. He instinctively wanted to snap that he didn’t need to be coddled. But he wasn’t sure.
He’s never inserted anything other than a tampon inside himself, not even his own fingers. Hearing that a handsome doctor would be unknowingly taking that milestone made Alastor’s face flush and a strange heat gather inside him. He couldn’t believe his body was betraying him like this.
Another deep breath later, Alastor decided, “I will be fine. Please continue.”
Dr. Morningstar flashed Alastor a gentle smile. He was then thankfully very generous with the lubricant prepping his finger. He rolled his chair as close to the exam table as possible and leaned in. Alastor cursed himself for pushing the stirrups closer, his thighs were brushing against Dr. Morningstar’s shoulders.
The doctor’s hands reached up incredibly slowly, presumably for Alastor’s comfort. Which only gave his thighs ample time to accidentally press against Dr. Morningstar, sending a thrill down his spine at every touch. The doctor’s finger entered Alastor, shocking him how… good it felt. Very good actually, much better than the speculum.
Alastor had to hide a gasp when he felt the finger bottom out inside him. He might have wasted a few years never trying this on himself. Dr. Morningstar pressed in closer, turning his finger. The movement of the doctor’s hand made his thumb accidentally graze Alastor’s clit.
Alastor yelped as he felt a wave of pleasure move through him. It seemed his body was no longer allowing Alastor to ignore his own sexual needs, at the slightest provocation it folded immediately.
Panting, Alastor looked down at the wet mess between his legs. He just came on the doctor’s hands, the doctor who was still inside of him.
“Fuck, no, fuck!” Alastor whined.
“That, that was perfect uh perfectly normal,” Dr. Morningstar said, though he looked completely surprised, “A lot of people experience that during this kind of medical procedure.”
Alastor wanted to get up, but the stupid doctor was still sitting there with his finger in Alastor’s vagina, “I need to leave, I’m leaving!”
Dr. Morningstar’s eyes were wide as he stared down at his hand; Alastor’s words jolted him to finally pull his finger out.
“The exam, we didn’t finish.”
“I finished!” Alastor snapped. He meant to say ‘I’m finished’ but he wasn’t about to start correcting himself now.
“Of course,” Dr. Morningstar moved away, “But the pain you described, it could be serious.”
Alastor stood up, uncaring that he was smearing slick all over his legs. Stumbling, Alator grabbed his clothes from the side chair. He needed to either cover himself or kill the doctor, whichever would erase his humiliation first.
“I’ll live,” Alastor shimmied his pants on under the gown, skipping his underwear entirely.
“Please wait,” Dr. Morningstar grabbed Alastor’s arm with what better be his clean hand, “Please schedule another appointment with my office. I keep the ending slot of Fridays open for last minute appointments, I can dedicate that slot to you as soon as you’re comfortable to visit again.”
“I’ll consider it,” Alastor grumbled, pushing Dr. Morningstar’s hand off him. Deciding to simply keep the gown on, he shoved his shirt over it; dedicating a few hurried seconds to make sure his clothes fully covered the gown.
“It could be uterine cancer!” Dr. Morningstar insisted, which only momentarily halted Alastor from slipping his shoes on.
“I said I’ll consider it!” Alastor snarled, slamming the exam room door open and slamming it shut behind him. He sprinted to the receptionist, practically barking at her to check him out. He wanted to be out of the office before Dr. Morningstar could leave the exam room.
Lucifer was stuck in place, still hearing the echo of Alastor’s thunderous retreat. When he came into work today, he didn't know he was about to get struck by a lightning bolt named Alastor.
In all his years as an ob-gyn, Lucifer had never been attracted to any of his patients. Sure there have been a few that he’d found objectively attractive but he always maintained a strict wall of separation.
Early in his career, it had been easy to dismiss his patients. He was madly in love with his wife and, at the time, no one could compare to Lilith. Though they divorced seven years ago, he never found anyone else who inspired those same feelings in him. He knew the happiness that can be found in domesticity, in having a life partner who genuinely cares about you. Compared to that, looking at random patients’ genitals did nothing to excite him.
Even Alastor started as a regular patient, a very pretty one, but still just a patient.
He obviously didn’t want to be here, his face blushed brightly the entire exam. Lucifer has had shy patients before, but they’re mostly people who were raised in more conservative environments trained to be ashamed. Talking to Alastor, it appeared that his lack of exploration in his own body came less from a place of shame and more from total disinterest.
Nothing in Alastor’s life had ever sparked sexual desire in him. Nothing, except for Lucifer’s touch.
Despite ensuring they barely brushed against each other and using a feather-light touch, Lucifer’s mere presence seemed enough to cause monumental reactions in Alastor. The poor dear squirmed throughout the entire exam and Lucifer could tell he was constantly holding back little squeaks.
Lucifer would never admit this out loud for fear of losing his license, but he wanted to pull more sounds out of Alastor during the exam. So the graze to Alastor’s clit was a bit more calculated than accidental; all he wanted was to hear Alastor let out a gasp (or a moan if he was lucky). He didn’t expect Alastor to be so pent up he’d immediately gush onto Lucifer.
Raising his hand, Lucifer could see it was still covered in Alastor’s residue. He was so spellbound when Alastor came, it took all his willpower to hold back from planting his face into the dear’s vagina. Now, there was nothing stopping him.
He greedily lapped at the fluid on his hand and reached his other one down to stroke himself. Lucifer moaned in ecstasy at the taste, imagining Alastor’s legs caging his head and moaning along with Lucifer. If Alastor reacted like this to light teasing, Lucifer couldn’t wait to see how he acted when Lucifer was actually trying.
It took very little time for Lucifer to come with his hand; which was something he and Alastor had in common.
He washed his hands in the sink in the room and cleaned up using one of the towels stored specifically for bodily fluids. Lucifer would have offered these amenities to Alastor had he not been in such a rush to leave. At the time, Alastor’s cleanliness was a lower priority to Lucifer than ensuring that Alastor wanted to come back, needed to come back.
Lucifer hadn’t expected Alastor to turn from a blushing virgin to a force of nature during his departure. He was already incredibly attractive so his sudden spitfire intrigued Lucifer. What other sides to Alastor existed?
As he was leaving the room, Lucifer noticed something lying under one of the side chairs. Seems his runaway Cinderella left a shoe behind. Lucifer bent down to pluck it off the ground, hoping it was something Alastor would need to return for.
However it turned out to be a prize that Lucifer would keep and deny finding if asked: Alastor’s red panties.
Alastor stared down the tiny vibrator sitting innocently on his dresser. He had been trying to unsuccessfully hype himself up to use it for twenty minutes. He blamed this current predicament on Rosie.
During their last luncheon, Rosie sensed something off with Alastor and wheedled him until he spilled everything about the awful gynecologist visit. Luckily Rosie was never one to revel in another’s humiliation (which made her kinder than Alastor) and she instead offered sympathetic advice. She thought he needed to take the time to explore his own sexual needs by himself.
Alastor confessed that he has tried in the shower a few times, but him clumsily fingering himself sparked nothing except boredom. When Rosie asked if he’d tried toys, Alastor immediately rejected that line of thought. He could never be caught entering a sex shop, goodness what would the papers say!
Rose was unimpressed by his response and went out to buy a vibrator herself. Now the blasted thing was sitting on Alastor’s dresser, taunting him.
According to Rosie it was built specifically for people’s first time; Alastor believed her based on the description of the vibrator on the outside of the box- which he still hasn’t opened. He turned the box around in his hands and wondered what the return policy was for the store Rosie used. Oh, look at the that, there’s a sticker on the box advertising half off a bottle of lube with the purchase of anal beads. Disgusting!
Grumbling, Alastor set the vibrator down. He knew he’d never build up either the nerve or interest in using it.
Alastor has been an incredibly confident person his entire life because he’s never questioned himself. He knew he was a man long before he learned the term ‘transgender.’ He knew he wasn’t interested in sex long before he learned the term ‘asexual.’ Alastor was just who he was. No fuss, no introspection, no confusion.
Alastor thought he had settled things with his body. He didn’t mess around with his genitalia and his vagina didn’t bother him outside the monthly period. Then in the doctor’s office his body had to break that agreement in the most humiliating way possible.
He’s never thought about his own genitalia this much before. Most of the time, it was simply something that existed. His vagina was like if a house had an extra stairway that led nowhere: strange to look at and a waste of space.
But all it took was a single finger to unleash a torrent of distasteful feelings. Alastor was constantly haunted by thoughts of the pleasure that overtook him in the exam room and the knowledge that his own hands can’t accomplish the same. Anytime he crossed his legs, Alastor felt a small tingle imagining they were pressed against Dr. Morningstar’s shoulders instead.
Even his subconscious was deeply affected; each night following the doctor’s visit he experienced a wet dream. Alastor was getting tired of waking up to slick stained pajamas.
The cursed pressure inside of him was becoming constrictive despite his best efforts to pleasure himself. The vibrator would most likely resolve this issue but Alastor couldn’t bring himself to open the box. He was afraid it might make his perversions worse.
As much as he hated everything about what his body was doing lately, it was still preferable to when his thoughts spiraled over Dr. Morningstar’s final words. ‘Uterine cancer’ he said. Alastor’s body could contain a ticking bomb that he’s ignoring due to his own embarrassment.
Dr. Morningstar is hardly the only gynecologist in the area, but he is the only one with the availability to see Alastor without a few months wait time. Plus, Alastor has already embarrassed himself in front of the man; if he was going to be unsightly again, it was probably better to be in front of someone who was already aware of Alastor’s depravity.
Alastor shoved the vibrator deep inside the dresser and picked up his phone to call the doctor’s office. Perhaps going there and experiencing a normal medical exam will prove last time a fluke and waylay any future naughty thoughts.
The receptionist had clearly grown annoyed with Lucifer. Between each of his patients for the past two weeks he swooped by to ask if Alastor scheduled another appointment. At first the receptionist shared his concern, agreeing with the seriousness of his symptoms- which Lucifer slightly exaggerated to prevent any suspicions. Despite her promise to alert him once Alastor called, Lucifer still stopped by her desk nearly every hour to check.
Lucifer knew he was being annoying, yet he persisted. He needed to know when Alastor would be back. Walking to the receptionist's desk he could see she was currently on the phone. Once she saw him, her smile became tenser, her brow more furrowed, and her voice sharper.
“Dr. Morningstar is actually right here,” she said before throwing the phone at Lucifer.
“YES!” Lucifer fumbled, “Yes?”
“Hello Dr. Morningstar,” Alastor’s siren voice rang out, “Is the appointment this upcoming Friday available?”
“Of course! I made sure it would be for you, not that I was waiting, but like, just in case. Cause we need to finish! The exam! Haha, the exam table’s all warmed up and ready for you,” Lucifer was blowing it.
Alastor sighed, sending a shiver up Lucifer’s back.
“Alright. What time?”
“Whenever is good for you,” Lucifer blurted.
“I thought the appointment was at a set time on Friday?”
“Yes, yes. Sorry, I meant I usually work late Fridays so if you want to show up, you know, whenever after office hours,” Lucifer wanted to slam his head into the wall. His receptionist was giving him a look, knowing for a fact he was lying.
“Doesn’t your staff need to be there to check me out?”
“I’ll check you out! Or, uh, you actually don’t need to check out, we have your card on file.”
Alastor grunted. Lucifer’s hands clenched so hard he heard the phone creak.
“I’ll be there when the office closes then.”
Lucifer’s mouth opened to spew more nonsense; thankfully Alastor hung up before that could happen.
“So,” his receptionist side-eyed him, “Do I need to work late Friday?”
“No, take off early if you want, we’re not filling the slot before closing.”
“We can leave it open in case-”
“Just take the day off early,” Lucifer snapped. He would go feral if something happened during a last-minute appointment that caused him to be late to see Alastor.
“Doesn’t Alastor need a chaperone?” The nosiest receptionist in the world asked.
“He didn’t last time.”
“But what about-”
Lucifer stalked off before she asked him another pointless question. His dear didn’t need anyone in the room but Lucifer.
The rest of the day he was unable to focus. He wished he insisted Alastor came earlier in the week, or at least didn’t push him off til after office hours. It was only Tuesday, Lucifer was going to drive himself crazy all week looking at people’s genitals- wishing they were Alastor’s pretty pussy.
The wait at least gave him time to plan for what he’s going to do during Alastor’s appointment.
The office was quiet when Dr. Morningstar greeted him at the entrance. Alastor felt a bit guilty about imposing himself on the doctor, Dr. Morningstar was fidgeting a lot and running around the half-dark office to make sure everything was shut down. He also locked the entrance door, citing company policy for after-hours work when he noticed Alastor watching him.
He led Alastor to the same exam room as lat time and they sat in the same side chairs.
Lucifer began, “I think we need to talk about how the last exam ended.”
“Hmm, no.”
“The physical exam is going to be a lot more involved. Your body might have another extreme reaction; you need to be prepared for that.”
Alastor looked down, shifting in his chair, “How… common is a reaction like that?”
“Extremely. I’m touching a very sensitive part of your body so it’s very normal. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I’m not ashamed!” Alastor lied, “It’s just… unbecoming.”
Dr. Morningstar gently lay his hand on Alastor’s knee, “I have an idea for something that might make you feel more comfortable. We could use a privacy sheet.”
Alastor looked towards the doctor and gestured for him to continue.
“The sheet will make it so neither of us can see the other. That way you don’t need to watch me work; you can let your body react naturally without worrying about me judging you.”
The doctor got up to show Alastor what the privacy sheet looked like: a simple curtain that hung from rings attached to a high bar.
Alastor considered this, remembering that the pap smear portion of the exam felt very easy compared to the rest because he closed his eyes. He agreed to the privacy sheet.
Dr. Morningstar momentarily stepped out of the room. Alastor went through the same song and dance of stripping his clothes, pulling on the gown, and settling onto the exam table- placing his legs in the stirrups without adjusting them this time.
The doctor returned and placed the privacy curtain to block Alastor’s view of his lower half and the other side of the room.
“Remember Alastor, it’s important that we fully complete this exam to ensure you don’t have a serious health risk. I highly recommend against ending this session early, even if you do come.”
Alastor gulped, he really hoped his body didn’t break down like that again.
"I'm going to start the exam," Dr. Morningstar warned. Even with the heads up, Alastor jumped when he felt hands tracing his inner thighs, then again when those hands rubbed against his lower lips.
Alastor scolded himself, he should be able to sit calmly through a medical procedure without flinching every time the doctor touched him.
"Feeling okay?" The doctor called.
Alastor held back a sigh caused by the sensations he was feeling, "F-fine."
"Good, I'm going to enter you now."
Just like last time, a lubed finger entered Alastor. He was initially able to hold himself together, only gasping when he felt the finger curl. The doctor’s experience definitely showed; unlike Alastor’s messy attempts, Dr. Morningstar’s finger adeptly moved inside him. Oddly, the doctor’s hand felt like it was missing the glove he used during the first exam.
Suddenly the finger brushed up against something that sent a shock down Alastor's spine; he couldn't hold back the deep moan that rocketed out of him.
"I need to explore this area more Alastor, will you be able to hold still?"
Alastor gasped, "Yes, yes Doctor."
The finger squirmed around in Alastor almost as much as the heart in his chest. He couldn't handle it anymore, he felt a familiar pressure build.
"Dr. Morningstar, s-stop."
"This is an important part of the exam, I'm afraid I have to continue."
"Dr. Morningstar- wai-" Alastor moaned as he felt himself come. He panted and lifted his hands to grip the table over his head to steady himself.
"That's okay Alastor, you're okay," Dr. Morningstar assured him, "I'm going to clean you up, then we can continue."
"Do we have to? Is it not over?"
"I'm sorry Alastor, that was just the first part of the physical. I need to be thorough to check for cancer."
True to his word, the doctor retrieved a wet towel to clean Alastor up. Alastor was incredibly grateful for the privacy curtain, he didn't want Dr. Morningstar to see the mortification on his face.
"Now, you're about to feel some air, then I'm going to insert another tool inside of you"
Again, despite the warning, Alastor jumped when he felt air blow into his opening. It was followed by a strange feeling tool: wider than it was thick and significantly slimier than the doctor's lubed finger. This tool brushed against the outside of his folds in a strange pattern a few times before pushing past them.
Alastor shuddered when it entered him; the way it was designed, part of the tool was pressing against his clit. The tool wriggled inside him oddly, seemingly a lot more flexible than Dr. Morningstar's finger. Each time the tool reached into him or changed positions, it rubbed his clit.
The pressure Alastor felt returned, quicker this time. He knew he wouldn't last long without coming all over his doctor, again.
"I'm, about to, I'm going to come!" Alastor shouted.
The tool was immediately removed and the doctor said, "That's fine. It might speed the exam up by opening you further. If you come, I'll clean you up."
Then Dr. Morningstar pushed the tool back in. Alastor could only last a few twirls of the tool before he was coming.
Even though Dr. Morningstar promised it would end the exam, Alastor could still feel the tool inside him. Only now the tool was making a strange sucking sensation. This lasted a few seconds longer before Dr. Morningstar pulled the tool away.
"Very good Alastor," the doctor said, in a rougher voice than earlier.
He cleaned Alastor up with another wet towel before stroking the outside of Alastor's leg, "Last test, I promise. Can you handle this?"
Alastor wasn't sure if he could, his entire body was shaking and his hands were squeezing the table so tightly, he wouldn't be surprised if he later found indents.
Still, it had taken all his nerve to return to this office after the last visit and Dr. Morningstar has shown himself to be a consummate professional. He could get this over with, go home, and then contemplate actually using the vibrator Rosie gifted him.
"...Please make it fast."
"I'll try, but this one will be more vigorous than the others. This tool is much larger than the last one I used."
"Go on," Alastor squeaked as he felt the doctor already moving.
He at first adjusted Alastor's legs in the stirrups, making them spread wider. Then he stretched Alastor's lips to ease the new tool inside.
Alastor groaned, the doctor wasn't kidding about it being bigger. This tool barely fit inside him, even with the doctor massaging the way.
"This may seem crass, but may I stimulate your clit?" Dr. Morningstar asked, "It would help you relax and ease the insertion."
"Whatever" Alastor grumbled. The doctor could do anything he'd like now if it meant ending this as soon as possible.
The fingers immediately circling his clit made Alastor moan. He was becoming overwhelmed by the dual pleasure of the hand on his clit and the giant tool still moving further inside him.
"Almost there," Dr. Morningstar's voice was more ragged, but Alastor didn't care to consider why. When he felt the end of the tool settle inside of him, he groaned. He absently wondered if there was an echo in the room, it sounded like two people groaning instead of one.
"Now this tool needs to be moved in and out. I may also need to adjust the speed based on readings from the tool," Dr. Morningstar said.
"Yup," Alastor grit out. The unbearable pressure was back again.
The tool moved in and out, bumping into different parts of him and making him moan every time. Then the tool struck something inside that made Alastor scream, feeling himself squirt.
"Oh god!" Alastor cried.
"Sorry Alastor," Dr. Morningstar grunted, "Once we start this part it's hard to stop. I'll clean you up afterwards, I promise."
Then the movement started up again, except this time it seemed to be targeting the part inside Alastor that made him scream. Even though he knew what to expect now, Alastor couldn't stop himself from crying out with each pounding strike of the tool.
"Yes, you're doing so good!" Dr. Morningstar yelled, "You're taking it so much better than I thought!"
Tears streamed down Alastor's face. His body was convulsing so much he lost his grip on the table. Needing to hold something, he buried his hands in his hair, pulling at his strands.
"Almost there!" Dr. Morningstar placed his hands under Alastor's butt to lift him off the table.
The thrusting grew faster and stronger, making Alastor see stars. Alastor shouted as he came for the fourth time during this doctor's visit. He hoped this wouldn't put him on some sort of pervert's list that gynecologists keep.
"Oh! So perfect!" Dr. Morningstar exclaimed. Suddenly the tool inside Alastor spasmed and he felt a sticky substance fill him.
"What is that?" Alastor gasped.
"Nothing bad," Dr. Morningstar was quick to reassure, "Just a, uh, moisturizer! A moisturizer to make sure you're not too stiff after taking this tool."
"O-Okay," Alastor mumbled, "Is it over?"
"Yes! I'm going to clean you up and then you can leave. Make sure you, uh, pee later. Important to do after an exam like this."
"Sure."
He was glad the two of them were the only ones in the doctor’s office. Alastor had tear streaks running down his face, his hair was pulled into a tangled mess, and he doubted his legs would stop shaking for days. If anyone saw him leave right then, they'd probably think he just had sex.
When Lucifer pulled the privacy sheet back to see Alastor’s flushed face, he wanted to ravage the man all over again. Lucifer suspected Alastor wasn’t even aware he was still crying; he made no attempt to wipe his tears away and instead sat up slowly.
Lucifer sighed dreamily as he slumped onto his rolling chair- Alastor drained him too much for Lucifer to continue standing. His sweet dear was in a similar, spent state. It appears Lucifer conquered the storm named Alastor.
Unlike last time, Alastor wasn’t flying out of the room. Instead he sluggishly moved off the table and shuffled to the side chair. Since he didn’t ask Lucifer to leave, he stayed, content to watch Alastor’s worn-out motions.
He tore the gown off, giving Lucifer a peek at his sweaty, bra-clad breasts. Then he sloppily pulled his clothes on. Alastor was so dazed he didn’t even comment on his missing underwear (which Lucifer had pilfered during the exam).
“I’ll call you once we have the results from your pap smear,” Lucifer said.
Alastor nodded, “Can I leave now?”
Lucifer smiled brightly, he liked that Alastor asked for permission, “Of course you can!”
Recharged, Lucifer guided Alastor out of the office and helped him get to his car; for safety of course, never know what creeps lurk out in the dark. Lucifer watched him drive away, then sat in his own car. He took a moment to strategize on how to get Alastor back in his office.
Perhaps he can smudge the results from the pap smear to be more serious than he expects them to be; after his inspections he didn’t think there was anything wrong with Alastor other than a slight hormonal imbalance, perhaps due to stress or lack of sleep. According to Alastor, he’s never taken birth control so a change in that wasn’t the cause of his recent pain.
Lucifer’s cock lurched when he realized Alastor wasn’t on birth control. Alastor wasn’t on birth control and Lucifer just came deeply inside of him. Lucifer might have impregnated Alastor.
Luckily he was an ob-gyn and could help Alastor during his pregnancy. Drooling, Lucifer imagined fucking a heavily pregnant Alastor on the same exam table their relationship began.
Grabbing the stolen panties (this pair a gold color), Lucifer held them up to his face as he jerked off. Alastor made him insatiable; he had plenty of material to think of while he pleasured himself. What ultimately made him climax were thoughts of sharing a home with Alastor in the future- and fucking Alastor in every room of said home.
He was confident in his ability to lure his favorite patient back to their exam room. Though if Alastor proves too stubborn, as his doctor, Lucifer can access his personal information. He could always make a house call.