A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay 11: Bedside Care (Patreon)

A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay
Chapter 11: Bedside Care

-VB-

The doctors allowed me to stay by Amy’s side, and they mostly let it happen because Victoria was adamant about letting me stay once she saw me in the room.

I took to Amy’s left bed side with my back against the window while Victoria kept on switching between the seat in the corner of the room and Amy’s right bed side. 

“I need to be out there,” Victoria mumbled.

I looked up from Amy to stare at her blonde sister and wondered if Victoria was being influenced by her shard. 

“What would that achieve?” I asked quietly.

Victoria’s face snapped up towards me with a small frown. “I would be punching the Nazis, that’s what,” she grunted out. “I know you want to.”

That was true. “It wouldn’t make Amy’s situation any better.”

She deflated at my words. “But it’ll happen again. It’s already happened twice.”

Fleur and Amy. Yes, it’s happened twice to New Wave now.

“Then we all go out there and punch the Empire once Amy has recovered. We don’t listen to the old guard for their status quo bullshit and ruin our enemies’ day.”

Victoria grinned if a little sadly. “I’d like that. Not that Amy could take part in the fighting.”

“She can if she wants to.”

“... What do you mean?”

“I asked if she wanted to be like me, you know.”

Silence.

Victoria’s eyes widened. “Wait, you’re a Trump?!”

“Of a sort,” I half-agreed. “I can help people unlock certain powers, but they will have to train to reach where I am and it’ll take them longer than it took me.”

She continued to stare at me.

“But Amy refused. She also hasn’t explored much beyond the trees I have in my garden in using her power.”

Victoria looked upset, and stopped talking after that, staring at Amy intently and worriedly. 

I too went back to waiting for Amy to wake up.

-VB-

She did wake up, but it was in the middle of the night and we were alone in the room. 

It was the sound of a distant explosion that woke her, and I was there awake when she slowly climbed out of her slumber. 

“...Alan?” she mumbled out.

“I’m here,” I said quietly as he held her hand.

Her bleary eyes tried to look for me, but the room was dark from lack of illumination. 

“Go back to sleep,” I told her even when I wanted her to be up and be with me. She still needed her rest and waking up in the middle of the night wouldn’t help her recovery.

“‘m hungry.”

But if it was for food, then I supposed I could help her.

“I’ll be right back with food, then.”

Seeing as the hospital cafeteria did not operate in the night, I sped out of the hospital and came to a 24-hour convenience store. With a quick swipe of my card, I bought chicken noodle soup. I returned to the hospital in minutes, turned on the light of Amy’s room as I came back in, heated up the soup in the microwave in Amy’s room, and gave it to fumbling Amy on a tray. 

“Slowly,” I advised when she also grabbed the bowl to chug its content down. She hesitantly stopped trying to grab the bowl and picked up the spoon.

When she finished her soup, she gulped and took a deep breath.

“Thanks.”

“I am your boyfriend. This is what is expected of me.”

Amy suddenly burst out laughing. “No, it’s not!” she giggled. And then she blushed. “Maybe if you’re my h-husband…” she mumbled out.

I cleaned the tray and the empty bowl from her lap before sitting back down next to her by the bedside with an apple and a knife. I began to peel the skin before talking.

“Well, I am your boyfriend and you are my girlfriend to see if we truly would lik-”

“I-I do!”

I stopped and looked at her in surprise. 

She continued hastily. “Y-You’re always here for me. Even Vicky and mom aren’t - dad can’t because of his depression - but you are. You always ask for my opinion, listen to me, and help me!” she squeaked out hurriedly. Her face grew redder and redder with each sentence. Soon, she looked like a tomato.

“It’s too early for you to think about marriage, Amy,” I replied with a happy smile. “I’m happy. I really am happy that you feel that way. I feel that way too.”

Amy looked like she was going to burst into tears.

“But I can’t take your life from you.”

I must have said the wrong words because she snapped. “You’re not taking my life from me!” she glared. “I want this!”

“Amy, what does marriage mean?”

“H-Huh?” she uttered in confusion at the sudden turn of topic. “What does that have to do with-”

“You told me that you would very much like me to be your husband as much as I want you to be my wife,” I confessed at the end as I put the knife and the half-peeled apple down. Amy’s blush deepend at my confession. “But what does it mean to be a husband or a wife?”

“... I don’t know? We have … babies…?” she whispered towards the end, looking slightly away. 

I chuckled. “That’s certainly part of it,” I replied. “But marriage means that you are no longer responsible for only yourself but also your spouse. By marrying me, you are declaring that you are giving up certain liberties, exercised or not, to attain me.”

“... That sounds good to me?”

“It does to me, too,” I added. “But have you asked yourself what that means in your position?”

“I’m not sure what you’re asking…”

“Amy, to marry is to declare that all of you will be putting your best foot in and make the best effort to make our relationship work. Are you then willing to use your powers beyond simple healing and minor experimentation?”

She looked thunderous not in anger but shock. “W-What does my power-”

“It is a part of you, and in marriage, all part of you is involved in the relationship.”

She continued to stare at me.

“Amy, I love you. I really do. For me, that includes a burning desire to murder every single Nazi in this city to avenge what’s been done to you.”

She paled. 

“B-But that’s not heroic!”

“But it is something a husband should do for his wife.”

She gawked at my declaration. 

“Hurting you, Amy, is an attack not just to you but to me and our relationship. Am I to let such an attack go? Am I to let a threat to us live when I could remove it completely?”

“B-But killing is…”

“It would be more heroic of me to kill a hundred to save a thousand, Amy. How many people die because the Empire? I think you are intimately familiar with the data.”

She winced.

“And if you are truly married to me, then you would have to help me in what I do just as I would do everything in my power to help you in what you do.”

“But it’s wrong! I can’t help you kill people!”

“But you can help me keep bystander casualties low.”

Amy looked truly lost now. On one hand, she looked happy that I would kill for her. On the other hand, killing was morally wrong. 

I placed my hands over her right hand and smiled. “Amy, I am here now because I believe that you need me, and I care more about that than hurting others,” I said quietly. Amy looked downright embarrassed by my statement, but her hand didn’t pull away even after honest desire to murder all Nazis. Instead, she gripped my hands tightly. 

“T-Then stay with me until I’m released from the h-hospital,” she stuttered. 

“... I will. I would have anyways.”

“... Give me goodnight kiss.”

I laughed a bit. 

“Kiss!” she insisted with a blush.

“Yes, princess,” I said as I stood up, leaned over, and caught her lips with mine. It was a soft, chaste kiss. It wasn’t a battle of tongues or dominance. Just an acknowledgement of each other and where we stand in our relationship.

It was a short kiss. Afterwards, she stared up at me intently if a little sleepily. “We will talk more.”

“It’s what husbands and wives do,” I chuckled.

“... Stupid Alan.”

-VB-

Over the course of a week, we talked intensely each night. My desire to crush and maim versus Amy’s moral compass took up much of our time to sort. 

In the end, I agreed not to go on a killing spree. Amy agreed to awaken her meridian channels and train so that she wouldn’t be unprotected and exposed again. 

When she was released, it was to my surprise that Brandish allowed Amy to live with me. She still didn’t trust me, but my efforts to keep Amy company worked in my favor to sooth Brandish’s paranoia. 

Somehow. 

Paranoia didn’t work that way(most paranoid folks would get more paranoid regardless of what happened), but apparently, whatever I did satisfied Brandish.

So I helped Amy gather some more of her belongings from the Dallon household before bringing her back to my house in my car (yes, I had a car).

And that night as I came out of my bathroom, I stopped when I saw Amy sitting on my bed … in a lingerie. Even though the lacy blue lingerie should have covered her slim figure, it did more to accentuate it. 

Her wavy hair slid down around her shoulder, her arms crossed underneath her unexpectedly large, firm, and round breasts, and her legs met at the knees and feet remained spread apart. 

Despite blushing rather hotly, she looked up and met my eyes with firm determination. 

She gulped when she saw me only with a towel around my waist. The blush that had previously only occupied her cheeks extended down to her neck in seconds.

“I…” she trailed off. “I want to give myself to you.”

I didn’t say any other word. Instead, I walked up to her and knelt down. I subtly let go of the towel, ignored the way her eyes drifted down, and leaned forward. 

I caught her lips with mine. Our lips opened, and our tongues began to touch and slid around each other. I gently pushed her down onto the bed. Our kiss continued. Our hands and fingers intertwined and held fast. Somewhere in our shifting, Amy pulled her legs up and hooked them over my thighs.

The kiss broke, and I was left staring down at Amy’s flushed face. 

“Amy-”

-VB-

“-I love you,” he whispered. 

“I love you, too,” Amy whispered back. He smiled and straightened himself.

His hands reached down and held her side. Then they began to slowly crawl up … and then he groped her.

Her breath hitched in anticipation before her lips quivered when he began to massage them. It … felt nice, she supposed.

And then he leaned down as he pulled the lingerie down from her boobs and licked her nipple.

She giggled in surprise, tickled by it. M-maybe she should have moaned? That’s what the internet said her man might like…

Her giggling didn’t stop Alan. No, he just engrossed himself in playing with her tits.

Her giggling stopped and she let out a moan, which was a surprise. It felt different now. Then he mouthed her left nipple and pinched her right nipple. She squeaked from the sudden flow of pleasure when his tongue began to flick and circle her nipple.

“H-Hey, aren’t you liking my boobs too much?” she asked, embarrassed to even voice the question. 

He stopped sucking and looked up at her with just a bit of saliva on his lips. “I love your boobs.”

She looked away. Stupid Alan saying stupid things…

His hands stopped touching her boobs and snaked around her back. With a few clicks, her lingerie came off, and she was exposed completely nude to him.

And then she felt it.

His penis. 

She looked down and her eyes widened. I-it looked big. Like really big.

“T-That’s supposed to fit in me?”

“With a bit of work, yes,” he cooed as his hand reached down and -.

“EEK!” she squealed when he pinched her clit. “O-Ooohhh!” and then moans came out of her when he began to do something to make his fingers vibrate. “A-A-Alan-!” she whimpered, only to be cut off when he caught her lips in a kiss. “Mmppphh mmpphh mmpphhh!!” 

His fingers twisted, pinched, rubbed, and -.

Her mind began to go blank. She knew she was nearly screaming into Alan’s mouth, her eyes rolling over in their sockets, and her hips buckling to his fingers.

And then her back arched, something pushed out from inside her, and she nearly fainted.

When he broke the kiss, she was left panting with tears in her eyes while her body trembled in pleasure. 

“I think you’re ready now,” he said as he pulled back. He spread her legs apart, and his dick brushed against her opening. “Are you ready?”

She nodded. 

Then her eyes widened as he pushed into her, and the sensation was -.

She didn’t know how to describe it. Filling? Big? Completing?

“That’s half way.”

“O-Only?” she asked in suspense.

And then she squeezed her eyes shut as he pushed in deeper, spreading her apart to impale her on his dick. 

Then he pushed against the deepest part of her vagina. 

She gasped, a little in pain but nothing like what they said it could be. And it felt so good…

“Tell me when you’re ready, Amy,” he said as he pushed her hair aside.

She laid there, her vagina quivering to adjust to his big size. It wasn’t long before she felt ready. She looked at him and pulled her arms up, reaching to him.

“H-Hug me…” 

He smiled as he leaned down, letting her wrap her arms around his neck and shoulders while his hands pulled up from her thighs to her waist.

He began to move, and she moaned into his ears not because that’s what he would have liked but because it felt ecstatic on its own.

“Amy,” he cooed. “I’m going to make your vagina take on my dick’s shape.”

Her core tensed at his words, and her breath hitched as she did feel her vagina mold itself after her man’s dick (she secretly called Alan her man all the time). 

Her ass clapped with each thrust, and she whimpered and moaned. She sweated from making love with her man, and felt her juices dribble down and out of her.

She was so wet and … and …

Her legs tightened around Alan’s waist as her arms did around his shoulders and back as she climaxed for the second time.

Gasping for hair and nearly hyperventilating while moaning at the same time, Amy knew she must have looked naughty. So … lustful and wanton.

And Alan just looked at her with those love-filled eyes and accepted her. 

It wasn’t long before he was moving again, but this time, it was a frantic rutting. She didn’t know how fast he was moving in and out of her, pumping her with such speed that made her hair stand on their ends and her eyes roll into their sockets again.

Somewhere in the middle of it, she climaxed but didn’t have the time to relish in it while he continued to ravage her. 

And then it got faster. She knew what was coming. 

She knew knew knew knew -! 

And even though she knew, her legs tightened around his waist while hse pulled her chest and head back to look at Alan with wide eyes. 

“A-Alan!” she mewled loudly as he slammed into her. “Ehhehh...ehhhhhh…” she moaned as she felt sputters of hot jizz paint her vagina and spurt into her womb. Her vagina tightened around his dick almost painfully even as her mind blanked out and her vision whited out. 

Amy felt her arms give out and she laid back down on the bed, gasping for air as she came down from her carnal high. 

She looked at Alan’s face, and saw how happy he was, reveling in cumming inside of her and enjoying her warmth.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. He cupped one of her boobs with his hand and rolled it around. 

“Well, you made me cum in you,” he said without a hint of regret. 

Amy shakily grinned.

Her power looked for his semen but found nothing. She couldn’t see or manipulate them just as she no longer could see Alan with her power. 

And that was fine with her. 

That was more than fine. 

“Since you made me cum inside… I guess it won’t make any difference if I come in you again tonight, right?”

Tonight? Again?

“U-Uhh…EEK!”

Suddenly, she was on her stomach with her legs hanging off the edge of the bed.

“A-ALAN!” she mewled out when he began to pound into her. Before she could grunt and groan, his left hand came out of nowhere and wrapped around her mouth while his right hand touched her clit and began to vibrate. 

She screamed in ecstasy but it was muffled by Alan’s hand.

She climaxed again and again just as Alan jizzed in her vagina again and again. It was as if they were an actual married couple, trying to make a baby.

She liked that. 

Her. Married. Alan.

Her mind blanked as she climaxed again, and this time, she fainted. 

-VB-

It felt like a long time, but the whole sex only took an hour. 

I pulled out of Amy and watched in satisfaction as my cum dribbled out of her. She was also now sleeping, breathing in and out soundlessly. 

But I knew that she wouldn’t like waking up sweaty, sticky, and slick. I rolled her over, carried her up into my arms, and moved to the bathroom.

Maybe she might even like morning sex if she woke up fresh and puffy instead of sweaty and sticky.