Hotel Chaldea Ep. Nightingale (Patreon)

"That... cannot possibly be regulation," you muttered.

The head nurse was... well, you'd met Nightingale once or twice. You'd thought she just had the name, before, but now you knew, no, that was as close as you'd get to meeting Florence Nightingale in the flesh, the innovator behind the existence of the modern nurse. Or some would argue, anyway, she herself cared little for such titles and accolades and primarily focused on her work.

Normally, she wore a conservative red coat and black skirt combo that gave her an air of authority and her demeanor was serious and efficient, which made her quite a scary person to cross. 

You'd not really interacted with her much before, she mostly worked managing nurses, and as far as you knew, she was Ritsuka's personal nurse through her pregnancy. It was odd to find herself before her for something as mundane as a regular checkup.

"I make the regulations," she said, simply and clearly. "We've already confirmed your personal information, your weight, your height, your body fat percentage..." she muttered.

"What, when, how?" you asked. "I wasn't-"

"We do not waste our management's time," the head nurse said, matter of factly. "We've also checked you up for disease, illness and injury," she said. "Of course a pointless endeavor, you are healthier than any man your age and size ought to be," she said, writing something down on her notepad, before she put it down. "As to be expected."

"Wait, wait, can we stop for a moment- I've got a hard time taking things seriously when you're dressed like... that," you finally said, gesturing at her.

She was sitting, cross legged, on an almost stereotypically "medical" stool, and behind her, was a white steel desk with a bunch of vaguely medical looking doodads and devices on it, as well as regular desk stationery and a laptop computer. There was also a rack with syringes all filled with colorful liquids.

The nurse was a young looking woman, of pink hair and scary red eyes, who wore a severe frown most of the time and who kept her hair in a tightly corded braid that was tied together, preventing it from falling behind her. 

Black, high heeled, knee high boots covered her legs up to just under her thighs. Under them, she wore neon green stockings, that seemed to be made out of very thin, stretchy latex, transparent, connected by black leather straps to her skirt, a remarably tiny black little number, with magenta triming, a magenta belt, and golden decorations. Even when she stood straight, the skirt didn't even fully cover her crotch, and cross legged as she was, her thongs, both of them, were fully exposed, the outer thong being a super tiny purple high leg thong that covered only her mound, and under it, a very thin green latex thong that was of a slightly more reasonable size.

Her stomach was uncovered, and it showed that she had a figure worth envying, with a tight, trim abdominal area that, as she breathed, you could see how her muscles were defined under a thin layer of fat. 

Her hands were covered with thin green latex gloves, transparent, adorned with studded black bracelets, the golden studs glinting in the white light of her office. Her shoulders and neck were covered by something that was like a parody of a nurse's coat, in black with magenta underlining, covering only her biceps, shoulders and the base of her neck...

And, of course, under that, was her extraordinarily lewd choice of bra, a tiny magenta bra making the outer layer, covering her nipples and little else, and a bigger transparent green latex bra that struggled to contain that amazing pair of breasts.

As you admired her beauty, put on display and massively enhanced by her clothes, she cleared her throat. "These clothes are efficient," she explained, "for the test we are going to conduct here."

"What test? Normally I just have a nurse or doctor see me and do the regular," you said.

"Yes - it's come to my attention that we've neglected you, considering your sexual health has become an important part of Chaldea's operations," she spoke. "Unlike servants, we cannot always be certain that you are able and ready to service our master whenever she requires stress relief," she spoke.

"I... huh?" your confusion climbed. "So this is-"

"About your sexual capability, yes," she said, tapping her board with her fingers on the desk and then uncrossing her legs, giving you a peek at her lewd, barely covered crotch, and then standing up. "I can see that you're quite healthy," she spoke, "but we will require more tests. For starters, I shall test your semen, I require a sample," she spoke.

"I- should I go get one or-"

"No need," Nightingale said, "I will extract the sample personally, right now," she spoke, "take off your pants."

"I- is this even-"

"Did I stutter?" she asked. "Take off your pants, or I will take them off for you."

Alright, so no backtalking to the head nurse, you got it, and then you quickly got off the hospital bed and before you knew it, your pants and underwear were off, and you were sitting on the bed once more, a little shocked at your own speed.

She hummed approvingly, looking at your erection. "I see... length and girth are..." she muttered, noting it down... and then she got down on her knees, before you, thanks to the bed, it put her at eye level with your crotch, and she leaned down a little further, pen and notepad in hand, scribbling something down. "Your testicles appear healthy," she reached with her pen hand, and began massaging your balls.

You hissed, she was a little rough, but rather than hurting, it felt... extremely good. Despite the pressure that you expected to hurt terribly, she was applying just enough to make you feel it, but not enough to hurt, it was a strange sensation, and not an unwelcome one.

"Sensitivity is superb, no abnormalities, testicles appear to be functioning normally, body temperature, weight, all within normal parameters," she muttered, "size is a bit above average, most likely a byproduct of overstimulation," she said, "nothing beyond the norm."

You sighed, feeling the pressure, pleasure and oddly, relief of being given a clean bill of health. "T-That's-"

"Please do not hesitate to let your voice out during the examination, it will help me produce a more accurate diagnosis and head in the right direction," she cut you off. She then put her notepad and pen down on the floor, and while still playing with your balls with one hand, reached to hold your cock with the other, giving it a few practice strokes. "Body heat is intense," she muttered, "as expected and suspected," she leaned forward until her face was nuzzling  your shaft and balls, and then began sniffing. "Scent is intense and... pheromones are very strong," she muttered, and sniffed again, multiple times, the feel of her nose on your cock getting stronger the more she did it. "Very, very powerful scent..."

You couldn't help it, letting out a small moan, still a little intimidated from before.

"Now, for taste," Nightingale said, holding your cock upright, feleing the cool latex on her palm, sliding smoothly against your cock as she raised it, then while stretching your scrotum a little, she went down and flattened her tongue against your balls, dragging it up in a single, continuous lick from the lowest part of your scrotum to the tip of your cock, her tongue flicking your glans as she did, moaning lewdly as she began to swirl her saliva in her mouth, audibly tasting and savoring it, before swallowing down.

"Sh-shit," you let out alongside your breath, panting fiercely at the strangely and deeply intense sensation of that one single long lick, applied with strong pressure against your cock.

"Taste is... overwhelming," she muttered, closing her eyes and seemingly taking a moment to center herself. "By most metrics we care to judge by, your penis is an excellent one," she spoke. "Even among servants, you are quite gifted," she added. "However, we are not yet done with the examination."

You shivered.

"Now, I will require a sample of your semen," she spoke. "Please don't hold back, ejaculate as soon as you feel the urge to," she said, licking her lips, and then angling your cock back down, opening her mouth, and immediately downing about half of your length, you felt it reach the back of her mouth, and you felt her tongue and lips immediately begin to apply stimulation.

Her right hand closed around your shaft, fingers curling around it, making you feel more of the oddly erotic latex glove, and her left continued playing with your balls, and without any reservation or restraint, she immediately began to bob her head back and forth and jerk off the half of your cock she wasn't sucking, her pace quickly growing fast and furious, giving you neither pause nor rest.

She was moving so fast it was almost like a blur, and it was hard to even think, your voice was coming out freely, just as she'd told you to do, and your fingers bunched up the green sheet that covered the infirmary-like bed. 

She was quite noisy, but despite the speed and lewdness of her actions, she was extremely neat and tidy, as she sucked your cock, slurping up her own saliva and your flowing precum rapidly without losing a single drop, she was dressed so erotically and she was so serious and earnest, it was hard not to get massively turned on as she gave you a crazy good blowjob.

Her tongue was now ceaselessly flicking you, her lips were so soft and felt so incredible, her hand on your balls was giving you such an expert massage...

And then suddenly, she left you gasping and trembling for more, as she stopped, pulling her head back. "Your endurance is... impressive," she spoke, "most men ejaculate within the first minute," she added. "That you have lasted five is beyond the norm. As I said, do not hold back," she added.

You realized you were breathing heavily only when a trembling shiver went up your spine and froze your body for an instant. After all that, you had to be honest. "I just want to experience more of this blowjob," you said, chuckling. "I-"

"I see," she said, nodding. "However, I must once again remind you this is a medical examination," she spoke. "If you wish for me to simply suck your cock, please put in a request through the proper channels," she spoke. "We shall finish your examination first," she said. "I shall accelerate the tests. Next, prostate exam," she said.

"E-Eh?" you blinked.

The hand that was playing with your balls stopped, and then began to slowly crawl down, teasing past your perineum, and then teasing your butthole. Before you could say anything, she took your cock back into her mouth, and restarted her extremely lewd and erotic blowjob, forcing you to moan and groan and preventing your protest, distracting you long enough that she stuck two fingers past the tightly closed ring of muscle that blocked entrance to your asshole.

You immediately went stiff, but she knew what she was doing, sticking her fingers right into the most sensitive spot in all your body, pleasuring your anal passage at the same time as she gave you overwhelming cock treatment, and within moments, she was making you cum, and you were erupting into her mouth, sudden, unprepared and unexpected!

You were totally unable to control yourself, and your balls, having been massaged and stimulated, produced plenty of thick cum for Nightingale, who dutifully sucked it, continuing to massage your asshole and the internal walls within even as she sucked and stroked more and more cum out of your urethra, until finally, she could extract no more, and you collapsed onto the bed, panting, and only feeling oddly relieved when her fingers came out of your anus.

Nightingale was audibly, and as you opened your eyes and snuck a peek, visibly swirling a large mass of cum in her mouth, her cheeks puffing up, her face somewhat distracted, until finally, she swallowed the thick load in her mouth, and took a moment to push it down, her throat forcefully pushing down the massive load, so big and sticky and thick that it took multiple swallows.

And then she wiped at her lips with her fingers, and nodded. "Sperm count and motility is excellent. I dare say you'd have trouble not getting a female partner pregnant unless using contraception," she spoke. "And as to be expected, the taste of your ejaculate is magnificent," she added, nodding to herself. "I believe you are an adequate partner to Master Ritsuka."

You chuckled a bit. "Well, glad to hear that," you said.

"Refractory period is close to nonexistant, unusual, but not unheard of for individuals such as yourself," she said, grabbing her pen and notepad, and furiously scribbling down notes, looking at your cock every once in a while as if to confirm something. "Very well, with that, we've completed your examination for today. We will have lab results for the blood sample and semen sample that were provided tomorrow."

"Wait, you- you never took my blood, and you... swallowed?" you tried.

"The samples were taken from you during your sleep by your assistant Koyanskaya to speed up the process," the head nurse explained.

"Oh... that's... convenient, well, thank you for your hard work," you said. "I may need a moment to... yeah," you said, gesturing at your still hard cock.

"Thank you for your cooperation. And as you were my last patient for the day, I've finished today's work as head nurse," she spoke, nodding to herself. She stood up, got on top of the bed, and straddled your groin. Your dick was already hard as a rock, of course. 

She moved her lewd thongs to the side, and everything that happened next proved that despite her cold and hard exterior, nobody could beat the head nurse's bedside manner.