Chapter 156: Doctor Ana Saved Me? (Slight R18)
"What’s going on in here?" Dr. Ana stormed into the waiting room sharp and fast, her cyan ponytail whipping behind her like a flag.
She glared cold and hard at the four alphas standing tense around me, her desert-oasis scent—warm vanilla sands and sun-baked dunes—cutting strong and dominant through all their clashing alpha smells.
"Why are you disturbing my patient in my waiting room? This is no place for your drama."
Alexei snarled deep from his throat, stepping forward with his chest puffed possessive. "She’s my sister—this is family business, stay out!"
"Stepsister, you fucking idiot—get it straight for once!" I corrected him hot and loud, my voice cracking raw as fresh tears spilled down my face, my short bob hair sticking damp and messy to my flushed cheeks. "Besides, I will soon leave that wretched family’s register."
Dr. Ana’s sharp eyes softened just a bit when she looked at me. She scanned my whole trembling body quick, seeing how my legs wobbled weak underneath. "Emily, are they troubling you bad? Tell me true."
My emerald eyes teared up even hotter—I nodded quick and shaky, my lower lip wobbling hard as all the hurt choked my words silent.
Her face turned to steel cold and unyielding. "You all should know better—this is my hospital. My father runs as dean. My grandfather built this place from nothing, every single branch too." She spun around fast to the big guards waiting by the door. "Ban these four right now—no entering this hospital or any of our branches. Remove them immediately."
The guards jumped into action fast—strong hands clamping down firm on their shoulders. Ryan snarled mad, Alexei roared loud in protest, Kien cursed under his breath low, Felix sneered like he didn’t care—but Dr. Ana paid zero attention.
She strode straight to me swift and sure. Scooping me up bridal-style strong into her arms—her desert-oasis scent hit full, warm vanilla sands and sun-baked dunes flooding my nose sweet and calming—my omega core purred deep instinctive.
I tightened my arms tight around her neck, face burying soft into her cyan hair silky as she carried me secure down the hall to her personal office chamber, door sealing with a firm click.
She set me down gentle on the plush leather chair, kneeling right at eye-level full of concern. "Were they troubling you heavy out there, Emily? Talk straight—no sugar-coating."
"Yes... all four circling me close, fighting and grabbing like I’m some property to own," I whispered shaky small, wiping my wet cheeks rough with my sleeve.
"Told you clear—your scent’s potent and rare now, pulls dominant alphas like magnets hard," she said all clinical, tapping quick notes on her tablet screen.
"Just the scent? They hated me so much before this..." I pressed soft, hurt twisting sharp in my gut.
"Yes—and you’re classified full dominant omega now. Someone leaked those private office records; we fired her ass quick already." Her scent warmed underneath, steadying me.
"Is that the big reason they’re swarming me now?"’
"They want you pure for their own interests—a perfect omega breeder prize. You’d give birth to healthy, superior babies, boosting their powerful bloodlines strong."
"I’m not some baby-making machine—never!" I snapped fierce, my cheeks flaming hot red.
"No, you’re worth far more than that. So, quick update—how are your breasts holding up today? Flow steady?"
I blushed deep scarlet all over. "Don’t you have any tact at all, Doctor?!"
"Are they leaking regular and heavy?" she pressed direct, not fazed one bit.
"Yes... but I let them get sucked out regular—it relieves perfect every time," I admitted super shy, my double-shirts hiding the faint damp spots starting.
Her eyes darkened hungry just a fraction—pupils blowing wide slow. "Is that so? How exactly—like how I showed you before?"
"Y-Yes..." My voice turned breathy soft now, omega hum purring low unbidden in my chest.
She stood up decisive and close, fingers moving deft and sure—unbuttoning my outer black t-shirt pop-pop-pop slow reveal, then the inner white one snap-snap-snap—baring my black bra that clung sheer and wet translucent already.
"Doctor—wait!"
"Shush now—let me examine proper and full," she murmured husky but still clinical, unhooking the front-clasp quick click—my heavy breasts spilling free all at once, glistening soft under the office lights, milk pearling insistent on dark pebbled nipples begging touch.
"Doctor...?" I gasped soft and nervous, arms twitching half-covering instinctive as cool air kissed my skin electric and tingly.
Stethoscope came first—cold metal disk circling my left areola slow brrr clinical press firm, listening close to the thump-thump-thump of my racing rabbit heart—then over to the right swirl-swirl thorough and careful.
"Vitals steady strong... flow looks highly productive."
She discarded it with a clink on the tray, her warm palms cupping my undersides full and supportive—squeezing deliberate and deep squish-jet-jet as warm milk streams arced clear and pretty across my bare ribs, pooling drip-drip in my navel and down my panty line, nipples throbbing harder leaking wild under her rhythmic clinical kneads like milking ripe full fruit slow.
"Doctor! Don’t squeeze it like that—ahh!" I squeaked out a little moan, my back arching faint off the chair.
"You’re still leaking heavy nonstop—therapy primed you endless and fertile," she confirmed all matter-of-fact, her thumb and finger pinching my left peak gentle tweak-roll-roll coaxing more pearly beads to roll slow down the curve.
"You squeezed so hard—of course it leaks now!" I huffed all flushed pink, slick warming slow between my plush thighs traitor-way.
"Have to suck proper to taste quality full—check if suppressants hold strong," she said firm and sure.
Faint noises filtered from outside the door—nurses chatting low murmur-murmur in the hall. Her scent spiked heady and possessive, wrapping warm vanilla sands around me tight.
"Nurses are right outside the door... they’ll hear every moan clearly!" I whispered frantic, eyes wide.
She lifted me up effortless and strong like I was light as air—perching my ass firm on her wide oak exam table edge, legs dangling helpless after exhaustion and swingy free.
Balling up my bra quick into a soft cotton-stuff gag, she nudged it past my lips gentle but firm.
"Endure it quiet now—or they will hear every single sound. Just a quick test, promise—no more."
Reclining me slow back into full sleeping position—head cradled comfy on the pillow-soft headrest.
I bit down muffled mmph-mmph hard as her skilled hands pinched both my peaks together tandem tweak-twist-twist sharp—milk pooling warm and slick over my ribs slow, filling the sternum valley deep, dipping shiny into my navel obscene under the golden office lights glow pretty.
Leaning in close predatory-clinical—her full lips latched velvet-soft over my left nipple schluck-suck hot-tight perfect seal, tongue broad and flat swirling slow coax squirt-gulp-gulp rhythmic swallows audible soft mm-gulp-mmm, cheeks hollowing deep for that vacuum-pull drawing throbbing throbs straight to my core clench tight electric.
She kneaded the base firm in big slow circles squish-jet-jet overflow dribbling down her chin slow which she slurp-lap-lap thorough clean every drop.
Her teeth grazed faintly and safe scrape-safe along the pebbled edge making it harder still tingling, her free hand rolling my right peak pinch-pluck-pluck coaxing twin leak steady drip-mmm-mmm pretty.
Switched seamless wet pop-wet to the right nipple now—suction fiercer and deeper suck-suck-suck-suck totally relentless wild, her hum vibration thrumming electric through my bones as lush milk flowed eager down her throat.
Dr. Ana palmed the left supportive now with a squeeze milk-squirt-squirt pooling even more on my belly shiny slick, thumb circling the areola outer edge urging every last residual bead slurp-swirl-swirl lapped clean lazy and thorough slow.
Muffled moans leaked past the bra-gag anyway—nngh-mmph-ahh-nnngh-mmm—my arms fisting tight into her loose cyan waves tugging needy hard desperate, hips bucking faint and helpless slick-soaking my green panties full as she went full obscene double.
Her lips stretched widely, claiming both peaks stretched-pull schluck-dual-suck, tongue darting quick alternate flicks lap-slurp-lap-slurp, kneading both tandem rhythmic press-twist-squirt-squirt-squirt till my breasts heaved lighter and spent glowing.
They glistened kissed-red pretty under lights, flow slowing to pretty beads she suckled final long mmm-hmm-mmm approval hum vibrating bones-deep soothing calm.
She pulled off reluctant slow schlick-glossy with strands breaking milk-sweet shiny—lips all milk-shiny and swollen full plump, chin-streaked pearly pretty streaks—spitting the bra-ball out gentle from my mouth, her thumb swiping my lower lip tender soft caring.
"Perfect creamy flow quality—alpha saliva suppress works solid 6-8 hours easy, no doubt. Good girl for enduring so quietly and perfectly." Panting still dazed heavy with nipples throbbing that good sweet ache slick-drenched full between thighs, I whimpered with a soft nod.
