Chapter 94 Our Lady.

Our Lady of Perpetual Motion was the best hospital in New Larrin, in that more patients walked out the doors alive than were wheeled out to the cemetery. Something Ava surely considered when it came to the people who saved her life.

Her heart still beat quicker at the memory of Vargaras attacking her in the carriage. That the countess had been a vampire shocked Ava more than she wanted to admit. She had no idea. But then, since Vargaras had been beside Riza, it wasn’t much of a surprise. The same precautions the lawyer had taken would have covered the countess. Ava blushed hotly. Stupid! She should have noticed. And she called herself a reporter...

She drew more than a few eyes as she made her way through the hospital. Which seemed odd to her, as she was travelling incognito. Her tight, white nursing dress clung to her curves, the skirt scandalously high and tight around her chest, the little white cap perched on her golden head always on the verge of blowing off but never quite managing it.

She found the room easily enough. The doctor she’d asked had seemed very agreeable and very distracted by her chest when she talked to him. Gently, Ava opened the door and peered inside.

Slade lay propped up against the headboard of the bed, blankets around his waist, revealing his furry chest. He was still in wolf form, his canine ears twitching and muzzle turning towards her at the creak of the door. His yellow eyes were foggy, bandages wrapping around his chest and neck where the vampire’s fangs had done their grizzly work, one hand wrapped in a splint. The werewolf blinked, his eyes coming into focus as Ava slipped into the room, shutting the door behind her.

"Hello nurse," the werewolf growled, grinning his muzzle.

"Hey Slade. How you feeling?" Ava said, crossing the room to the side of his bed.

Slade’s eyes wandered up and down Ava’s figure with interest. "Hmm. Getting better now. Don’t worry. I’ve had worse."

"Is that why you’re in wolf form?" the elf asked, sitting down on the side of his bed.

"Yeah. Heal fast like that," Slade said, raising his splinted hand and experimentally flexing his claws, which, Ava couldn’t help but notice, pumped the impressive muscles of his arm. "Told the doctor’s that, but they wanted to keep me under observation, just in case. One kept trying to measure my head with calipers."

"They do that," Ava giggled. Then, more seriously, "Slade? I really want to thank you. You saved my life. Twice!"

"Yeah," the werewolf chuckled. "Well, you did sorta hire me for it."

"I know. But I was just wondering..." Ava murmured, placing her hand on the werewolf’s chest, feeling his taut muscles beneath the fur, "if there was anything I could do to... you know... help you heal faster..."

Slade’s eyes burned with desire. His chest rising, falling with heavy breathing. Ava licked her lips, watching the heavy muscles of his form move. Feeling her core ache in desire for the impressive beastman.

"Wellllllll, now that you mention it..." Slade growled, his good paw wrapping around Ava, suddenly tugging her against his form. The elf gasped, falling against his chest, her soft breasts cushioning the impact as she found herself stretched against the werewolf, looking up into his savage muzzle. "Werewolves do heal faster when they’re not quite so... pent up."

"Ooooh," Ava murmured, wriggling against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest. "Are you feeling a bit hot and heavy?"

"Ever since you walked in here," Slade said. "Can’t exactly get much relief with my bum hand, can I?"

"Mmm. Guess not," Ava giggled, her eyes hot and body warming with desire. "Well, I may not be a trained nurse, but I think I can take care of that..."

"Would be obliged," Slade said, leaned down and kissed her.

Ava moaned as the werewolf’s muzzle pushed against her lips. His tongue invaded her mouth, forcing into her, down her throat with almost savage lust. Ava moaned, trembling as she eagerly submitted to the werewolf’s deep kiss, her lashes fluttering, her breasts pressing against his front. Her hands stroking his muscular frame. Gods of the wilds, she could feel the animal vitality of him. The strength of those muscles beneath his frame. Barely human.

His cock certainly wasn’t. Ava gasped as she felt his thick, canine dick press through the blankets and against her leg. Her pussy ached with the memory of that thick, bestial manhood claiming her before. She moaned softly, eagerly pulling down the blanket, Slade’s red cock standing to attention, the wedged tip twitching with anticipation.

Ava leaned back, letting the werewolf’s tongue slide out of her mouth and throat. She panted, looking up at the canine muzzle of the werewolf. "Mmm," she cooed, pushing back, rubbing her ass against his canine cock. "Looks like you need some tender care from nurse Ava! Well, don’t you worry. I never leave a patient in need," she said, giving him a wink.

"Oh no?" Slade growled, grinning.

"Nope!" Ava said, turning about. Crouched atop the werewolf, she leaned down, his turgid red cock filling her view. She smiled, running her tongue along his shaft, following the curve of the root to the red tip, the taste salty and hot, his musk stuffing her nose as she ran her tongue up him.

"Oh f-fuuuuck," Slade moaned.

"Mmm. This looks a bit inflamed. We’d better get the swelling down," Ava said, opened her mouth, and took the tip between her lips.

"Fuuuuuck!" Slade groaned as Ava took him deep into her throat, beginning to bob, her whole body rocking. "Fucking... ah... slut!"

"Mhmm!" Ava hummed.

It was said, in certain quarters lit by crimson lanterns, that a well-trained elf could swallow a polearm handle first so that only the blade stuck out from her mouth. Ava didn’t have to take nearly so much to prove to Slade that she was an expert at sucking cock. She pressed her lips to his abdomen and her tongue tickled against his furry bollocks. His swelling knot opened her mouth wide and her silky throat caressed his full length.