"I did not authorize you to barge in! This is a breach of my patient's privacy!" Dr. Ryebald fumed, his face flushing red as he clutched the tablet.
The woman, she called herself Elaine, turned her gaze to me, and a sly smile curved her full lips. Warmth exploded in my chest, sudden and all-consuming, like molten honey pouring through my veins. Her golden curls cascaded over her shoulders, framing green eyes, bright and focused, that held my own with a magnetic grip. And then she snapped her fingers and the world was just the world again.
Elaine pivoted toward the doctor, her hips swaying with effortless grace. At some point, he'd retreated into the corner, tablet pressed against his chest like a flimsy shield. For the first time, a crack appeared in her flawless composure, her eyes narrowing with a mix of amusement and reluctant authority.
"You will not hide things from me in my own hospital, doctor," she said, her voice like silk.
"You have no respect for normal people," Ryebald spat, his voice trembling. "I will not allow you to take advantage of the afflicted for your own personal—"
"Can I say something?" I interjected. Loudly. Louder than I ever remembered speaking, if only because I had never felt so profoundly out of place. The sheer absurdity of the situation had me feeling like I was floating outside my own body.
Elaine turned back to me, her expression softening instantly. "Yes. Please. Go on, Teddy."
Oh no, I thought. I'd heard my name thousands of times. None of them had sounded like that. It rolled off her tongue like a caress.
What was I going to ask?
"What was I going to ask?" I asked.
Damn it.
Elaine's smile deepened, perfect teeth flashing briefly. "What has the good doctor explained already?"
"Just that there's something wrong with me," I managed. "Something science can't explain. And that usually means magic. And when it comes to magic…"
Elaine nodded, as if she'd expected every word. "Yes. Not discussed in polite company. And when it is, it's wrapped in trade secrets." Her gaze lingered on me. "Especially where Sugar and Spice are concerned."
A tingle sparked at the base of my spine and slid lower into my inner thighs before I could stop it.
"My blood sugar levels…." I trailed off, trying to focus.
Elaine tilted her head slightly, encouraging.
"Go on."
"They're… wrong," I said. "That's all he really told me. Not diabetic wrong. Not pre-diabetic wrong. Just... wrong."
"That is not an appropriate summary," Dr. Ryebald interrupted weakly.
Elaine didn't even glance at him. "It's sufficient."
She stepped closer to the doctor, her heels clicking softly on the tile. I caught her scent—a warm, sweet honey on the verge of caramelizing. Dr. Ryebald crossed his arms tighter around the tablet as she approached.
"May I?" she asked, gesturing to the device with a manicured hand.
"No," Ryebald snapped. "Absolutely not."
"We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the fun, educational way."
"I—"
"Too late. I've already decided on the fun, educational way."
She stepped back, shrugging off her coat in one fluid motion. It pooled at her feet like discarded shadows, revealing... my jaw about dropped with the coat. Despite being crisscrossed with leather belts and straps, she was more or less half-naked. Her body was a masterpiece. It either had to be from dedication in the gym, or maybe some magical enhancement that sculpted perfection. Her ass was firm and round, the kind you could bounce a quarter off, and her breasts, at least C-cups, strained against the minimal coverage, nipples hardening visibly under thin straps.
Dr. Ryebald squeezed his eyes shut, averting his gaze like a man facing the sun.
"The good doctor is afraid to look at me," Elaine purred. "Teddy... baby... are you afraid to look at me?"
I glanced at the doctor, still cowering in the corner, then back to her. My cock was rock-hard now, throbbing painfully against my pants. I shifted behind the hospital bed, hiding the obvious tent.
"I'm not sure if I should be afraid of you or not... but I'm definitely feeling something other than fear..."
"For this next trick, Teddy... I'm going to need your help."
"I don't need to stand around for this!" Dr. Ryebald yelled, bolting for the door with his eyes still clamped shut.
Elaine spun as he passed, giving me a tantalizing view of her ass framed by the leather. Before Dr. Ryebald could escape, the door burst open. A massive fist connected with his face, sending him sprawling backward across the floor and back past Elaine.
As soon as Dr. Ryebald opened the door a giant fist slammed into his face and sent him sprawling backwards and again past Elaine. When he stopped sliding I turned to see the source of this absolute masterpiece of a knockout.
The owner of that fist was a giant of a man, dressed in lab attire that strained against his bulk. Bald head gleaming under the lights, deadpan expression unchanging, he closed the door behind him and crossed his arms. "Then lay down," he rumbled.
Elaine glanced over shoulder at me, her pose accentuating every curve. "Do not fear, Teddy... Sugar and Spice are amazing gifts, and this—" she spread her arms, leather creaking as she struck a pose that made her breasts jiggle enticingly "—is for only when you want it. In the case of this doctor, however..."
"He is not a doctor," the giant said. He had closed the door behind him and was guarding it with his arms crossed. "He is a thief and a spy."
"Dr. Ryebald?" I asked, surprising myself. It seemed absurd, even in this whirlwind of madness. "He's not a doctor?"
"He was a doctor," Elaine corrected, sauntering over to the dazed imposter. She straddled him effortlessly, her thighs pinning him down as she leaned in to whisper something in his ear. His resistance melted; he raised a hand, racing it along her exposed thigh with a dazed reverence.
"He discovered me, in fact."
"Discovered you?" I echoed, my eyes glued to the scene.
"Yes, a little like he's discovering you right now. Except I know where that leads."
"Oh," I said. "And where does it... lead?"
"Dr. Ryebald, please fetch me the tablet."
I stared in disbelief at the man Elaine was straddling until the giant lumbered over, plucking the tablet from the floor with thick fingers and handing it to Elaine.
"But that's..."
"The big man is the real Dr. Ryebald," Elaine explained, tapping the imposter's cheek. He smiled dreamily as she began caressing the growing bulge in his pants. "This man here tried to impersonate him to steal you from me." She looked at me, eyes smoldering. "Fortunately, he was too used to the old ways. When mana arrived in the world, people like him held the power over people like me." Her hand dipped lower, stroking him through the fabric. "Over people like you. He didn't know that his plans were set to nought as soon as he dared step foot on our grounds."
"He acted like he didn't know you."
"He thought he was fooling me."
"Right."
"He did have a few tricks up his sleeve. This isn't his real face, for one."
"What?"
"More on that later. Here."
She handed me the tablet which seemed now to be filled with information that I at least had a chance of making sense of.
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Subject: R-01917
Name: Theodore MacBride
Age: 19
Condition: Sugar Well
Sugar Level: 4,900^
Sugar Babies: None
Known Abilities: None
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"This is why you're so valuable to people like this man."
"This doesn't tell me much more than what he already told me. I've got high blood sugar."
Elaine shook her head, her curls bouncing. "No, it reads like high blood sugar, but what you've really got is an incredibly, almost impossibly high Sugar level. Mana is produced in living organisms, including you and me. For some people, they don't have the right stuff to produce a large amount of it, but others are lucky enough to have as much as they need to perform magical abilities."
"Okay, but what's this about Sugar Babies? Are you... a Sugar Baby?"
Elaine laughed abruptly and covered her mouth in surprise at herself. "No, no. Sugar is not the only mana type out there, of course. There is Spice. There are a few others. My Mana source is Spice."
"I see..." Barely, I thought.
"No," Elaine said as she closed her eyes. "You really don't. But you will. First, we need to take care of Dr. ... no, Mr. Cook over here."
Mr. Cook was fully awake now, but utterly enthralled, not resisting as Elaine loosed her straps, exposing more of her flawless skin. Her left breast was freed, nipple pert.
"You've been a bad boy, Mr. Cook."
He had already let himself look at her, and could not take his eyes away.
"It was going to be... for you..." Mr. Cook struggled to say.
Elaine shushed him with a finger to his lips. "Of course, baby, but no matter how much Sugar you come up with now, it's not going to change anything. Do you understand? Especially not if you steal it from me in the first place."
His look hardened a little, but he said nothing.
"But I won't leave you with nothing. Would you like a little something from me, baby?"
"Y-yes, anything, please..."
She loosened more belts, baring her body further. She stripped him efficiently, tying his legs and arms with expert knots. His erection sprang free, a solid and respectable 6 inches, veined and throbbing.
"You want this, yes?"
"Yes."
She straddled him reverse, her ass facing his head, and began stroking his cock with slow, teasing motions. Soft moans escaped her lips as she worked him, her body undulating hypnotically.
This is so unfair, I thought. But not for long. I wanted her hand on my cock more than anything in the world, but I knew the long game favored me. Favored me in a lot of different ways.
She quickened her pace, grinding her ass against him, rubbing her slick pussy along his shaft.
"Are you ready, baby?"
"Yes."
Whispering incantations, she stroked faster, her moans building.
"Okay, baby? Okay?"
"Yes!"
Cum erupted from Mr. Cook's cock, splattering her breasts and stomach. She scooped some up, licking it with a satisfied hum.
"Thank you, baby."
He closed his eyes in blissful surrender.
In no time, Elaine put her coat back on, and motioned for me to join her.
"It's time to go."
"What are you going to do with Dr. ... uh, Mr. Cook?"
She smiled wickedly. "We are going to leave him for the janitorial service. And then he will never come back here again."
"What, how do you know?"
"Because," she purred. "That was the price for his orgasm. If he comes here again, his dick is going to fall off."