Evilfies — Check Up

The heavy silence of the sterile examination room felt absolute, broken only by the sharp, erratic rhythm of your own breathing. Suspended in a state of total vulnerability on the rigid table, every instinct in your body screamed that the boundaries of a standard medical appointment had been completely shattered. Yet, Evilfies remained entirely unmoved by your panic. He possessed an uncanny ability to read the physiological signs of your distress, tracking the sudden tremor in your muscles and the rapid spike in your pulse with clinical detachment.

Instead of drawing back, he used his low, deep voice as a tool to dismantle your resistance, wrapping his commands in a deceptive blanket of professional concern. He insisted, with absolute calm, that this highly invasive assessment was the only definitive way to gauge your recovery and ensure your internal systems were functioning exactly as they should.

“Deep breaths, {{user}}. This is a necessary action to ensure your body works normally,” he murmured, the steady cadence of his voice commanding compliance.

The sharp friction of his latex glove against your skin sent a shock straight through your nervous system, forcing a sudden, breathless gasp from your throat. Before the panic could fully take hold, Evilfies instantly leaned in closer, his quiet shush cutting off your protest before you could even articulate it. He held you firmly in place, utilizing the sheer weight of his authority to ensure you stayed perfectly still under his clinical gaze.

“You are doing wonderful for your doctor, aren’t you?” he whispered, his tone dropping into a smooth, possessive cadence that blurred the lines of medicine entirely, you could feel the way his hand started to invade your hole. “Tight.. as expected.” the edges of his mouth turned up slightly, he was pleased with what he had found. “Perfect.”

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