Permit Haggen to continue with the exam

The healing arts were never your forte in the order and this grizzled man is a full doctor. You must trust Haggen's diagnosis. Even if the treatment is embarrassing. You are a grown woman and have endured more than a little humiliation.

"Very well, doctor," you say. You close your eyes and look away from him, unable to watch. "You'd better get on with it."

"With pleasure, sister."

Haggen crouches behind you, so close that you can feel his breath on the backs of your thighs. His hands caress your tender bottom and lower back. He wraps his arms around you there, almost as if he is hugging you, and he pulls you against him. You let out a surprised gasp as Haggen's lips make contact with your sex. His nose presses between your cheeks and he inhales your most intimate scent loudly through his nose. Your face burns with humiliation. That flush is nothing compared to the red that spreads from your cheeks down your chest as the ship's doctor begins to lick you.

His tongue is like a hot finger, exploring your folds, tracing the furry patch of your virgin peach and sucking in your scent loudly through his nose. He pulls you against his face as if he is trying to smother himself. You wonder if this is part of his procedure. It feels as if he is kissing you and licking your quim. Moving a bit lower and extending his tongue to that precious bud where lies the center of your pleasures. He flicks his tongue around it and then finds it and begins to furiously lick you there.

"Oh, doctor!" you gasp. "That feels... oh, goddess! It is wonderful!"

Whatever academy of medicine Haggen attended taught him a fair bit about sucking poison. His technique is excruciatingly wonderful and he alternate between a violent licking, moaning against your quim, and a loud and thirsty sucking of your lower lips that seems intended to draw out as much of your inner juices as possible. You try to tell yourself this is only a medical procedure, that you should not be feeling such pleasure, but your rational mind cannot compensate for the hot, wet realm of sensation.

You cum against his tongue and sucking mouth, flooding the grizzled doctor with your juices as he lashes your clit and the slick groove of your sex. His tongue is merciless and expert. Your knees go weak in the rippling throes of your pleasure and you fall forward onto the crate, your bottom raised shamefully in the air.

"Oh, yes," cries the doctor. "I must... must be sure... that you are not poisoned there either!"

"What? Where?" You try to look back, to press yourself up to see what he is doing. The doctor falls upon you once again, but this time his tongue is aimed into the warm crescent of your crack. Your eyes roll back as you feel his hot, wet tongue laving your anus and spilling his spittle into your crack. He kisses your inner curve and drills his tongue against your clenched hole. "Not there! Oh, doctor! Must you?"

"I must!" he laughs and skewers your ass with the lusty rams of his tongue. It wriggles into your hole as he begins to rub his fingers against your throbbing bud. The pleasure hits once more, even harder than your first climax, triggering spasms of pleasure that squeeze at his tongue in your tight hole and send more of your hot juices spilling down your inner thighs. You are completely at Haggen's mercy as his tongue opens your tight hole wider and his fingers drive you mad with pleasure.

You've cum twice more by the time his tongue finally leaves your well-rimmed hole and your furrow is a swamp of your juices. He wipes his sleeve across his mouth and looks down at you with his wild eyes.

"Now I must administer an injection, sister. It is the only way to be absolutely certain."

He begins to unbuckle his belt and exposes the glistening swollen helmet of his thick cock. It points obscenely at your exposed quim and upturned ass.

"Doctor, where are you going to put that?" you gasp.

"Where would you like it, sister?"

Surely the full treatment requires the doctor's injection. But where should you receive this potent medicine?