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Carlisle Cullen's POV
The office was silent, as always. The soft sunset light streamed in through the tall windows, illuminating the space with a golden glow.
I had seen countless patients over the centuries, but nothing could have prepared me for what was about to happen. The door opened softly, and Y/N entered, his light footsteps barely audible. He was visibly nervous, his slender fingers twisting the hem of his shirt.
The door opened softly, and Y/N entered, his light footsteps barely audible. He was visibly nervous, his slender fingers twisting the hem of his shirt.
"Dr. Cullen..." His voice was soft, almost a whisper, but there was a sweetness in it that made my heart—which hadn't been beating for centuries—seem to tighten. I smiled, trying to convey calm.
"Please, Y/N, sit down. There's no need to be nervous. I'm here to help." He nodded, sitting on the edge of the gurney, his brown eyes avoiding mine for a moment before finally meeting mine. There was something so vulnerable about him, so pure...
"You're here for a routine checkup, correct?" I asked, my voice huskier than I'd like.
He nodded, his lips parting slightly before he answered. "Yes... My mother insisted. She said it's important, even though I feel fine."
I nodded. "She's right. Prevention is always the best choice." I hesitated for a second before continuing, knowing the next step might make him uncomfortable. "Y/n, I need you to lie down for the exam. And... you'll need to remove your clothes from the waist down. I understand if this is awkward, but I assure you, it's just a medical procedure."
He stood still for a moment, his fingers clenching the fabric of the gurney. Then, with a barely audible sigh, he began to move. "Okay…" he murmured, avoiding my gaze as he slid back, lying down completely.
The sound of the fabric sliding was barely audible, but my vampire ear caught every detail. When he finally murmured a timid "ready," I turned again—and then, my world stopped. Between his soft, shapely thighs lay a sight that took my breath away. His vulva was perfect—like a blossoming flower, pink, immaculate, inviting. The scent emanating from it was intoxicating, sweet as honey, but with a unique undertone that could only belong to him.
My sharp teeth pressed against my lower lip involuntarily. I was fighting every primal instinct within me. I was a doctor. A professional. But in that moment, I was just a man—a vampire—faced with something that drew me in a way I couldn't control.
My hands, normally so steady, trembled slightly as I approached. "I'm going to examine you now," I said, my voice deeper than usual. I touched him with extreme gentleness, my fingers exploring every fold with clinical care—at least that's what I tried to convey. But his skin was so soft, so warm... I could feel the blood coursing beneath its surface, pulsing with life. And the smell... God, the smell.
I swallowed hard, fighting the rising desire. "Everything looks perfect... No signs of abnormality," I murmured, more to myself than to him. But then, without thinking, the words came out before I could stop them. "Y/N... Can I suck you?" The silence that followed was almost unbearable. My heart—which wasn't beating—felt like it was about to explode. What was I doing? This was inappropriate. It was wrong. But I couldn't help myself.
Then, slowly, he nodded—a small nod of consent. Any shred of rationality disappeared. I leaned in, my blond hair falling over my face as I approached that perfection. When my tongue finally touched his sweetness, a tremor ran through my entire body.
He was divine. His taste was like nothing I'd ever experienced—sweet, spicy, pure. I drank him in like a man dying of thirst, my hands gripping his thighs with a mixture of possessiveness and reverence. Y/n arched his back, a moan escaping his lips, and I knew there was no turning back. I was lost in him.
Carlisle felt his tongue slide gently between Y/N's swollen, pink lips, exploring every fold with a mixture of devotion and pent-up hunger.
The taste was heavenly—sweet, salty, pure, and he couldn't help himself. His firm hands gripped Y/N's soft thighs, his fingers digging lightly into the flesh as his mouth worked with precision and voracity.
The taste was heavenly—sweet, salty, pure, and he couldn't help himself. His firm hands gripped Y/N's soft thighs, his fingers digging lightly into her flesh as his mouth worked with precision and voracity.
"D-Dr. Cullen...!" Y/N arched her back, her fingers burying themselves in Carlisle's blond hair, tugging with a mixture of hesitation and need. Her voice was a shaky, almost desperate moan. "Is this... is this right...? You shouldn't—ah! ♥ I love you, sir!"
Carlisle didn't answer, too busy drinking every drop of her nectar. He rubbed his tongue in slow circles around her small, sensitive clit, feeling it throb beneath his touch. When Y/N shuddered, he increased the pressure, sucking gently on her swollen lips before plunging back inside, faster now, with a hunger that bordered on animalistic.
"N-No... like that... so fast...!" Y/N stammered, her legs trembling. Her breasts, generous and heavy, rose and fell with her labored breath, her pink nipples hardening visibly beneath the fabric of her shirt.
"I'm... I'm... aahhn!" Carlisle felt his body contract, his inner muscles clamping down on his tongue as his orgasm hit him. He didn't stop, prolonging the wave of pleasure with firm, insistent movements, drinking in every tremor, every muffled sob that escaped Y/N's lips.
When he finally pulled back, his face was bathed in Y/N's wetness, his lips still glistening. He looked up, meeting Y/N's teary eyes—wide, brown, filled with a mixture of shame and ecstasy. "You... you really did it..." Y/N murmured, her voice hoarse and broken. "I... I never thought anyone... a man... would want me like this..."
Carlisle felt something inside him break. He stood up, wiping his chin with the back of his hand before gently cupping Y/N's face. "You're perfect," he replied, his voice deep and husky. "In every possible way." Y/N swallowed, her eyes blinking rapidly, as if fighting back tears. "But... but you... are married!"
Carlisle smiled, his sharp canine teeth pressing lightly against her lower lip. "Does it matter?" He leaned in again, this time capturing Y/N's lips in a slow, deep kiss, letting her taste herself in his mouth. "Because to me... you are simply perfection."
Y/N made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a sob, her arms wrapping around Carlisle with unexpected strength. "Then... then taste me again..." he whispered, his fingers tightening in the fabric of Carlisle's shirt. "Show me that you... that you really want me..."
And Carlisle, without hesitation, obeyed.
Carlisle, with an intense, domineering gaze, slides his hands under Y/N's blouse, feeling her soft, warm skin against his cool fingers. He pulls the fabric up, revealing Y/N's generous breasts, which sway slightly with the movement.
Her pink nipples are already hard, sensitive to the vampire's touch. Carlisle gently pinches them, running his tongue over them.
"Take off the rest," Carlisle orders, his voice a soft but non-negotiable command. "I want to see everything. Every inch of you."
Y/N, her cheeks flushed, obeys, removing her blouse and then sliding her pants and lingerie down, revealing her completely naked body. Her pink pussy is already damp, throbbing with excitement.
Carlisle doesn't resist. In one fluid motion, he wraps his arms around Y/N, lifting her with supernatural ease. His lips meet hers in a voracious kiss as he presses her against the office table, aligning his hard member with her tight entrance.
"C-Carlisle...!" Y/N cries, clinging to him tightly, her fingers digging into his back. "I... I'm a virgin...!"
Carlisle smiles, an almost predatory glint shining in his golden eyes. "And I'm going to take that virginity in a way you'll never forget, my love."
He thrusts into Y/N in one firm motion, feeling her tight, hot walls clamp around him. A small moan of pain escapes Y/N's lips, followed by a shaky sigh as Carlisle stops, allowing him to adjust.
"I-It hurts... but... it feels good..." Y/N murmurs, burying her face in Carlisle's neck.
Carlisle begins to move, slowly at first, then harder, each thrust making Y/N shudder. Blood trickles, mixing with the pleasure fluids, but Carlisle doesn't stop, focused solely on the intoxicating sensation of being inside him.
"You're so tight... so perfect..." he growled, his sharp teeth pressing against her bottom lip as his cadence grew more savage. Y/N screams, her nails raking Carlisle's immortal skin, her body arching as orgasm hits. Carlisle follows close behind, burying himself to the hilt and spilling himself inside her with a husky growl. As soon as the haze of pleasure dissipates, Carlisle lowers himself, kneeling between Y/N's trembling legs. Carefully, he cleans the blood and fluids with his tongue, each lick meticulous, until no trace remains.
"C-Carlisle... I... I love you..." Y/N whispers, pulling him into a tight hug.
Carlisle smiles, stroking his blond hair before sealing his lips with a sweet kiss. "I love you too, my perfection. I scheduled your next appointment for next month... but something tells me it won't just be a checkup."
Y/N laughs, still blushing, but with a happy glint in his brown eyes. "Promise?"
Carlisle just smiles, his golden eyes burning with unspoken promises.
2 months later.
Scene: Follow-up appointment, Y/N lying naked on the table, legs spread, while Carlisle examines her vulva with slow, meticulous fingers, blending clinical and sensual tones.
Carlisle—his voice soft, almost a murmur, as he slides two fingers inside, observing every reaction: "Your reproductive health is... enviable, darling. Your uterus is perfectly positioned, smooth, ready to receive life. And those lips... so pink, so receptive.
Y/N blushing intensely, hands gripping the edges of the table: "D-Dr. Cullen... you say that just to make me nervous, don't you?"
Carlisle leaning forward, blowing cool air on her swollen clit: "I say it because it's the truth. You are a masterpiece, Y/N. Every inch of you was made to be worshipped."
Carlisle leans in and kisses him deeply, one hand still between his legs, fingers gently massaging his G-spot.
Carlisle breaks the kiss, lips still brushing his: "Have you ever thought about what it would be like to carry my child inside you?"
He presses lightly on the small of Y/N's stomach, where her uterus is. "Your body was made for this... for me."
Y/N's eyes wide, voice trembling: "You... want a baby with me? But what about Esme? I-"
Carlisle interrupts with another kiss, more possessive, as he lines his hard member up against Y/N's wet entrance: "Esme doesn't need to know. And you... you want to, don't you? You want to be a perfect little mother?"
Y/N moaned, her head nodding in agreement, her nails digging into Carlisle's immortal shoulders. "Y-Yes... please, fill me! I want to feel you inside me— AH!" Carlisle thrusts in with a fluid but firm motion, sinking in all the way in one thrust. Y/N arches, feeling every inch burn inside his.
Carlisle brushes his lips against his neck, his voice husky: "So tight... even after the first time. Like your body knows it belongs to me." He begins to move, slowly at first, then with increasing force.
Carlisle – "My sperm is going straight to your womb now... each spurt deeper than the last. Do you feel it? Feel my son? Feel how you're being fertilized?"
Y/N (muffled screams against Carlisle's shoulder, legs shaking): "C-Carlisle! I-I'm going to-!"
Carlisle grips her hips tightly, thrusting hard now: "Go, my love. Come while I plant my son in you."
Y/N orgasms intensely, contracting around Carlisle, who doesn't slow down. Seconds later, he thrusts hard and releases inside him with a growl, hot jets flooding her womb.
Carlisle holds himself inside him, his hands caressing her semen-swollen belly. "Look... it's already happening. Your eggs are being hunted by my sperm right now. In a few weeks..." he kisses her sweaty forehead, "...you'll give me wonderful news."
Y/N's voice is dreamy, exhausted, but happy: "I... I'm going to be the mother... of your baby..."
Carlisle smiles, finally pulling away, but not before running his fingers over Y/N's swollen vulva, collecting some of his own sperm, and taking it into his mouth. "And I will take care of you both. Always."
As Y/N dresses, still trembling, Carlisle marks the next "appointment" on the calendar, his golden eyes shining possessively.
Y/N bites her lip, looking at the doctor. "What if... what if I don't get pregnant this time?"
Carlisle chuckles softly, backing her against the wall. "Oh, my sweet, naive boy... Let's try. As many times as necessary." He kisses her neck, his hand already sliding under her blouse, squeezing her breast. "Until your uterus can't take it anymore."
Scene: Follow-up appointment: Y/N, 3 months pregnant.
The soft office light illuminated Y/N's rosy skin as she lay on the table with her legs slightly apart, her small belly already rounded beneath her restless fingers. Carlisle smiled, his golden eyes shining with pride and possessiveness as he slid his hands over her growing belly. "Look, my love," he murmured, his voice a mix of tenderness and clinical fascination. "Our little miracle is developing perfectly. Your uterus is expanding exactly as it should in such a nurturing environment, so... perfect for the life we've created."
Y/N gasped as Carlisle's cool fingers pressed lightly below her belly button, describing it in vivid detail.
Carlisle: "Do you feel it? There, deep inside, where my sperm swam like a determined army... Each sperm, eager to conquer your egg. And when they found it..." He leaned down, blowing icy air over the warm skin of her belly, making Y/N shiver. "It was like a storm. They surrounded, penetrated, dominated... And who won?" His tongue slowly licked her navel. "He's here now, growing inside you, as strong as his father."
Y/N laughed, embarrassed, but her eyes sparkled. "You talk like it was an epic battle..."
"Because it was," Carlisle replied seriously, before smiling. "And I won."
Scene: Sex During Pregnancy -
"Benefits for the Baby" Carlisle, now naked, his sculpted figure contrasting with Y/N's softness, lay beside him, one hand caressing her belly while the other slid between her thighs.
"Did you know that a mother's pleasure is essential for fetal development?" He spoke softly, almost academically, as his fingers found Y/N's already wet entrance. "Endorphins released, blood flow increased... The baby feels every wave of happiness I give you."
Y/N arched as two fingers entered, slowly. "C-Carlisle! Isn't that... weird? The baby-"
Carlisle: "He's safe. Protected. And loving every second," he interrupted, curling his fingers to massage her G-spot. "Listen... He's dancing. Mommy's orgasm is like a lullaby to him."
When Y/N moaned, spilling herself over his fingers, Carlisle smiled proudly. "Perfect. Now, let's give our son another show."
Carlisle knelt between Y/N's trembling legs, his imposing member already dripping with pre-cum. "Open wide," he ordered softly but firmly.
Y/N obeyed, licking her lips before enveloping the head with her mouth, sucking devotedly.
Carlisle growled, his fingers tangling in her blond hair. "That's it... Your maternal instinct already knows that semen is rich in nutrients. Good for you... and, indirectly, for him."
When he finally came, spurting onto Y/N's tongue and face, he wiped every drop with his thumb before pushing it back into his mouth. "Swallow. All of it."
After the tests confirmed their impeccable health, Carlisle dressed Y/N personally, each touch a vow of care. At Y/N's door, he kissed her forehead, then her belly.
"Until the next appointment, my perfection," he murmured, his golden eyes burning with promise. "And remember..." His hand rested on her stomach. "Our son already knows he's loved."
Y/N smiled, bringing Carlisle's hand to his lips. "He's going to have the best father in the world."
Carlisle laughed, the sound rare and genuine. "And the most beautiful mother."
The end.