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Prinz Eugen: Nurse’s Touch (Patreon)

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2025-11-20 09:15:01
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2025-11-21 22:23:10
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Full 260~ Image Request set in the link below !Prinz Eugen leans over your bed, fingertips brushing your jaw as her smile curves slow and deliberate. “No need to tense up,” she murmurs, “I’ll handle every part of your… examination”~

As I say for most characters these days, it's been far too long since Prinz had a set 🙏 thought I'd opt in for a theme that doesn't particually get enough love as I thought it would. There's a ton of names in the Azur Lane universe but Prinz is one that still comes to mind at first thought 😁

As always, I hope you guys enjoyed ! Archive's are now moved to the latest sets ! 💉

Check the most recent post for the download in (Tier 1 Archive) !

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Spectre In Orbit

Eugen is wife material. Oathed very quickly in-game. ...that's all I have to say.

Kerrt

Prinz Eugen Goated fr Absolutely magnificent work as always my bro love it a whole lot! 🔥🔥🔥💕🙌🙌🙌

Tada

I'm almost moved to tears seeing Prinz Eugen again! I can hardly express my gratitude because this is so magnificent😍😍😍

Elijah Asbury

Nurses are the BEST Miyu😉👍.

Kelly

not familiar with AL in the slightest but she is so unreasonably hot 🤤

Mordo

Nurse themes! Always great, also hoping to see more Luna Snow someday, great work as always ❤️

xihstyk

I totally didn't start foaming at the mouth

xihstyk

IM GONNA GO FERAL AAAAAA

Badass104

After a seemingly endless schedule of classes, I'd finally found some respite. I felt like the last few days had completely drained me; I was so exhausted I could have sworn a whole train had run me over. The cold had me completely wiped out, weak, dull, barely able to drag myself from one classroom to another. I was sick of feeling like my bones were jelly, so I finally made a sensible decision… or at least that's what I wanted to believe. I headed to the infirmary, hoping Nurse Prinz Eugen could offer me something to ease my misery: pills, syrup, a shot, anything. At this point, I would have accepted an exorcism if it promised to rid me of this malaise. But when I arrived, the sight before me made me completely forget why I was there. She was sitting at her desk, leaning slightly over some papers, completely engrossed… and yet, every curve of her body seemed to demand my attention. I froze in the doorway, as if my legs had decided it was a good time to take root. For an instant—or maybe two, or maybe half an eternity—I simply watched her. The white uniform she wore seemed made with the bare minimum of fabric allowed by some cosmic law. Every fold, every seam, clung to her body as if designed solely to elicit sighs. Her long, perfectly sculpted legs were covered by white stockings so thin they felt like a whisper against her skin. I couldn't help but imagine what they felt like, if they were as soft as they looked, if her warmth would seep through the fabric… or if the fabric existed only to make them even more irresistible. My thoughts wandered into dangerous territory, wondering what it would be like to lean against them, using those thighs as a pillow, as a refuge, as my downfall. And then there were her breasts. The buttons of the uniform seemed to be waging an epic battle to stay in place. Each of her breaths was a reminder that I wasn't the only one feeling the tension. The neckline hinted at more than it revealed, offering only a glimpse, but enough to awaken a hunger I couldn't tell if it was physical, mental… or both. It was as if those buttons held the balance of the universe, and I couldn't tear my gaze away for a second for fear of missing the moment one of them decided to give way. A mixture of fascination and inexplicable desire coursed through my body. It was absurd; I had come seeking medicine, rest, relief… but all I found was a growing sensation of heat in my chest, a nervousness that had nothing to do with fever, and an impulse I couldn't quite grasp. Suddenly, something snapped me out of my trance. The nurse had noticed me, looking at me with a mixture of surprise and… curiosity? “Do you need anything, young man?” she asked in a soft voice, so melodious it seemed to glide over my skin. There was something in her tone, a playful hint that I couldn't tell if it was real or if my fever was playing tricks on me. I tried to answer, though the words stumbled over each other. She let out a short, almost mocking laugh, but there was warmth in her… and a sparkle in her eyes that made me forget for a moment how bad I felt. As soon as she regained her composure, she focused on me again, waiting for my explanation. “Hmm… it might be nothing,” she said, placing a finger under her chin as she adopted a thoughtful pose. The gesture, along with how her other hand brushed the curve below her breast, created a movement that I couldn't tell if it was accidental or completely intentional. “Perhaps you just need to rest to regain your strength, dear.” I didn't know if he was doing it on purpose, but every gesture of his seemed designed to be a weapon of mass distraction. "But first..." he added, lowering his voice in a way that made my skin crawl, "I need to perform a physical exam. Just to rule out any complications. Please go into the examination room." The look he gave me... there was something predatory about it. A glint that could have been lust, or perhaps just the reflection of the sun, but my fevered mind couldn't tell the difference. I tried to shake off the thoughts, to remind myself that I was sick, that I shouldn't think like this. Yet every word, every inflection of his voice, seemed designed to ignite something within me. I made my way to the examination table as best I could. There were several beds there, spacious, separated by curtains that suggested privacy, but not too much. I sat down, trying to maintain my composure. "Good," he said finally, stopping in front of me. "I need you to take off your clothes. All of them." Only then could I check for any abnormalities. Her tone was professional… but there was something more beneath it. Something warm, dangerous, electrifying. I obeyed, remaining only in my boxers. I placed my clothes to one side, trying not to focus on how vulnerable I felt. But then she approached, and her scent enveloped me. A soft, almost intoxicating perfume that made me feel a strange tingling in my chest. Was it her fragrance… or was it my mind playing tricks on me? She began to slowly circle me, like a hunter studying her prey from every angle. I saw her lick her lower lip without even realizing it, a tiny but devastating gesture. My imagination, always unwelcome, decided to show me scenes I shouldn't be seeing: her and me, intertwined in that bed, abandoning any trace of self-control. I shook my head to clear the images. "Mmm… your body seems to be in good condition," she murmured, leaning toward me. We were so close I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. “Although this little… detail of yours,” he added, lowering his gaze with a mischievous smile, “might require some special attention.” His proximity was a delicious torment. He didn’t touch me inappropriately, but the closeness, the way his fingers brushed my thigh just to adjust my position, the gentle pressure of his hand on my waist as he examined me… it all felt too charged, too intentional. Too perfect to ignore. The atmosphere grew thick, electric, as if something were about to happen at any second. Nurse Prinz Eugen stood before me, so close I could feel her breath against my collarbone. Her eyes scanned my body with studied slowness, as if every inch were part of an analysis… though something in her gaze suggested it wasn't a medical analysis she had in mind. For a moment, she was silent. Then she tilted her head slightly, as if she had reached a conclusion she preferred not to voice aloud. "Interesting…" she whispered, almost to herself. Her fingers, encased in a latex glove, traced an imaginary line down my arm, barely touching my skin. A light touch, but enough to make me gasp. My pulse began to quicken, something she noticed immediately. A slow, dangerous smile appeared on her lips. "You know…" she began, her tone so gentle it was almost a whisper. "Not all students react like this when they're sick." Most people arrive pale, exhausted, drained of energy… but you… Her gaze dropped, then rose again, capturing my eyes with an intensity that made my thoughts evaporate for a second. “There’s something different about you.” I stood still, unsure whether to speak or simply let her continue. There was something in her voice, something that vibrated between professional and forbidden. “It’s not just a cold,” she added, moving even closer, until the distance between us ceased to matter. “There’s something else in your body… something that doesn’t come from a common infection.” I felt a chill that had nothing to do with fever. She lowered her voice even further, until it became an intimate whisper. “I can smell it on you…” she said, closing her eyes for a second, inhaling deeply as if catching an invisible scent in the air. “Your body gives off a peculiar aroma when you’re like this. It’s not perfume. It’s not sweat. It’s… something else. Something older.” More… primal. I opened my mouth to ask, but she placed a finger against my lips, silencing me. The slightest pressure from the glove felt like a command. “Shhh… don’t deny it. It’s not your fault.” Her eyes gleamed, this time with an intensity that made my muscles tense. “Some students bring illness. Others bring stress. But you…” She slowly withdrew her finger, leaving me breathless. “You bring desire.” My heart skipped a beat. “And not just any desire,” she continued, placing a hand on my shoulder, sliding it down with calculated gentleness. “It’s a desire… intensified. Amplified. An impulse that shouldn’t be awake in someone so weakened. And yet… here it is.” Her nails—despite the glove—traced a light path across my chest. “I wondered how long it would take to manifest,” she confessed, leaning in to whisper close to my ear. “And now I know I wasn’t wrong about you.” She stepped back just enough to look me directly in the eye. “Do you want to know the truth, darling? I didn’t come here just to cure you.” My breath caught in my throat. “I’ve been watching you for weeks,” she said shamelessly. “Your energy… your scent… your reactions. There’s something about you that awakens when you’re vulnerable. Something that…” She smiled, licking her lower lip with a gesture she no longer tried to hide, “…calls to me.” My thoughts swirled, confused by the fever, the attraction, and the unsettling revelation I’d just heard. The nurse took another step, completely closing the space between us. Her hand rested on the back of my neck with a gentleness that felt almost too deliberate. —And now that you've activated it… —he whispered, brushing his nose against my cheek in an almost animalistic gesture— …I don't intend to let it go. The nurse's lips met mine, and in that instant, something inside me disconnected, as if an internal switch had been flipped. For a second, I felt empty, suspended, breathless, weak… but then the wave came. A warm, powerful energy coursed through my body, rising from my stomach to my chest and then to every muscle, like a revitalizing torrent. My mind cleared. The fever vanished. The exhaustion disappeared as if it had never existed. I don't know how long that shock lasted; perhaps a second, perhaps an eternity. But the truth is… it didn't matter. Her kiss was still there. Her lips were soft, warm, and secure. And I, by instinct or necessity, decided to respond. I straightened up slightly and pressed my lips to hers with a different kind of surrender, no longer weak, no longer feverish… but conscious. The nurse's hands had rested on my chest, but after my response, her eyes barely opened, shining with an intensity I had only sensed before. Now I had no doubt: it was lust, desire… but also something deeper, almost vulnerable. A need to be seen, to be reciprocated. Her embrace tightened. Her hands moved behind my head, intertwining like a soft but firm lock, preventing us from separating. Not that I wanted to. My hands slowly traveled down her back, feeling the warmth that emanated even through her uniform. I continued down her silhouette, brushing against her narrow waist, and then I found the curve of her hips… and lower still, her buttocks. I ran both hands over them, surprised by the softness, by the way they seemed to mold to my fingers, as if they had been shaped to be held, explored. She breathed against my mouth in a mixture of surprise and approval. The intensity of the kiss suddenly increased. The world seemed to tilt, and for a moment we lost our balance. I reacted automatically, guiding our fall toward the nearest bed. We landed on the mattress in an awkward but fluid motion, without interrupting that feverish and sweet exchange. There were no pauses. We didn't want any pauses. But our lungs, treacherous as ever, began to demand oxygen. We separated by barely a few centimeters, breathing heavily. A thin strand of saliva hung between us, trembling like a fragile bridge that refused to break. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her eyes… her eyes seemed to call my name without uttering it. And then, without thinking too much, we came together again, as if the distance were unbearable. After another couple of kisses, she rested her forehead against mine. Her voice trembled, laden with something that wasn't mere desire—it was need. “Stay here,” he said, his tone almost pleading. “You need to rest properly, and I…” He swallowed, stroking my cheek with his fingertip. “…I’ll take care of notifying your teachers about your absence.” His lips brushed mine, a light touch, almost a reminder of what had just happened. “Now you have another responsibility…” His voice broke softly, almost a plea. “…I…” I couldn’t refuse. I didn’t want to. I nodded, letting him know I had no reason to leave. How could I, when everything I needed… was right here, breathing in front of me?

Peperoth

Love a thick sexy nurse 😍 Amazing work Miyu 😍

Kinji

Female rover is missing from November tier 1 set

Miyu

adding it now, ty for letting me know !

Miyu

now THIS is a good read 🗿

Badass104

Today was inspiration Thursday 🍸 I absolutely had to write a story about it; the set deserved it 😤