Reincarnated as a Healer : Why are my powers so filthy?
Chapter 38: That was a mistake

Chapter 38: That was a mistake

"That was a mistake," she whispered, turning toward the battlefield, her sword reigniting with a faint flicker of flame.

Vraxus stood at the hall’s center, breathing heavier now, black blood oozing from a burn mark on his side where Leon’s last Scorch Spiral had struck.

His hook dripped with gore, the staff hissing with heat.

Terya faced him, her legs spread, daggers trembling in her grip, blood trickling down her thigh, her torn top barely covering her chest, sweat and blood mingling on her skin.

Vraxus swung his spiked chain in a wide arc, the air shrieking.

Terya ducked, her movements sluggish, pain slowing her, but lunged forward, only to be repelled by a sharp slam of the staff against her forearm.

She hissed, retreating, her arm numb, her daggers nearly slipping.

"You’re persistent," Vraxus said, his voice a low rumble, his four arms flexing. "But tired."

Terya didn’t reply, adjusting her grip, her green eyes fierce, her body coiled despite the pain.

Then Saria stepped forward, her sword dragging sparks across the bone tiles, her flames roaring brighter, though her steps were uneven, her ribs grinding with each breath.

"You talk too much," she growled, her voice steady again, cutting through the hall’s malice.

"Let’s see if you bleed properly."

She charged, slower than before, her blade a streak of fire.

Vraxus parried with his sword, but Saria pivoted, slamming the flat of her blade into his shoulder, the impact sparking, then ducked under the retaliating chain, her robe tearing further, blood seeping from her cheek.

Terya moved in from the opposite side, her wind-coated daggers singing, slicing a precise cut across Vraxus’s thigh, black blood spraying.

The battlefield shifted—where Vraxus had pressed like a storm, he was now reacting, stepping back, redirecting.

A soldier raised a spear behind Saria’s swing, aiming to distract, but Vraxus’s chain whipped out, wrapping his throat, snapping his neck.

Another lunged to draw attention, only to be impaled through the gut by the hook, his scream cut short.

The cost grew, blood pooling on the tiles, but Saria and Terya didn’t slow.

Terya took a glancing hit to the ribs, blood smearing her side, but she rolled out of range, her breath ragged.

Saria took a cut to the cheek, a thin line of red, and kept going, her flames roaring.

They didn’t speak, didn’t look back, their focus absolute.

The throne chamber thundered with war—steel clashing, fire hissing, Saria’s voice echoing as she shouted for position, calling out Vraxus’s movements.

A chain snapped through the air.

Someone screamed. Someone died.

Leon didn’t hear the details, slumped against the pillar, his lungs burning, his body hollow.

His head ached, his muscles screamed, his magic gone after the desperate Scorch Spiral and healing Saria.

His vision blurred, the crimson light of the hall pulsing in time with his fading heartbeat.

Then she came.

Tila slid beside him, sweat-slicked, breathing hard, her brown eyes wide with fear and something deeper—resolve.

Her armor was torn, her robe half-fallen from her shoulder, exposing the soft curve of her collarbone, her cheeks glowing pink with heat and something raw.

"Leon..." she whispered, her voice trembling but steady. "I want to help you."

He looked at her, dazed, his voice weak. "I’m empty. You already did what you could—"

She shook her head, her hands moving to the hem of her tunic.

In one swift motion, she pulled it over her head, exposing her small, flushed breasts, her pale stomach trembling with nervous breath.

Then she slipped out of her trousers, no underwear, just skin—soft, exposed, shaking.

"Take me," she whispered, her voice cracking, her eyes burning with determination. "Use me. I’ll give you everything I have."

Leon blinked, frozen for a second, his gaze falling over Tila—naked now, kneeling in front of him, her legs tucked under, arms limp at her sides like she was surrendering herself completely.

Her small, flushed breasts trembled with her nervous breath, her brown eyes wide with a mix of fear and resolve, her pale skin glowing faintly in the crimson light of the throne chamber.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and ash, the clash of steel and Saria’s distant screams piercing the chaos.

"Tila..." Leon’s voice was a hoarse whisper, his body aching, his magic a dead ember after healing Saria’s near-fatal wounds.

She crawled toward him, her hands shaking as she pulled his trousers down, freeing his cock, already swelling despite his exhaustion.

Her fingers wrapped around the base, tentative but firm, and she leaned down, her lips brushing the tip, soft and wet, before taking him fully into her mouth with a soft moan, messy and eager, her inexperience clear but her determination fiercer.

"I want you hard," she murmured between strokes, her voice trembling, her saliva dripping as she gagged on purpose, pushing herself to please, to spark his magic.

"I want you to use me properly."

Leon groaned, his head tipping back against the fractured pillar, his hands clenching as his magic stirred faintly, a pulse of fire and wind flickering in his chest.

His pulse quickened, Tila’s mouth warm and relentless, her tongue swirling clumsily but earnestly, her moans vibrating against him.

She pulled off with a gasp, her eyes wide and glassy, panting, a strand of spit connecting her lips to him.

"Please," she whispered, her voice cracking with desperation. "Put it inside. I’m scared, but I want it. Let me be your magic."

Leon’s breath caught, his heart pounding as he grabbed her waist, gently laying her down across his cloak on the bone-tiled floor.

Her legs parted instinctively, her core glistening, soaked with her arousal.

He hovered over her, his hand sliding down to feel her warmth, his fingers brushing her slick folds, confirming her readiness.

She was drenched, her body trembling under his touch.

"I’ll be gentle," he said, his voice rough but soft, his eyes locked on hers.

"Don’t be," she replied, her voice a desperate plea, her hands gripping his shoulders. "I want to feel all of you."