Reincarnated as a Healer : Why are my powers so filthy?
Chapter 41: Back home

Chapter 41: Back home

The Pale Citadel loomed behind them, its bone walls crumbling under the morning sun as Leon and the survivors left it behind.

Of the many dozens soldiers who had marched to face Vraxus, only twenty-seven remained, their armor battered, their faces etched with grief and triumph.

The path back to Eldwood was long, but the forest felt lighter now, the corrupted red-veined trees no longer hissing, the air free of demonspawn.

The sky was clear, streaked with gold, and Leon rode near the back of the column, nearly dozing in the saddle, his tattered black and crimson tunic swaying with the horse’s gait.

His magic was a faint pulse, drained from healing the wounded after Vraxus’s fall, but the bonds with Saria and Terya thrummed quietly in his chest.

That night, they made camp near a quiet river bend, the water glinting under the stars, the air cool and clean.

The soldiers set up tents, their voices low, sharing rations and muted laughter. Leon sat by a small fire, his hands still faintly stained with blood, his body heavy but his heart full.

Terya found him first, her blonde hair glowing in the firelight, her arm wrapped in gauze, her leather top patched but still clinging to her curves.

She sat beside him, her green eyes glinting with mischief despite her wounds.

"You look drained," she said, her voice a sultry tease, her thigh brushing his. "Still got a bit left?"

Leon’s grin was tired but warm.

"Enough to keep going," he said, his voice soft. "You should rest."

"I’ll rest after you’re recharged," she smirked, leaning closer, her breath hot against his ear.

She tugged at the waistband of his trousers, her fingers deft and confident, her eyes gleaming. "Let me make it quick. Just a hand and some kisses."

She slid her hand down, her touch soft but sure, wrapping around his cock, stroking slowly, sensually, her fingers gliding with a teasing rhythm that made him harden instantly.

Her lips met his neck, then his jaw, soft kisses turning to slow, wet licks, her tongue flicking his ear as she whispered filthy encouragement.

"I missed the way you twitch like this," she giggled, her voice low, her strokes quickening, her thumb brushing the tip with agonizing precision.

Leon’s breath hitched, his hands gripping the ground, his magic stirring as his arousal surged.

He came quietly, biting back a groan, his release spilling over her hand. She kissed him gently afterward, her lips soft against his, her smirk wide.

"There you go, hero," she murmured, licking her fingers clean.

His magic pulsed stronger, a faint breeze swirling around him, and he grinned, his exhaustion easing.

"Thanks for the boost," he said, his voice warm, his hand brushing her arm.

Later that night, Tila found him, her brown eyes shy but determined, her torn tunic replaced with a fresh one, though it clung to her small frame.

She took his hand, leading him away from the tents to a quiet grove by the river, the water’s soft rush mingling with the night air.

"You need more," she whispered, her cheeks flushing, her voice trembling with nervous courage. "I can feel it."

She lay back on the grass, pulling him down with her, her legs parting as she slid her trousers off, her pussy glistening in the starlight.

Leon moved between her thighs, slow and gentle, watching her eyes roll back as he entered her, her tight heat enveloping him.

Her moans were soft, wet in his ear, her body clinging to him as they rocked together under the stars.

"Use me," she whispered, her voice a breathless plea. "Please. I love how you feel..."

He kissed her neck, her small breasts, his lips savoring the salt of her sweat, his hands holding hers as she arched beneath him.

Her climax hit first, a shuddering gasp, her pussy clenching around him, and Leon followed, burying his face against her shoulder, his release flooding her as his magic surged in waves, fire and wind pulsing brighter.

They lay together, panting, her fingers tracing his back, her giggle soft and dizzy.

On the final night before reaching Eldwood, Saria approached during her watch, her black robe patched, her ponytail swaying in the moonlight.

She sat beside him by the dying campfire, her dark eyes steady but warm. "You’re getting reckless," she said, her voice low, a rare softness breaking through her stoic tone.

"You’re glowing again," he replied, his grin teasing, his eyes meeting hers.

"Come here," she said, pulling him into her lap, her hands unfastening her chest plate.

Her bare breast was flushed and full, sweat glistening on the curve, her nipple stiffening as she pressed his face to it.

"Suck," she ordered, her voice a commanding murmur. "That’s all you get."

Leon obeyed, his lips closing around her nipple, his tongue teasing it to hardness, her soft moan vibrating through him.

She stroked his hair, her breathing quickening with each pull of his mouth.

Her other hand slid into his pants, her fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking with slow, firm motions, her touch precise but hungry.

"Quiet," she whispered, grinding his face between her breasts, the heat of her skin overwhelming. "Just let me take care of you. You have done well."

Leon moaned into her chest, his hips bucking as she worked him, her strokes relentless, her breath hot against his ear.

He came across her palm with a sharp gasp, his magic flaring, a gust of wind and spark of fire swirling around them.

She burnt her hand clean, kissed the top of his head, and said nothing else, her silence warm with approval.

By the time they crested the final hill and saw Eldwood’s walls in the distance, Leon felt full again—whole, ready, his magic pulsing strong.

The town bells rang, a joyful peal, as the soldiers returned.

Families wept, children ran, and the people of Eldwood greeted the victors with cheers and flower-strewn banners, petals catching the sunlight.

Leon stepped through the gate, Tila clutching his arm, her smile bright, Terya grinning with her usual mischief, Saria walking tall beside him, her stoic facade softened by a faint pride in her eyes.

The crowd’s cheers washed over him, louder than the battlefield, warmer than any spell.

He wasn’t just a healer anymore.

I am a Hero.