Reincarnated as a Healer : Why are my powers so filthy?
Chapter 43: Some

Chapter 43: Some

She took his hand, her fingers trembling just slightly, a whisper of urgency beneath her calm exterior.

She led him away from the firelight, through the winding garden paths, past the distant hum of celebration, until the sounds of laughter and music faded into nothingness.

Without a word, she opened a door to a small, quiet storage room behind the inn.

The air inside was thick with the scent of wood and grain, the space dim and empty, save for the sliver of moonlight spilling through a cracked window.

The world outside was gone, replaced by a silence that felt more intimate than anything he’d ever known.

She turned to him then, her hands suddenly on him, warm and eager, pressing him against the cold wooden wall.

Her fingers slid up his chest, tugging at his shirt with a kind of quiet urgency.

Her touch was a force, but not rushed—each caress sending a pulse of heat through him, each movement a promise that left him breathless.

"I want you, Leon," she whispered, her voice rough, raw in a way that made his heart race.

Her eyes, dark and unguarded, held his with an intensity that cut through him.

"Now. Don’t make me say it twice."

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Saria’s lips were rough, fierce, needful, tasting of honey-wine and victory as she pushed Leon back into the wooden wall of the old storage room behind the inn.

Her hands slid under his linen shirt, fingers tracing the planes of his chest, her touch hungry and unyielding.

The wine on her breath mingled with the heat of her body, her long-sleeved wrap loose, her trousers hanging low on her hips, revealing the curve of her waist in the moonlight filtering through a cracked window.

The air was heavy with the scent of grain and wood, the distant hum of Eldwood’s celebration a faint echo beyond the door.

Leon’s mouth parted to speak, but she kissed him again—harder, her tongue delving deep, claiming him with a raw intensity that made his heart pound.

"Not tonight," she whispered, her voice husky, thick with desire. "No hesitation. No holding back."

She shoved his shirt off, the fabric catching on his shoulders before falling to the floor, and dropped to her knees, her dark eyes burning up at him.

Her fingers freed his cock with a deft tug, her hand wrapping around him, giving one slow, deliberate stroke, her touch warm and firm.

She leaned in, dragging her tongue from base to tip, slow and wet, savoring him, her lips curling into a faint smirk as he gasped.

"You’ve been carrying all of us," she said, her voice low, rough with emotion. "Now I carry you."

Her lips sealed around him, tight and hot, her throat working as she sucked with long, wet pulls, her pace steady, relentless, spit coating his length, dripping down her chin.

Her tongue swirled, teasing the sensitive tip, her hands gripping his thighs, nails digging in just enough to ground him.

When she pulled off, a long string of saliva clung between them, glistening in the moonlight, her cheeks flushed, her eyes smoldering with hunger.

She rose, her wrap slipping to reveal one breast, full and flushed, her nipple hard in the cool air.

She turned, pulling her trousers down as she bent over a sack of grain, her toned, smooth backside exposed, her curves gleaming.

"Come on, hero," she said, her voice a low growl, thick with need. "Take what you earned."

Leon stepped behind her, his heart pounding, his cock throbbing as he gripped her hips, lining himself up.

He slid into her pussy slowly, her tight, wet heat enveloping him, drawing a sharp moan from her—half a curse, half a plea.

"Harder," she groaned, pushing back against him, her voice raw. "I want to feel it in my spine."

He obeyed, thrusting deeper, harder, his hips slamming into her, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room.

Her moans grew louder, her hands gripping the sack, her body rocking with each thrust, her pussy clenching around him, hot and slick.

Leon’s hands roamed her hips, her waist, one sliding up to cup her breast, squeezing, his thumb brushing her nipple, making her gasp.

The door creaked open behind them. "What the—?"

Leon froze, his breath catching, but Saria didn’t stop, her hips still grinding back into him, her moan unbroken.

"Close the door or get in here," she growled, her voice thick with pleasure, her eyes half-lidded.

Terya stood in the doorway, tipsy and slack-jawed, her blonde hair messy, her shirt half-buttoned, revealing the swell of her ample breasts, a bottle of honey-wine in one hand.

"Seriously?" she laughed, her voice warm, teasing. "You start the party without me?"

She stumbled in, kicking the door shut with her foot, tossing the bottle aside with a clatter.

"Scoot him over," she told Saria, her green eyes glinting with mischief. "I want the front."

Saria smirked, her hips still moving, her pussy gripping Leon as she glanced at Terya.

"Make it quick," she said, her voice a low moan.

Terya dropped to her knees, her eyes locked on Leon’s thrusting hips, her shirt slipping further to reveal her breasts, full and bouncing.

She took his face, kissing him deeply, her tongue tasting of wine and desire, her lips brushing Saria’s scent on his mouth.

She moved down, kissing his chest, his stomach, her hands roaming his thighs.

"You’re so hard," she whispered, her breath hot, her lips wrapping around his balls, sucking gently, her tongue teasing with slow, sensual licks as Leon pounded Saria from behind.

Leon groaned, his head tipping back, the dual sensations—Saria’s tight heat, Terya’s wet mouth—overwhelming, his hands tangling in Terya’s hair.

Her moans vibrated against him, her tongue relentless, her breasts brushing his thighs as she worked, Saria’s gasps syncing with each thrust.

Outside, Tila giggled drunkenly, spinning in a circle under the stars, a half-eaten pastry in hand, fireflies dancing around her.

She paused, her ears perking at a sound—a moan, wet and rhythmic, unmistakable.