Chapter 13: Priestess’s Healing Cream

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this. Illina – The Free City of Raratha

Kurg’s foot crushed down on my chest.

My ribs creaked as I struggled to draw in a breath. My heart’s rhythm labored as I struggled against him. My hands swept out for anything to grab. I brushed over broken shards of the brandy bottle. I gripped one and stabbed at his leg.

The glass tip snapped against his greave, leaving a jagged spike of glass that bit into my hand. Blood slicked it. Kurg grinned and leaned over more. He put more of his weight on me, forcing the air out of my lungs.

“Going to drag you by the haircuts back to Lady Alloria,” he said. “How’d you like that?”

“Hope ... Las’s cock ... buggers you up ... the ass...” I managed to spit out.

He burst into laughter. “He’s welc—”

A blast of energy slammed into Kurg. It burst across his shoulder and spilled over his armor. Metal crumpled. He tumbled off of me and slammed into the building wall. He struck it and crashed to the ground in a clattering heap.

I sucked in mouthfuls of air. My chest hurt. Kurg groaned, his body twitching.

I didn’t care what had happened. Anger boiled through me. Barg lay dying. Maybe dead. I scrambled to my feet and then threw myself at Kurg, gripping that sharp piece of glass tight in my hand. It cut into my palm, my blood dripping down the end.

“You Gods damned bastard!” I hissed as I straddled his chest. The fire had burned away his beard and scorched his face.

His eyes focused on me as I thrust the glass shard into his vulnerable neck. It plunged into his flesh. He spasmed. Blood spurted when I wrenched my shank free. My hand thrust again and again, burying into his neck. Red gushed. It splattered across my face. It spilled up my hands.

I screamed out in violent rage, “BARG! You killed him! You killed my Barg!”

I plunged it in over and over, the pain bursting out of my throat. My yell turned into a shuddering sob as I kept plunging the knife. The body twitched beneath me. The glass thrust into tattered flesh, the ruin of his throat.

Tears spilled down my face. My shoulders shook as I sobbed for my love. “Killed him!”

Kurg’s eyes went still. Pupils wide. He didn’t make a sound. No gurgling as I thrust into the red ruin. The glass snapped as it struck bone. His spine. I threw it away and beat my fists into his breastplate as my entire body shook.

Someone hugged me from behind. “He’s dead,” a woman said, her voice full of such compassion. She rocked me as my pain screamed out of my throat as raw, wordless fury. “He won’t hurt you. We’re here for you, Illina. We’re here for you. You’re safe.”

Her words cut through my grief. I threw a look over my shoulder to see a human face. Not a local. Her pale flesh marked her a Secaran or Zeutchian or Thosian. Pain brimmed in her brown eyes. “W-who are you?”

“We’ve been looking for you, Illina. We need your help.”

Sir Bryce

My ribs ground together as I stood. It hurt to breathe. My breastplate, crushed by the bugbear’s blow, pressed into me tight. I wheezed as the bugbear lumbered at me, bellowing like a hungry ape. Saliva dripped from yellowing fangs.

I waited, holding the sword, battle exhilaration and Lagu’s blessing sunk into my flesh keeping me standing, sharpening my reflexes, dulling the pain. The monster’s arm slammed down, a club ending in flesh-rending claws.

Agony burst through my chest as I lunged to the right. The arm slammed down before me as I thrust my longsword before me. I thrust my blade into the beast’s chest. The chiseled point rammed through leather-thick hide, glanced off a thick rib and slipped down and penetrated into its chest. Blood welled around the sword.

The bugbear howled and slammed its head down at me. The blow cracked into my helm. Metal crumpled. Stars burst before my eyes. A fuzzy daze rippled through my body. I staggered, head throbbing. My sword wrenched out of its chest.

I was inside its reach. Its arms raised to attack. I focused through the scattered thoughts, my arms moving almost on their own. I stabbed my blade again and again. I snarled wordless rage, fear and anger pumping through me.

My mission wouldn’t end here. My quest to bring justice to that villain wouldn’t end like this.

“He took her from me!” I snarled, my blade slammed into its chest again and again, Burying into it while its arms thrashed. “She was mine! My wife! And he RUINED HER!”

Blood spilled down its hide. It sprayed from holes. It bellowed in pain and fear. It turned to flee, not caring about killing me, but escape. I snarled out my anger at it.

“No one escapes punishment!” I roared and slashed at its leg. I cut through the back of its knee.

Its leg folded as its foot came down. It crashed to the ground. The monster snarled as I stumbled forward, head throbbing, struggling to breathe. I slammed my sword down into its back, punching through thick hide and slipping between ribs to carve into heart and lungs.

“No one breaks the laws and escapes clean!” I roared. “NO ONE!”

The monster gurgled. It shuddered, its rapine hungers extinguished by my blade. I thrust one more time into it and leaned against my sword. The world spun around me. Breaths wheezed. I gripped my sword as its thrashes slowed.

Stopped.

“Bryce! My love!”

I turned to see Monica rushing over. She opened her robes, baring her round breasts and shaved pussy. Her heart-shaped face burned with concern. I pulled off my helmet, letting the ruined metal fall to the ground. Blood ran hot down my face, spilling down my nose towards my lips. Darkness swirled on the edges of my vision.

“I have you, my love,” Monica said, her brown eyes full of pain. “Kneel, my knight.”

It hurt to breathe. I stared at her pussy, the promise it held, and groaned. I needed to get out of my armor. Repair it. Through the dazed fog, a prayer to my reluctant patron rose: “Lagu, repair the instruments of my justice.”

The metal rang as the dent pressing on my chest popped out. My breastplate resumed its regular shape. I gasped, sucking in a full breath despite my broken ribs. I groaned and then I sank to my knees in a clatter of armor. The prayer stole the last of my strength. I couldn’t draw on Lagu again. Not for some time.

“Just drink, my love,” she purred and seized my hair. She pulled my face to her pussy. To the sweetness of her bred cunt.

I licked at her in a daze. The pain throbbed through me. It held me in its tight grip, but nothing could stop my tongue from sliding through her pussy folds. I stroked her flesh. She gasped and moaned, her body shaking, breasts quivering as she stared down at me with such love in her brown eyes.

Flashes of another woman staring at me shot through my mind. I threw those thoughts away, fleeing the pain. The agony. The rage. My mailed hands grabbed Monica’s ass. I snarled into her cunt and devoured her with hunger.

“Yes, yes, my love,” she moaned, her body swaying. “That’s it. Drink my healing juices.” She closed her eyes and found her orgasm.

She came faster than she ever had. The passion gushed out of her, bathing my face. She drowned me in her cream. She gave me the healing bliss I needed. Her juices flowed down my throat. I gulped them down with hunger. I swallowed every drop that she had to offer. It was such a treat to imbibe. I shuddered as my tongue devoured everything she had.

Every drop of bliss left in her twat.

Illina

I staggered towards the robed woman who’d hugged me. The knight feasted on her pussy as he knelt beside the corpse of Bug. The bugbear looked so pathetic now. I staggered, my chest aching. My hand bled, my blue mixing with Kurg’s blood hot and red on my flesh.

A woman darted up to me as the knight feasted on her. A local. She handed me a wet towel, her eyes wide. I took it and wiped at my face, cleaning off the blood. More stained my body. My toga. I shuddered and ripped it off of me. It had nothing I needed on it. The only two things of value I still had were safely hidden. I’d smuggled the necklace and my notes out of Fox’s lair.

Barg...

He lay dying. If he wasn’t dead.

The blood wiped off my naked body, wrapped the cloth around my hand, letting my blue blood gather in there. My body would slowly heal. I recovered from injuries faster than other races. The God Krab’s work.

The robed woman gasped in orgasmic bliss. Her knight licked down her juices and groaned. His mailed hands tightened. I moved towards her and frowned to see the swollen knot on his head retracting.

“You’re a healer!” I gasped, darting towards the woman. I grabbed her hand as she trembled through her climax.

“I am,” she said. “While I’m pregnant. I’m Monica, Illina, and this is Sir Bry—”

“I don’t care if he’s the damned king of all the leprechauns,” I hissed. “He might still be alive! He’s badly injured.”

“Lead the way,” Monica said without hesitation, her hand gripping mine. “I will heal him if I can.”

Hope surged through me. I pulled her through the crowd. The knight clattered to his feet behind her as I dragged her through the watching people. Those who had fled were creeping back in. Guards were moving closer now, pushing through the throng.

If they tried to stop me...

Barg had to be alive. I couldn’t lose him. He’d been my protector since mother went off to break into the Black Vault a decade ago. He’d finished raising me. He took my virginity when I begged him. I loved him. I couldn’t lose my barguest.

“He has to still be alive,” I said, dragging the priestess—for she had to be a priestess to have healing pussy cream—forward. I marched naked and didn’t care. My red hair swayed about my face. “He’s alive. He’s strong.”

“I am sure he is,” Monica said, not complaining as I hauled her past the ruined wineshop.

“It went so badly. That bastard Kurg!” It had felt so good to kill him.

“The dwarf?”

“Yes!” A fierce, righteous anger boiled through me. “He hit him with a hammer. He broke his back. I had to leave him. They were attacking me. Him and the harpy. And then that damn bugbear showed up. Even that Las-cursed fencer.”

“I ... see...” Monica said. “Just get me to him.”

I did. I dragged her from the crowd and down the streets. I headed to the alley and towards the catastrophe. There were shouts and curses. It sounded like a riot was going on as I led them down the street parallel to the ambush. I reached the alley Barg should be lying in.

He was still there at the mouth, on his back. I couldn’t tell if he lived or died. Beyond, Lord Valis’s guards swung their thiefcatchers to drive back the mobs swarming them. Scooping up fistfuls of the spilled gold from the crashed wagon.

“Don’t let them get a single coin!” shouted the shrill Lord Valis.

Barg lay unnoticed. I broke into a run, letting go of Monica’s hand. I rushed to him and fell to my knees beside him, terror squeezing about my heart. Its rhythm grew erratic. Terror pumped through my circulatory system.

“Barg?” croaked from my voice.

“Ill ... ina...” wheezed from him.

Hope surged through me. “You’re alive!” I threw a look at Monica. “He’s alive.”

“Don’t feel ... alive,” protested the barguest.

“But you are! Hurry, Monica! Please, please, hurry!”

“Roll him onto his back,” she said. “He has to drink my pussy juices.”

“Yes,” I said and rolled him over. His lower half didn’t move, legs flopping as he spilled onto his back. His black face twisted in pain. Sweat gleamed across his features. He panted, arms spasming. “She’s going to heal you, Barg. Just have to eat her pussy.” I forced a smile. “I know you like eating pussy.”

“You know ... me well...” His eyes stared up at me. “Feared you were ... dead.”

“Take more than a pissed-off dwarf and a bugbear to kill me.” I gave a vicious grin. “I killed him. Kurg. I set his beard on fire and cut his throat to bloody ruin.”

“That’s my ... Illina...”

I kissed his knuckles as Monica straddled his head. She lowered herself down to his mouth. Metal clanked behind me. The knight marched up, sword sheathed, face still stained in blood, but it was drying. His eyes were sharp. Another Secaran or Thosian man, probably the former since Thosian didn’t have an order of knights. He had a serious look. Focused intensity.

A man who let nothing stop him from achieving a goal. And he and Monica were looking for me. Why?

“That’s it,” Monica whimpered. “Just lick at my pussy. Taste my juices.

The knight marched past us to the alley mouth. He planted himself there, blocking it, a guard watching the chaos as Valis sought to protect what gold remained to him. How much did Fox’s halflings steal from the wagon before Kurg and his crew interrupted everything?

How pissed off was the crime boss at me?

I kissed Barg’s knuckles as his jaw moved. Monica ground her pussy on him, her breasts shifting from side to side. She had her eyes squeezed shut. Her mouth parted as little moans and whimpers escaped her lips.

“Lick that priestess’s pussy good,” I said, and pulled his hand to my breast. I rubbed it against my nipple, pleasure sparking from it. “Just drink down all those juices. That’s it.”

He growled. His chest rose and fell. His hand tightened on my breast. A good sign. I glanced down his body, wrapped in a toga. The swell of his cock appeared. A bulge formed. That had to be an even better sign.

“Just devour that priestess’s cunt,” I moaned. “She must be a servant of Slata.”

“I’m a leywife of Pater,” she answered.

“I thought all priests of Pater were male. Him being the God of fatherhood and male virility and all.”

“I said I’m a leywife.” Her hands touched her naked belly. “I carry proof of my God’s virility in me.”

“Oh,” I said. Pregnant. I could get pregnant by creating a copy of myself, building my daughter out of the sexual fluids of men who fired their seed in me. I could store their cum in me, slowly building her in my womb.

Just like my mother did me.

A human woman had no control over it after the jizz fired into her twat. If she became pregnant or not, it was up to the vagaries of biology. It seemed sad they couldn’t choose when to have their sons or daughters.

“My child gives me powers,” she moaned, grinding her pussy on Barg’s mouth. “It is how I saved you.”

I swallowed. Great, I was in their debt. First Fox and now this pair. I glanced at the knight. Why did they want to save me?

Barg growled. His hand tightened on my breast. His cock thrust against the toga. My left hand, not cut like my right, reached in and pulled his cock out. That ebony shaft, thick and long. I stroked him, pumping up and down slowly.

“You feel that, Barg? Is the feeling coming back to your legs?” I pumped up and down him while he snarled into the priestess’s cunt. He devoured her and she shuddered. Her face squeezed shut.

“Sorry, my love,” she gasped and then she shuddered through her orgasmic bliss.

The knight shifted, armor clinking, as he plugged the alley up from any of the mob spilling in. The priestess gasps and moans echoed down it. Her body shook, breasts jiggling round and plump. Her pussy juices spilled over Barg’s chin.

He growled in delight. His legs spasmed and twitched. They moved. His cock throbbed in my stroking hand. He squeezed my tit hard. I shuddered, my nipple rubbing into his palm. He recovered, my own cunt growing hot with delight.

“Barg!” I shouted.

“He has recovered,” she moaned. “He drank all my pussy juices.” She rose and staggered, her robes shaking.

Barg snarled, a growl of canine lust. I gasped as he bolted to his feet, ripping my hand from his dick. His eyes looked wild with lust. He grabbed Monica. She gasped as he spun her to the side and pressed her against the wall, his cock thrusting out hard before him.

“I am sorry, noble lady, but you have stirred something powerful in me!” He lunged down to kiss her.

A mailed hand thrust before his face and threw him back. The knight had spun around, murder in his eyes. Barg hit the opposite alley wall with a grunt, his cock twitching and throbbing. The knight stepped between him and the woman, hand on the sword hilt.

I rose to my feet and gasped, “Barg?”

His eyes fell on me with feverish heat. “Her juices have inflamed my blood to the point that thought is proving difficult.”

“Well, then fuck me,” I said, his eyes roaming my body. I gave him a wicked grin. “Just sati—”

Barg snarled with animal lust. My shapechanging lover grabbed my shoulders and slammed me into the wall. It was violent. Masculine. My pussy burst with delight. He kissed me hard, lips stained in sweet pussy juices. His hands slid down from my shoulder, stroking my skin while his cock humped at my hairless pussy, thrusting at me and sliding up my stomach.

I groaned, kissing him hard. His hands found the sides of my breasts. He squeezed and kneaded them. My clit ached as his cock’s tip struck it. It surged up against me. A frantic whine burst from his throat. He kissed me with such hunger.

Healing him had unleashed his animalistic passion. His hands squeezed my breasts as he kept thrusting at me, trying to get his cock in me but too lost to his lust to aim it properly. I had to help him.

I needed him in me.

I grabbed his cock and pressed it into my pussy. He thrust forward and this time he was in me. He rammed into me and fucked me hard with bestial lust. I gasped as he sank into me. My arms went around him, holding him as he pinned me to the wall.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, reveling in his cock surging in me. The pain in my cut hand faded as the pleasure rippled through me. “Mmm, use that pussy. You’re alive, Barg! You’re healed! You can fuck!”

“Indeed, I can,” he said, his face right before mine. He thrust hard, pinning me to the wall. The stones were rough on my back and rump. He felt incredible as he buried into me again and again. “You have quite the treasure between your thighs, you know that.”

“Mmm, I do,” I groaned, staring into my lover’s eyes. “So fuck me hard. Pump that dick in and out of me. Yes, yes, just like that! Oh, my god, bury that cock into me. Fuck me! Make me cum on you!”

He growled and then kissed me. His tongue thrust into my mouth. My thighs wrapped around him. I held him tight, my hips rotating from side to side, stirring his cock around inside my pussy. The pleasure rippled through my body. That incredible bliss built and built in me.

It sent me hurtling towards my next orgasm. That wonderful burst of bliss that would explode through my body. I groaned, my cunt clenching around him. I held him tight, reveling in his dick hammering me.

He pumped hard and deep into me. He fucked me hard. The power of his strokes rippled through my body. I groaned, kissing him with passion. My tongue danced with his. It was incredible to enjoy. I whimpered into his mouth.

He stroked me. Caressed me. His hands teased me. I trembled beneath him. I reveled in every hard plunge of his cock into my pussy. Because it meant he was alive. He had survived. We both had. I whimpered and groaned into the kiss.

My pussy drank in that hot friction. My nervous system conducted the bliss through my body.

My orgasm built.

His pubic bone slammed into my clit. The pleasure burst from my sensitive nub. The sparks surged through my body. I felt dizzy from the bliss. My tongue darted and danced through his mouth. My fingernails clawed at his back. My thighs squeezed about his waist. I held him tight.

His powerful strokes drove into me. They fucked me hard and fast. They buried to the hilt in my pussy. An incredible bliss. I whimpered and groaned, squeezing my cunt around on his big cock. His dick thrust so hard and deep into me.

I loved it.

I never wanted him to stop. He could fuck me like this forever. My tongue danced in his mouth. I reveled in the hot taste of him. The feel of his cock burying into my pussy again and again. The pleasure surged over me.

My pussy squeezed tight on him. My twat worshiped his cock as he buried into me over and over. It was incredible. His balls smacked into my taint. Heavy with his cum. I wanted him to spurt in me. I wanted his cum in me.

Maybe I should make a daughter out of his essence...

I broke the kiss and moaned, “Barg! Barg! Love you!”

“My thief!” he groaned. “You are indeed the most delightful thing in this world.”

“You’re just saying that because my pussy feels amazing on your dick!”

“Indubitably,” he panted. “But, still, you are a refreshing spring, a delight to sup from. I could drown in you happily.”

“Mmm, drowning in my cunt! Oh, yes, yes, ram that in me. Knot me!”

“Not wise to do here on the street,” he panted, “but my lusts are running wild. I appear unable to stop from fucking you with all my might.”

“Good! Good!” I shuddered, squirming my hips, rubbing my ass into the wall. “Use my body! You’re alive, Barg! You’re alive to fuck me again!”

“Something I am forever grateful to enjoy!”

He plunged that cock deep and hard into me. It was incredible. His dick slammed deep into my twat. He filled me to the hilt. I gasped out in pure rapture. It was a delight to experience. I squeezed my snatch around him as he buried so hard and deep into me. I whimpered and gasped. My pleasure surged towards that explosive release.