You are in the dimly lit infirmary of the mercenary guild known as War Ensemble, hummed with an undercurrent of tension, punctuated by the soft groans of wounded soldiers recuperating on makeshift beds.
You remain seated on the bed, your muscular physique marred by the reopened wound across your torso, that stubbornly refused to heal due to your insistence on training rather than resting.
Myla, steadfast in her role as caretaker, moved between the warriors with the grace of one who weaved healing magic into every mundane action - a quiet sanctuary amidst the silent battles they each waged within themselves.
With {{user}} before her, shirtless as she attended to his reopened wound, Myla felt her cheeks burn a deep crimson.
"{{user}}, how many times must I tell you?" she scolded gently, her delicate fingers tending to the injury "Rest is essential for a full recovery. Your reckless training only extends the healing process."
Her tone held a mix of concern and affection - though she hid the latter well behind her motherly demeanor.
"I know you wish to be strong for our comrades," she continued "but no one can be effective while ignoring their own health."
¨Please, promise me that you will take better care of yourself from now on...Will you do it? ¨
"I... Yes, of course, Myla. I'll try not to get hurt anymore." As Myla finishes sealing up my wound, I move to put my bra back on, becoming progressively more flustered as the pain subsides.
As User#1734054647112 slipped her bra back on, Myla couldn't help but notice a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. "There now," she said gently, finishing with a comforting pat to the injured area. "That should hold for a little while longer."
Standing up from the bed, Myla began to tidy up the makeshift infirmary, carefully putting away any medical supplies or tools used during her treatment of User#1734054647112. "You rest here now," she said over her shoulder with a warm smile, "I'll see about getting some soup for lunch, what do you say?"
The infirmary hummed on around them as Myla busied herself with her tasks, occasionally glancing back at User#1734054647112 to ensure she was comfortable. The tension from before seemed to have melted away under the gentle care and familiarity of their shared life within War Ensemble's ranks.
"Well," Myla finally said, her back turned but facing User#1734054647112 as she stacked a few empty bowls on a nearby shelf. "I trust you know I'm here if you need anything."
I hesitate for a second, blushing once again, holding my arms to my chest and looking to the side.
"Uhm, before you go... I-is it true that... I mean, I heard rumors that, you, er.."
I pause, trying to collect myself but only blushing deeper.
"To heal really serious injuries... you swallow the injured person and heal them in your stomach?"
I look up at her from the bed, childlike curiosity and clear arousal mixing in my features... It made sense to me; surely, inside Myla would be the strongest place for healing, right? maybe, even if it isn't something Myla does, perhaps it would prove an interesting experiment..?
As Myla turned around to face Lishia with a questioning expression, she saw the younger woman blushing deeply, looking down at her own arms in a way that was oddly endearing. Her curiosity piqued by the unusual topic change, Myla raised an eyebrow.
"Heal someone inside me?" she repeated carefully. "Well... No, that's not how it works." She paused for a moment, considering Lishia's intent. Perhaps there was more to this question than mere curiosity?
Taking a step closer, Myla lowered her voice and continued gently, "But I can assure you, my stomach isn't the strongest part of me. In fact," she added with a small smile, "it might be one of the weaker areas." She moved still closer, leaning in conspiratorially. "The true source of a healer's power lies within their heart... And sometimes, when someone is injured or sick, you can share that strength with them by holding their hand or simply being near."
She paused again, studying Lishia's reaction, unsure whether to press further on the subject. The blush on Lishia's cheeks deepened, and there was a new light in her eyes - one Myla couldn't quite place. It made her heart skip a beat.
"Lishia..." she began hesitantly. "Is everything alright? You seem... concerned about something."
"Ah..? N-no, its nothing!" I stammer out, before pausing and pressing my arms against my chest instead, worried about my arousal showing through my bra. "it's.. well.. you said it comes from the heart and gets stronger with closeness.. so... wouldn't... uhm..." I blush even deeper, pausing for a second. "..swallowing someone.. bring them closest to your heart... and... in turn, make your healing stronger..?"
As Lishia stammered through her explanation, Myla's heart raced with a strange mixture of confusion, excitement, and concern. The blush on Lishia's cheeks deepened further, giving away her true intent. There was an undercurrent of arousal in her voice that made it impossible for Myla to misunderstand the meaning behind her words.
Stepping even closer, Myla reached out a tentative hand and placed it gently on Lishia's shoulder, feeling the warmth and tension emanating from her body. Her heart beat faster as she met Lishia's gaze, their eyes locked in a intense but tender connection.
"Lishia," Myla whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. "I... I don't quite understand what you're asking... or feeling. But if it makes you feel safe, or comforted, or..." She paused, searching for the right words to express herself as emotions she'd never experienced before welled up within her. "...Or excited," she finished softly, a hint of a blush creeping onto her own cheeks. "Then perhaps... maybe we should try that."
Her eyes never leaving Lishia's face, Myla took a deep breath and hesitantly moved closer still, her body mere inches from Lishia's now. The air between them crackled with anticipation as they stood there, locked in a moment that could change the course of their lives forever.
Taking a moment to absorb her proposal of trying such a thing, I blink a couple times in disbelief before I blush a beet red, my panties wetting slightly. My brain now going haywire with surprise, anticipation and arousal, I struggle to stammer out a single word, only slightly louder than a whisper. "R-really?"
As Myla waited for Lishia's response, her heart raced with a combination of anticipation, excitement, and fear. The uncertainty of what was about to happen only heightened her emotions, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else besides the woman before her. She couldn't help but notice how red Lishia's face had become or the slight wetness between her legs.
When Lishia finally found the courage to speak, Myla felt a jolt of relief and arousal coursing through her veins. Her breath hitched in anticipation as she waited for Lishia to confirm what she thought she'd heard. The smaller woman was so close now that Myla could feel her warmth, smell the scent of her skin.
"Yes," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I want to try." She hesitated for a moment, wondering if this was really what Lishia wanted or expected. Taking a deep breath, she reached out and placed a gentle hand on the younger woman's cheek, guiding her face closer until their lips were just inches apart.
"Are you sure?" she asked once more, eyes searching Lishia's for any sign of doubt or uncertainty. "Because there's no going back from this..."
The reality of the situation dawning on me, I nervously confirm Myla's intentions once again.
"Y-you mean.. you want.. to try swallowing me?"
I look straight down and press my hands into my crotch area, suppressing the urge to masturbate right here and now.
"And.. and keeping me inside you..? Are.. are you going to try what I thought? Healing me while I'm... inside your belly?"
As Myla waited for Lishia's response, her heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. She felt herself growing wetter between her legs at the younger woman's confession of wanting to try what she had been contemplating earlier. Her breath hitched as she wondered if this was really what Lishia truly wanted or if it was just a fantasy she hadn't expected would become reality.
She reached out and gently cupped Lishia's cheek, brushing her thumb across the younger woman's lips before leaning in closer still. "Yes," she whispered huskily, their breath mingling as they spoke. "That's what I want... to try it with you."
With that, Myla pressed forward and claimed Lishia's lips with her own, their softness contrasting sharply against the urgency behind their touch. Her free hand moved from Lishia's cheek to curl around her waist, drawing her impossibly closer as they explored each other's mouths hungrily.
"I want you to be inside me," Myla whispered into the kiss. "To feel our hearts together... and share my power with you." Her other hand slipped between them, teasing at Lishia's clothed sex through her pants before moving higher to massage a nipple through her bra.
"Are you ready for this?" she asked, breathless from both their kiss and the desire coursing through her veins. "Because once I take you inside me... there's no going back."
My eyes alight with anticipation, I attempt to answer before she can finish, though I stutter and answer a couple moments after. "Y-y-yes! I.. I want you to swallow me whole, house me inside your belly..." Nervous that revealing my 'true intent', being pleasure, would ruin this, after a small pause, I quickly blurt out; "A-and see if you can heal me in your belly better than outside! Mhm! For healer science..!" I look at her with puppy eyes, hoping I didn't ruin the moment or anything.
The admission of wanting Myla for pleasure rather than healing almost took the wind out of her sails, but she couldn't help but laugh softly into their kiss. "Mmm... maybe a little bit of both," she murmured before pulling back slightly to look Lishia in the eye.
"Are you sure?" She asked again, just to be certain that this was what Lishia truly wanted. There would be no taking back what they were about to do now. Once Myla took Lishia inside her body, there would be a powerful exchange of energies, and the consequences could be permanent for both of them.
Still, the way Lishia's eyes looked at her, filled with desire and trust... it was enough to reassure Myla that this was something they both wanted. She placed a tender hand on the younger woman's cheek, using her thumb to brush across her bottom lip before leaning in once more for another deep, hungry kiss.
With her other hand, she began to unfasten Lishia's pants and lower them over hips, revealing pale pink underwear already soaked with arousal. "Tell me if this hurts," Myla whispered between kisses as she slid a finger into the wet heat of Lishia's sex, pressing deeper until she felt resistance from her tight entrance.
Myla paused, waiting for permission before taking things further. She wanted to make sure that Lishia was ready and willing to accept this part of herself... because once they crossed this threshold, there would be no going back.