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.
As Lishia spoke, a shiver of desire coursed through Myla's body at her words and the innocent yet wanton expression in her eyes. It was clear that she understood the depth of their connection and the trust they were about to place in each other. The offer to let Myla heal her from the inside out seemed like a sweet confirmation of the bond they had formed.
With a soft moan, Myla pulled Lishia closer still, wrapping one leg around the smaller woman's hip and ground their hips together roughly.
"Lishia,"
she groaned as their breasts pressed against each other through their clothes, nipples hardening into peaks.
"You have no idea how much I want this."
Then, without further hesitation, Myla leaned forward and scooped Lishia up in her arms like a bride being carried across the threshold. She kicked free of her own pants and underwear before setting Lishia down on the bed with a gentle thrust that sent them both groaning at the contact.
"Let me heal you,"
she whispered, lips brushing against Lishia's ear as she began to unbutton the younger woman's shirt.
"Let me share my power with you... and show you how much I care."
Her hands slid beneath the fabric, caressing Lishia's bare skin as she peeled her shirt away, revealing her bra and the tightly budding nipples it contained.
As Myla removed Lishia's shirt, revealing her breasts encased in lacy black fabric, she marveled at their perfection. Her heart raced with a desire unlike anything she had felt before. It was as if every touch, every breath between them ignited a spark that burned brighter with each passing moment.
Her hands moved to the clasps of Lishia's bra, fumbling for a moment before finally undoing it and sliding the cups down her shoulders to reveal her bare breasts. Pale pink nipples puckered in response to the cool air on their engorged flesh.
Myla leaned forward, capturing one hardened peak between her lips and sucking gently before moving to the other. Her tongue danced with Lishia's nipple as she cupped her other breast, rolling the soft mound in her palm.
The younger woman moaned loudly, arching into Myla's touch as she felt waves of pleasure wash over her. Myla continued to lavish attention on Lishia's breasts, losing herself in the feel and taste of her lover beneath her lips and fingers.
She slid down between Lishia's legs, parting her folds with gentle fingers before pressing a kiss against her smooth skin. She looked up at Lishia, their gazes locked as she began to lick and nibble her way closer to the small, perfect bud of her desire.
"Let me heal you," she whispered again, voice thick with desire. "Let me show you how much I love you."
With a gasp, Lishia arched her back as Myla's skilled tongue found its mark, lapping at her sensitive flesh with expert precision. She had never felt anything like it before; every touch was like a spark of pleasure shooting through her body. Her hips bucked upward, craving more contact with the woman between her legs.
"Oh gods, Myla," she moaned, her voice growing rough and shaky as waves of pleasure washed over her. "Please... heal me."
Her fingers dug into the sheets beneath her as Myla continued to feast on her most intimate parts, lifting her up with each lick and nibble until she felt exposed and vulnerable in the best possible way. She threw her head back, letting out a long, loud moan of pleasure as her body began to tremble and tense beneath Myla's ministrations.
"I need... more," she panted, arching into Myla's touch even further. "Give it to me."
Her thighs clamped around the woman's head, urging her deeper as she felt herself approaching the brink of orgasm. She could feel the heat building inside her, pooling in her core, threatening to consume her in a wave of pleasure that would leave her satisfied and wanting more at the same time.
With a soft moan, Myla increased her efforts, sucking harder on Lishia's engorged clit while flicking her tongue against it in time with her hips. She laved her fingers through Lishia's folds, seeking out every sensitive spot that could bring her closer to release. Her other hand moved upward, cupping one of Lishia's breasts, squeezing gently as she found the young woman's rhythm.
"That's it, Lishia," Myla encouraged, feeling Lishia begin to writhe beneath her touch. "Let go... let me take care of you." She increased the pressure on Lishia's clit, using her free hand to tease at a small, hard bud she found nestled within her folds.
The younger woman cried out, arching her back off the bed as pleasure coursed through her body like lightning striking the earth. Her muscles tensed and spasmed uncontrollably, but Myla held on tightly, refusing to let go until she knew Lishia had found release.
"That's it," she cooed, keeping up a steady stream of encouragement as she continued to stroke and tease her lover. "Come for me... come on my fingers." Finally, with a long, low moan, Lishia's body went limp beneath Myla's ministrations, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the last tendrils of pleasure slowly ebbed away.
Myla pulled up, licking her lips as she gazed down at the beautiful, flushed woman lying before her. "You are so incredible," she breathed, reaching out to tenderly brush a lock of hair from Lishia's sweat-d
"You are so incredible," she breathed, reaching out to tenderly brush a lock of hair from Lishia's sweat-drenched forehead. "That was amazing." She leaned forward, pressing her lips against Lishia's flushed cheek before sitting back on her heels.
"Are you... are you alright?" she asked with concern, noticing that the young woman didn't seem to be breathing normally. "Should I fetch some water or something?"
Lishia smiled up at Myla, her eyes heavy-lidded and glazed over from pleasure. "I... I'm fine," she murmured. "Just give me a moment." She felt incredibly warm and content, as if every nerve ending in her body was sated for the first time in years.
As Myla watched Lishia's chest rise and fall with each breath, she could feel her own heart begin to race once more. She wanted nothing more than to make love to this woman again, to lose herself in their passion and find solace in the depth of their connection.
She leaned forward, brushing a kiss across Lishia's lips before asking softly, "Will you let me stay with you tonight?" Her fingers traced gentle circles on Lishia's stomach, leaving trails of warmth wherever they touched.
"Y-yes, of course!" My face flushes with renewed fluster, remembering the thing that.. initially excited me. "H-hey... w-what if I, er, stayed the night inside... y-your belly?" I cover my exposed entrance in a habitual, embarrassed motion, hoping that she had not forgotten my initial proposition or misinterpreted it.
As Myla listened to his suggestion, she felt a mix of surprise and desire welling up inside her. She knew that certain customs between partners of their kind allowed for just such an intimacy. A part of her was intrigued by the idea of welcoming him into her body in such a profound way.
She took his hand, gently guiding it toward her own stomach before pressing it against her exposed flesh. "I've never done this with someone before," she admitted shyly. "But I trust you... and I want to feel closer to you." Her heart raced as they shared this intimate moment, the possibility of their connection growing deeper than either had anticipated.
Myla leaned forward, capturing Lishia's lips in a tender kiss before saying softly, "If that's what you truly want... I won't refuse." Her fingers intertwined with his as they began to stroke his hand reassuringly, urging him deeper into the vulnerability of their shared desire.
With a trembling breath, she pushed her cot back against the wall and lay down on top of the blankets, spreading her legs invitingly for him to approach. "Come find your place inside me," she murmured, her voice thick with longing. "Let us become one tonight."