The Heal Slut: Part Two [MF, MFF] [Fantasy]

**The Heal Slut: Part Two – A Spell of Lust**

*Warning for Dubious Consent, though it really isn’t.*

Marcia smiled at she picked a bright purple flower and set it gently in her wicker basket. It was the three Gildfil she found today, good luck if there was ever a sign. And a potion made with the three of them and then drank on the day of Longest Sun would give the drinker more power with light spells until next year.

The forest was quiet today and the peace of the last several weeks seemed to help her recover her energy from her last battle with the little evil goblins up north. Her leg was healed, at least, from the black blade that cut her and wasn’t able heal with her normal magic.

Her Healer robes seemed to get heavier, though, and brought Marcia out of the sweet mood she was in. A pulse of energy reached her in the next second and came from the east and towards the Liver Road. Marcia sighed to herself and urged her feet forward, placing the basket in a tree hallow that she would have to pass to return home. Hopefully it would be safe, if not.. at least next year would bring a new bloom of the Gildfil.

The magic was familiar to Marcia, but not something she wanted to deal with. But her duties as guardian of the villager and her duties to the Light wouldn’t let her ignore the clear sign of danger. As she came upon the road, she found the first wounded. A short, thin dwarf was propped against a rock, dried blood on his scalp and an arrow to the stomach.

“Sir, are you alive?” Marcia called out as she approached, warily holding her short sword in one hand and her wand in the other. His eyes opened and looked toward her, shoulders drooping as he sighed.

“Aye. I’m a bit worse for the wear, but I fear I will survive. Others may not and they are more important. My caravan was headed this way and goblins attacked me. Neither of them got away, but I wasn’t able to warn my comrades.” The man spoke slowly and with care for his wound, holding the areas around the arrow to keep it still. Marcia finally noticed the two slain goblins at the other end of the clearing, both with arrows sticking out of their heads.

“I can heal you..” Marcia began, biting her lip as she glanced towards the east as she felt another pulse of energy.

“Go. Worry about the others first. I’m not going to die today.” He tried to reassure her, but only made her worry more. Finally, she nodded and pulled a small vial from her robe and handed it to him.

“Its only a minor potion, but should help you if you need to move.” Marcia told him before hurrying towards the road, running as fast as her robes would let her. The sounds of battle approached quickly. Carts and horses were in disarray, but a group of women and children stood at the head, the women with swords drawn and several of the older children with bows.

“You are a healer?” A woman stepped forward from the front, eyeing Marcia suspiciously for a second, then firmed herself and pointed towards the rear. “The battle is back there, Orks attacked the back of the caravan. I’m sure many are wounded. Please help.” The woman urged and Marcia nodded with conviction as she urged her pace past the group. None of them appeared wounded, at least.

At last, Marcia found the battle. Several Orks, probably around 6 or 7, battled a larger group of humans. The orks were more skilled and far more aggressive and Marcia spotted several dead warriors closer to the carts. The warriors at least were slightly pushing the Orks away with sheer manpower.

A burst of energy, more potent than any before alerted Marcia that these weren’t the ones that needed her help. She moved beyond the group, though she managed a killing blow on an Ork that was distracted by the magic in the air as well. She came to the end of the caravan just in time to see the effects of the spell.

A large man with bright pink, nearly red skin stood holding a sword that seemed to purr with energy. Just beyond him stood a Ork Priestess, one Marcia was familiar with. Sybil was a contradiction. On one hand, she loved life and dedicated herself to nature and fertility, learning and mastering Lust magics. On the other hand, she let parties such as this against regular people, often killing many of them and kidnapping any women and girls that wear able to bare children.

From Sybil’s staff was a faint string of a spell, pink mist that wrapped around the man’s head, slowly traveling down his body now. It was intoxicating to simply witness the lust magic that gripped him, stilling Marcia’s thoughts and focusing them towards the strong man.

“Tirron. It has been so long since you have felt wetness around your cock. I’m sure there is a woman here, aroused by the battle so and the sight of your strength, willing to take you and let you take her.” Sybil’s voice was deep, husky, and seemed to slip into Marcia’s ears even as it gripped the man, Tirron, and his mind completely.

With a wave of her staff, Tirron’s clothes began to peel away from his body in front of Sybil. His leather armor peeled away, falling to the ground and leaving him in under clothes. And then those disappeared as well. From her viewpoint, Marcia could see his scars, his strong muscles, and especially his aching hardness.

Marcia felt the lust rise within herself in response to the sight, and perhaps to Sybil’s spell. But her mind was lost and she stepped forward before she could stop herself. But the battle behind her was still raging and distracted her away from the magic forming in front of her.

In that moment, Marcia felt Sybil’s mistake and witnessed it a moment later. The spell of lust that gripped Tirron’s mind would pull on his lust, pull on his feelings, pull on his cock to lead him towards the nearest female that would mate with him.

Marcia would have been the nearest female, she knew she would give into him in a heartbeat, but one female was closer and Sybil didn’t set up a protective field before hand.

Tirron stepped closer to Sybil and batted away her staff as she began to wave it around. The look of understanding and fear crossed the priestess’s face in the next moment. Tirron’s large hands gripped her waist and pulled her to him, pressing their lips together.

Sybil yielded easily, Marcia knew she accepted the magic and knew there was no escape without her staff. Sybil gave in so thoroughly that she helped Tirron as he stripped her. Straps of leather came off and her thin dress fell to the ground, revealing her pale green body. Her breasts were large and nipples pierced, her stomach taut, her nether’s furred with light brown hair that was trimmed into a four pointed star.

Her thighs were wet already and Tirron’s hand pressed down her body as he pressed his lips to hers once more. His fingers pressed at her sex, not hesitating as he pushed fingers into her wetness and split her green lips. Sybil broke the kiss and gasped out as he forced her to the ground and pressed between her legs.

Marcia saw her cunt for a split second before the large pink cock found it and pushed into the waiting Ork woman. The battle seemed to be winding down behind her and Marcia forced herself to look away as Tirron urgently coupled with the priestess.

Marcia closed her eyes as she heard the moans of pleasure, the grunts of need, the squelching sound. Her own lust quivered and urgently presented itself to her, telling her that pleasure could be hers. She could be next, Marcia knew the spell wouldn’t end so easily. Tirron could fuck every woman hear and have need for others, until his lust was fully sated.

The horns on his head, the dangerous magic that swirled underneath his skin, told her of his demonic heritage and she knew he wouldn’t be sated.

Marcia prepared, instead of giving into the urges. She turned back to the warriors and found the battle over. Several of them watched as their comrade fucked their enemy senseless.

“You must get to the village!” Marcia told them, one of them stepped forward and nodded, frowning as he looked towards Tirron.

“I am in charge head. My name is Harvey. I can’t leave Tirron under that bitch’s spell.” Harvey insisted, as if he would charge forward and stop the mating himself. Marcia shook her head and instead pressed her hand to a wound on his shoulder, healing it with a muttered spell.

“You must. If these women aren’t gone by the time he is done, he will fuck them as well. I can help him, but I must be the only one here. Do you understand?” Marcia tried to explain as she heard the priestess climax, screaming out as pleasure gripped her body and mind.

“We will go to the village. Please take care of Tirron. I owe him gold, if not our very lives for holding off the priestess and saving many of these warriors. What is your name?” Harvey turned and barked orders to the remaining warriors to get the caravan moving and now.

“My name is Marcia. Tell Talfen what has happened. I met a friend of yours up the road as well, he is very wounded but alive. Please, go now.” Marcia turned away finally as Harvey walked away. The caravan began to move as the wounded and dead were loaded up.

Marcia walked as close to the couple as she dared, biting her lip as she felt the magic tensing around them. If Sybil hadn’t set up a spell for preventing pregnancy, she may very well have this man’s child in many months. Marcia didn’t doubt it as she felt her legs tremble, climax approaching like a storm.

Forcing herself through the haze and the building pleasure within her loins, she waved her wand several times and set a ward in front of her. It would trigger when he crossed it, as he inevitably would.

Marcia staggered as her eyes fell upon the couple once more. Sybil’s legs wrapped around his hips as best they could, his hips thrust viciously at her and his groans of pleasure rose up and mingled with her cries of intense pleasure.

At once, the air twisted and seemed to suck all the life and mingled with the stillness in the air. Marcia felt it as if all things non-pleasure were being sucked out of her body and mind through her pussy. It buzzed, tingled, called on the only remaining thing, the pleasure.

“Fuck!” Marcia cried as she fell to her knees and felt the exact moment that he began to cum within Sybil. All three of them came, climax taking them like a burning fire that spread everywhere at once. Marcia felt her orgasm as intensely as any she had felt before, perhaps all of them at once.

Sybil felt it as semen pumped into her, even as his cock still pushed deeply into her. Her womb would take it all in and, Marcia had no doubt now, produce a child from this moment, mingled in the magic of its parents.

Tirron felt it more strongly than either of them, feeling the magic pulsing with the orgasm, the utter pleasure and utter relief that this gave. His magic felt so much stronger now and able to overtake the spell. His mind returned in the moments afterward and he realized what happened.

Marcia watched in blinking eyes as the man pushed away from the ork priestess, cock oozing the last of his seed and slick from her wetness. He wore a victorious smirk as he leaned over her.

“Hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.” He declared, growling as he eyed her used cunt and the seed seeping from her.

“Believe me, I did.” Sybil laughed, eyes finally lighting upon me through the haze of pleasure slipping away.

“Someone else did as well, lover Tirron. Don’t you sense her arousal, the smell of her pussy.” Sybil’s words turned Tirron around and his eyes fell upon Marcia for the first time. The magic gripped him, but he fought it his time.

“Who are you?” Tirron growled as he resisted the step forward his body took.

“I am Marcia. I came to help with the battle and your fight against the priestess. The caravan has went to the village.” Marcia told him, eyeing him as his cock began to harden once more.

“Marcia, you must go as well. I can feel the spell. It won’t let me stop it. Please go.” Tirron took another step and Marcia almost obeyed him, the magic wouldn’t let her leave now.

“I can’t, Tirron. The magic has me as well.” Marcia frowned and lifted her wand, sending a fire spell at the spot the priestess laid in before she darted away.

“Good luck, dearest loves. Marcia, it was so good to see you again and know I have my revenge for our last battle. Tirron, when you wish to see me again..” Sybil grabbed her clothes and staff with a wave of her hand. “You can find out where I am.” Sybil disappeared with a wave of her staff, leaving the two of us alone on the road.

“Marcia..” Tirron growled as he took several steps forward then. Marcia bit her lip, closing her eyes as she felt the magic of her ward jump up and grip him. The magical irons gripped the core of his being, even deeper than the magic of the lust spell.

“Tirron. We don’t have long. I’m going to take you back to my home and try to find a way to get rid of the lust spell. I have you under a calming ward and you must follow me. Okay?” Marcia urgently told him. She still felt the pull of the spell and knew if he didn’t agree, both of them might give into the spell once more.

“I trust you, Marcia. I will follow you.” Tirron said with some emotion in his voice, gratitude perhaps. Marcia nodded and felt the spell slip away for now. She helped him dressed quickly, though she didn’t touch him. After grabbing his sword, she led the way down the road. The caravan was much further now and the wounded dwarf was gone, though his blood still stained the grass and the rock.

Marcia hoped and she hoped. She had a book at home that may have this spell and the way to dispel it. Sybil would have been able to, but she was apparently unwilling. Marcia thought to herself that if she wasn’t there, Sybil may have let the spell go. Or she would her urged him to fuck every woman there.

Marcia hoped she could help him and stop that fate.

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