The Heal Slut: Part Five [MF] [Fantasy]

**The Heal Slut: Part Five – The Night**

Tirron felt a strange pull on his magic, bringing his eyes open as he tried to place the feeling. He felt different in the wake of the breaking of the spell and his coupling with Marcia. His energy and her’s were still twisted around each other and Tirron didn’t know how to separate them in the moment as he woke up and sat up in bed, carefully sliding his arm around around her soft body.

The pull came on their combined energy once more and made his senses go on alert. It felt like an alarm that was set outside and he understood in the next moment. Briefly, he wondered why her ward would alert him and she still slept peacefully.

Instead of dwelling on the thought, he slid out of bed and put on his underclothes and grabbed his sword, heading outside with soft steps. It was dark, well past midnight now and Tirron didn’t know who would be heading out here this late.

Tirron was surprised to see Harvey standing just beyond the wards, looking through them as if he couldn’t see Tirron approaching. Tirron quickened his step and pushed through the wards, appearing in front of his boss.

“Harvey. You shouldn’t be out here so late.” Tirron growled as Harvey’s worried look turned into surprise.

“I was worried about you. I couldn’t sleep at all. We lost enough of our fellows tonight without you joining them. I’d ask if you were okay, but..” Harvey’s scowl turned into a smirk as he observed Tirron’s lack of armor and general relaxed energy.

“Marcia and I managed to break the priestess’s spell and well.. we formed a bond that won’t be broken easily. Who did we lose?” Tirron asked as he stilled his feelings.

“Sorry to say, Pitrin was foremost among the dead. Most of those close to the beginning of the battle say he saw the enemy before they took him down and rallied the other soldiers.” Harvey explained, laying a hand on Tirron’s shoulder. It was little comfort, even though he saw the dead body and knew him as the first dead.

“Erik, Mival, and Vincent were killed outright by the Orks, and Taran Aldmin died from blood loss before we arrived at the village. Thankfully, we recovered Thodek on the way, he was wounded but your healer helped him.” Harvey seemed relieved by that news at least.

“Marcia is very talented. I owe her my life as it is.” Tirron nodded and the two men shared a brief smile.

“Just so. Most of us owe our lives to you and her as well then. We’ll be staying in the village for a few days, then head deeper inland towards Topin and Reklet. I will leave the decision on you if you plan to join us. Think it over, talk with your healer. Perhaps you have a place here now.” Harvey told Tirron, as if he could sense the magic energy that intertwined the two and knew of the circumstances that gripped Tirron’s heart.

“Harvey..” The quarter demon frowned and glanced back at the house. Harvey nudged him playfully.

“Like I said, think about it. You are welcome with us, of course. Even Marcia would be welcome, a healer would never be turned away.” He joked, smiling as he tried to cut the tension in Tirron’s shoulders.

“I couldn’t bare to tear her away from her home. There may be.. complications regarding my relationship with the ork woman as well.” Tirron leaned against a tree, sighing.

“I see. I imagine there was some fertility magic inherent to a spell like that.” Harvey skirted around the issue. “Regardless, I hope you are well. If you need me, I’ll be in the village at the Packen and Rush Inn.”

“Let me know if there is anything I can do for you in the meantime. I’ll consider my options and tell you. Goodnight, Harvey. Be careful heading back.” Tirron bowed slightly to the older man and turned back towards the house, stepping through the wards once more.

Tirron felt Marcia stir as he entered the building, discarding his clothes and sword once more. Marcia was sitting up as he came into the bedroom, looking at him with her bright green eyes that made his heart quiver.

“Everything okay?” She asked in a sleepy voice, though her eyes were alert. He nodded and eyed her for a moment. She was still nude and looked gorgeous in the faint moonlight that filtered through the window.

“Yes. Harvey was searching for me, but he is headed back now.” Tirron replied to her as he stepped closer to the bed and closer to the girl. She smiled at him softly and turned faintly red under his gaze. She shifted and pulled the soft fur blanket over her body.

“Come lay down?” Marcia asked she held the corner nearest him open. He gave in and slid under the blanket and pressed close to her, wrapping his arms around her as she laid her head on his shoulder once more.

“You were able to feel the wards?” Marcia asked as she made herself comfortable against him. He nodded and ran his hand along her spine, slowly relaxing her.

“Yes. It was foreign to me, but I think because our magic is still mixed together, it recognized me as someone that should be alerted.” Tirron’s words and his hand seemed to lull the girl back into a light sleep, her light breathing was lovely to his ears, though Tirron himself far too awake now with thoughts swarming through his brain.

He was connected to this girl now, far more intimately than he expected even as she took him back to her home to research the spell. He expected they would fuck eventually, he would repay her for the work of ending the spell, then he would return to his job and eventually leave town.

But he didn’t just fuck her, her made love to her and together their souls and their magic bonded in the effort to destroy the spell. Even now, he could only find the faintest wisps of the mist within his mind in the darkest corners, but it found no refuge to reproduce and grip him once more.

The other consequence was one that was still settling, the potential for children. Tirron hadn’t thought about children before, had never settled down with a woman long enough to care. Neither did he know how to be a father. His own was strict, controlling, and contrasted utterly with his careful mother.

But both of them were dead and offered little comfort for him now, on another continent, in another place. Tirron frowned to himself as he considered briefly that he wouldn’t be a good father.

Tirron’s gaze turned to the girl in his arms and the rolling magic he felt within her. She would be a woman worth settling down for and learning how to be a parent. She equaled him in her magical might and the urge to help people.

She knew the risks when they joined to break the spell. She accepted that she may end up being a mother, being a parent to his child. Even with his demonic blood, she accepted him. Tirron wasn’t sure what influenced her to make the decision. He would have to ask her and figure out the best choice to make for both of them.. in the morning.

For now, his mind seemed to slow and he finally began to relax. Nothing would be solved by staying awake with his unending thoughts. He pressed closer to Marcia, kissing the top of her hair softly before laying back once more and letting sleep grip him finally.

~~~~~~

Sybil smirked at her husband, eyes watching as he raged. They were secluded, now, inside their shack outside the cave that held some of their goblin brethren. Letam was angry, the entire raid today went wrong and even worse, his pride was damaged.

Sybil didn’t feel guilty, nor responsible, about the death of their warriors nor the man that fucked her and almost certainly planted the seed of a child within her. Already, she could feel his energy swirling around inside of her, building and firming as it found an egg willing.

Instead, she felt victorious. Her love for Letam had not diminished in the years since they were married and took command of the clan together, instead it had only grown and pushed her towards making a child to take over for them someday, if he were powerful enough.

Now, she was sure the demon spawn would be more than powerful enough to lead the clan and even powerful enough to kill Letam should the current chief survive until then. The warriors they lost in the raid were a sacrifice that would only work in her favor.

The clan could reduce its aggression while some of the younger orks learned more and became ready for battle. Letam would certainly pull back and focus on the still living, but right now he was focused on one particular fact.

“Sybil, why must you carry the child of a human? I’m not infertile, no matter what your magic says.” Letam raged, throwing an axe against the wall, embedding it firmly in the wood.

“You know why our child must not be of your blood. It has nothing to do with your fertility. Believe me, we could have a child easily. You wish to break the clan with a future leader of your own blood, just as Yabit tried to do. Remember, you are the one that killed him for the good of the clan.” Sybil explained in the patient tone that usually brought Letam out of his rage.

Instead, it only made it worse as he growled and gripped her around the waist, throwing her roughly on the large bed that occupied the north end of the room. Sybil bit her lip as she glared up at her mate and lover, Letam.

His skin was dark green and tall. His arms were large from wielding a great axe for many years and he was built perfectly for an Ork. From his bottom lips, two tusks pointed up and to each side, sharp points that turned her on. His hair was long, black, and braided into many loops that ended around his waist.

Letam reached forward and tore her clothes away, luckily she was only wearing a thin shirt since she removed her priestess robes that were already soiled by the ground. His rough hands pushed at her shoulders and she laid back, watching him as he took out his anger.

“Of all the men you have fucked.. a god’s damn human.” He scowled fiercely, nude in a second as he forced his clothes off. His cock was long and thick, bigger than the human’s at least, but colored a light green and the head was closer to purple than not.

“And we shall have a powerful child that can take over for you one day. He shall have horns, as well as tusks.” Sybil purred as she felt him come up between her thighs and roughly push into her. She moaned as he pushed into her.

She thought of telling him how similar it was to Tirron’s lust fueled aggressive, but knew he was already so far gone that it might end up more violent than she wanted so close to the conception of her child.

Their coupling didn’t last long, Letam was so far gone into his anger and taking it out on her through lust that his point was reached far more quickly than normal. Sybil closed her eyes, focusing on her own building pleasure and the lovely thoughts that filtered through her mind.

Perhaps an hour or so after she returned to the clan’s grounds, Sybil felt her connection to Tirron burst. The spell collapsed and the woman knew the only way it would end was through Tirron mating with a magical, most likely Marcia. The rivalry between the two only continued, but connected them far more deeply than before. If they were both to be mothers to the child of the demon descended, they would have to learn to be more than enemies.

Sybil admitted to herself, if no one else, that the thought of Marcia and Tirron brought her closer to the edge now than her thrusting mate. And the feeling of Marcia’s orgasm earlier brought her thoughts far closer to attraction for the human than the ork thought possible.

“Fuck!” Letam growled suddenly and Sybil felt his hot seed inside of her, pushing deeply into her stretched cunt and bringing her to her own brink. One last thought pushed her over the edge, Tirron’s cock bursting inside of her once more.

Sybil’s orgasm spread throughout her entire body, squeezing around Letam and echoing from her lips in delightful moans. Her lover finally calmed as her magic spread around them and bared down on him. They were as one for the brief moment and pressed hard together, arms wrapped around and keeping them close.

“I love you, Letam.” Sybil gasped, gripping him as her orgasm slowly ebbed away, her energy still wrapped around them firmly.

“I know.” Letam sighed as he pressed his lips to hers briefly, then rolled off of her and sat at the edge of the bed. “I can’t stop these feelings, but I will love you until I die.” Letam dressed in silence, took one last glance at her still nude form on the bed, then fled into the growing darkness.

Sybil smiled to herself and shifted her hips, feeling her lover’s cum still mingling inside of her with the other cum that was deep into her. She may no effort to cleanse herself of either seed and hoped in some way that it influenced the child to be both a powerful demon descendant, ork, and magic user.

Sybil chanted a spell to herself, whispering words that would at least guarantee her child’s safety for the night and that love would bare them forward. Sybil fell asleep with a smile on her lips.

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2 comments

  1. Glad to see another part before bed tonight!

    Well done, DamnedOne, lovely story.

  2. I just keep waiting every day for another story to come out and these stories just get better and better I loved this one! Keep writing!

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