Chapter 30: Samui [2] (18+)

I held her against me for a long time.

Chakra continued to flow in a steady, warm current from my palms into her bare back. Sweat had long since soaked through every inch of my skin. It ran down my temples, dripped from my chin onto her shoulder, and matted my hair until the strands clung wetly to my forehead. Samui’s body was just as slick. Fine beads of moisture covered her shoulders, the valley between her breasts, the soft skin of her stomach. Every time another pulse of energy passed between us her muscles tensed and a fresh wave of heat rolled off her.

The fire had burned lower. Shadows moved slowly across the cave walls. Outside the snakes still hissed and scraped, but the sound had become background noise. All my focus stayed on the steady transfer and the soft, broken sounds leaving her throat.

"Mmm... ahh... hah..."

Her hips shifted against my lap in small, involuntary circles. Each time the chakra surged she pressed down harder, the slick heat of her sliding along the length of my cock. I kept my hands firm on her back and tried not to think about how good it felt.

Somewhere in the middle of the long transfer her eyes opened.

I felt the change immediately—the slight stiffening of her shoulders, the way her breathing hitched for a different reason. She looked down at our bodies. At her bare thighs straddling me. At the way her chest pressed against mine. At the clear evidence of how many times she had already come undone.

For a few seconds pure shock and anger flashed across her face. I could almost hear the first thought form behind her eyes: *He’s taking advantage of me while I’m injured.*

Then the next wave of chakra moved through her.

"Ahh... mmm... hah... yes..."

Her back arched. The dark remnants of bruising across her chest faded another shade. Understanding slowly replaced the anger. She could feel the wounds closing. She could feel the broken ribs knitting, the internal damage repairing itself under the steady flow of energy. Whatever this was, it was healing her.

That knowledge didn’t make the rest any easier.

Her inner turmoil played out across her face in small, helpless shifts. Shame. Confusion. A reluctant acceptance that this was the only reason she was still alive. And underneath all of it, the relentless, unwanted arousal the chakra kept forcing through her body. Every pulse made her hips roll forward again. Every pulse pushed another soft, broken moan past her lips.

"Mmm... ahh... I’m—hah..."

She came the first time with a sharp, muffled cry, thighs clamping hard around my hips. Clear fluid spilled across my lap and ran down over my cock, dripping onto the stone between us. She tried to stop moving. She couldn’t. The next surge of chakra dragged another climax out of her almost immediately.

"I’m sorry—ahh—mmm—I’m sorry—"

"It’s okay," I said quietly. My voice sounded rough even to my own ears. "I understand."

She shook her head against my shoulder, golden hair sticking to both our sweat-damp skin. The apology kept spilling out between moans.

"I’m sorry... hah... mmm... someone like me... older... experienced... and I’m—ahh—coming on you like this..."

Another climax hit her before she could finish the sentence. Her whole body shuddered. More of her release soaked my thighs and the ground beneath us until the stone was dark and slick. The air inside the cave grew thick with the scent of sex and sweat and woodsmoke. I kept the chakra flowing, jaw tight, trying to ignore the way her wet heat slid along my length with every helpless roll of her hips.

She came again. And again. Each time the apologies returned, quieter and more frayed.

"I’m sorry... mmm... ahh... I can’t stop... hah..."

"I know," I murmured. "Just take it. It’s working."

I lost track of how many times her body seized around me. The firelight painted everything in shifting gold and shadow. Sweat ran down the line of her spine under my palms. My own arms trembled from the constant output of chakra, but I didn’t stop. Not while the last of the external wounds were still closing.

Finally the flow of energy met no more resistance. The deep bruising had vanished completely. Her breathing had evened out. I slowly withdrew the chakra and let my hands rest lightly on her waist.

"How are you feeling?"

Samui tested her range of motion carefully. She lifted one hand, then the other. She turned her head from side to side. Surprise flickered across her face when no pain answered the movement.

"I think it worked," she said, voice still rough.

Relief hit me hard enough that I almost smiled. The worst of it was over. She was going to be—

A sharp, sudden cry cut the thought off.

Samui’s body jerked in my lap. Her hand flew to the center of her chest. Pain twisted her features so violently that for a second I thought the healing had reversed itself.

"What happened?" I asked, already scanning her skin for any sign of new injury. Nothing. The surface looked completely whole.

I looked at the empty air in front of me.

"System. She healed. So what is this?"

The blue screen appeared at once. The quest marker still glowed incomplete.

[The poison is still inside her body. You have to heal her internally.]

I stared at the words. Understanding settled in slowly, heavy and inevitable.

I looked at the glowing text and spoke the only question that remained.

"You mean..."

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