A Hell Of An Awakening

Roland groaned as he felt the imp’s lips slowly pull away from his dick. The little devil licked her lips feverishly before rising up to full height, which wasn’t much, to begin with, as flushed cheeks filled her tone. “I’ll admit that rest was probably a tad short, but come on! I was getting peckish!”

Roland felt his eye-roll in her direction. The red devil’s “snack” lasted well over eight hours longer than her first. Yet he couldn’t explain it, he didn’t feel drained. A tad exhausted maybe, but even that seemed to be fading. The aches he felt in his leg and arms were gone as well. As for his torso, it was as if someone strapped a harness on him, caressing the muscles from the inside.

The Imp raised an eyebrow as he slowly got up, noting the surprise on his face, “Wha? You didn’t think I was gonna leave you a cripple did ya? I did say I’d help ya, well, be with ya for all eternity...Same thing really.” The imp chuckled and her gaze narrowed in his direction, as a claw traced against the gauze that covers his left eye. “How odd, this seemed to have been messed with.” She peeled off the gauze to give it a more proper view before frowning, “Hmm? Did they remove it? A simple regeneration spell would have done the trick. Even those hacks at the church should have known that.”

Roland gave a confused look, “Wha? I mean, I’m sure that it was a crushed grape by the time I fell. That and Belle said that uh...Restoration magic can only do so much? That there are limits.”

Ahva shook her head. “There are limits on the USER, NOT the afflicted. It would be one thing if you needed new arms and legs. But an eye? There was no need to take it! None whatsoever….Unless you’re a sadist I suppose.” She pressed a claw forward into his socket, only to meet caved skin and air. “Well, I guess there’s no helping it! You’re going to need a replacement!

The imp moved a hand across her cheek towards the shrouded side of her face, before balling her fist and withdrawing her paw, “Alrighty, Just have mine!”

Roland simply blinked as he took an instinctive step back. “Wha?”

“What?” She cocked her head, before giving a small giggle, “Ooooh, Don’t worry! I already grew it back. Now come on you big baby, it’ll only sting a tad!”

She slowly hovered toward him, an impish smile growing wider as she inched closer, “Now standstill. I don’t wanna jam it in the wrong way! The nerves got to connect all proper like!”

Roland turned and attempted to further himself from her, just for the flowers to melt into a void of blending colors. The world slowed and his movements turned sluggish, walking felt more like slogging through a muddy river.

Then he felt a claw poke his shoulder and turned. The Imp still had her smile on her fist revved back locked and loaded, “Ah! This is for your own good! Now, show me that peephole!” She flicked his forehead, getting a wince in response, and as he opened his eyes, he felt her claw dig into his eye socket.

He screamed as he hit the floor with a hard thud. The smell of fresh meadow and roses gone, replaced with honey...and baked goods?

He opened his eyes, well the one that wasn’t covered, and scanned his surroundings. A glass chandelier met his gaze as it rattled their chimes and illuminated the room. It was a nice room.

Premium lodgings in the hills had nothing on the pristine carvings that were etched into the wood, nor the view that shined through the window. He could hear the carriages and the morning shuffle from the window. Much more prominent than the norm.

He rose to his feet, a chill hitting him as he clutched the nearby bed. The pain and numbness in his arm and leg were gone, a tad tender, but nowhere as much of a hindrance as it was before. “Looks like Ahva pulled through”, he thought as his hand went to his head bandage, “but what about-”

He froze as he heard a loud thump from behind him, Along with a groan of pain, “Owwwwwie. Trust me to forget I left the door unlocked...”

Rose climbed to her feet, dusting off a very messy apron and sugar-coated hair, “You scared the daylights outta me!” She looked up from her blouse, “I thought you fell out of the bed and hurt…”

Her words fell short as her round face turned beet red, eyes wide as a mousy squeak left her throat.

“Leave it to the town klutz to make a scene,” said a lighter British accent, A pale woman appeared in the doorway. Hair combed to present her ears, Elven ears, “Figured that you were lying past those donkey lips of yours, So who's the supposed…” The elve’s words dropped as well, her cheeks taking on a cherry color.

A snicker flowed through his head as he felt the breeze hit his frame once more, “Oopsies!! Guess I should’ve said I shredded your garments. Don’t worry tho! I’m sure you made those two make a mess in their knickers! Enjoy the morning gift!!!”