Aftercare and concerns

Johanna set Johnny down at the edge of the pool and instructed him to remove the old bandages while she went to fetch some new leaves to replace them. When she returned, she dropped what she was carrying in surprise.

“Johnny! Your wound!” She rushed forward, leaning down to make sure she was seeing things correctly. “Yesterday, this gash was… twice the size, at least, and open.”

Johnny could only shrug his shoulders, “I know, Cap-, ah, Johanna. Now it’s barely more than a scratch. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Gods,” Johanna muttered, running her hands gently over the wound. She had seen some strange things in her time as a sailor and captain, but nothing that could explain this. Even with proper medical care and attention, it should have taken weeks, perhaps even months for the wound to heal as much as it had overnight. “Does it… hurt?”

Johnny shrugged again. “Not really. I feel strong and energetic as ever, and if I wasn’t paying attention, I’d probably forget about it entirely.”

Johanna scooped some water from the pool and cleaned away the dried up blood around the wound. There was definitely some scarring around the edge, but the thin red line that remained wasn’t bleeding or pussing, and probably wouldn’t do so without direct irritation. She sat down, puzzled.

“Old sailors say you shouldn’t toss back a flying fish,” Johnny said, “Perhaps it’s best not to question it and just… enjoy our luck?” Johanna noticed that Johnny’s eyes briefly traveled down her still-naked body as he spoke, and she couldn’t help but give his a glance as well.

“Perhaps you’re right, Johnny. Speaking of enjoying things… how are you hard again?”

Johnny blushed. “Ah, another mystery, Johanna. But with us both naked, and then you had your hands on me… I can, uh, deal with it myself, if you don’t-”

Johanna raised an eyebrow at this. In truth, she was kind of hungry for more, too. She knew, logically, that she shouldn’t be. Twice in one morning was more than enough, but if the price for Johnny’s quick recovery was that they were both feeling a bit horny this morning… “It’d be a shame to waste it like that, Johnny. Something about not tossing back a flying fish, right?”

The young man’s face lit up at that, and he leaned in towards Johanna, “Right.” He buried his hands in Johanna’s hair and pulled her face to his for a passionate kiss. Johanna moaned into Johnny’s mouth and let her hands roam up and down his lean, toned arms. She broke the kiss, gave Johnny a mischievous grin, then used a surprising burst of strength to toss him into the pool and tumbling along with him.

The lovers landed with a splash, and Johnny coughed up some water he had accidentally swallowed in surprise. Johanna planted a few soft kisses along his neck as he recovered, then gave a playful shriek when he suddenly surged forward, briefly submerging her. The two playfully splashed around for a bit, Johanna swimming in and out of Johnny’s reach until she suddenly found herself pinned to the rocky side of the pool, panting and blushing beneath Johnny.

“I need you now,” Johnny said, and Johanna nodded, before hauling herself out of the pool. Johnny followed close behind, and his hands found her hips while she was still on all fours. He entered her like that, driving his hard cock into her from behind and pulling a loud, satisfied moan from his former captain.

“Don’t hold back, Johnny,” Johanna moaned, her voice low and breathy. If Johnny had any intention of holding back, her encouragement erased it. He slammed into her with powerful, deep strokes, and Johanna orgasmed almost instnatly. Even with her pussy convulsing around his member, Johnny kept fucking her for an impressive amount of time before burying himself entirely within her and finding is own climax. The feeling of Johnny’s thick cock pumping semen into her sensitive pussy set off another mini-orgasm for Johanna, and she let out another load, pleasurable moan before slumping forward, resting her head on her forearms as she tried to catch her breath.

Johnny leaned down over Johanna and placed a pair of kisses at the base of her neck. Perhaps now that they’ve gotten that out of their system, Johanna reasoned, they could make a start on figuring out some answers. She was about to voice this thought to Johnny, when she suddenly realized something concerning:

Johnny was still hard. And he was starting to move again.