Chapter 8

You lie on your back over the bed. Shirt off, arms raised over your head. At your side, the succubus healer sits on a simple wooden chair that she dragged close. Sophia's amber eyes fixed on your well-built bare torso, delighting herself with your ripped figure splayed over the mattress. The succubus bites one of her fingers, almost drooling on it... nervously crossing her legs over her seat, her dangling foot repeatedly tapping at the air. "What are you waiting for?" You say.

"Y-yeah, I'm- yeah. I'm just gonna... yeah..." She quickly yelps, loudly gulping and wiping the sweat off her forehead. Her small shaky hands slowly move to you, grabbing your improvised bandages and unrolling them from your body, exposing your wounds for her to see. She takes a second to calm herself, deeply breathing a few times with her eyes closed, managing to contain the **** urge of jumping over you, straddling your lap, and riding you until the bed breaks... at least for now. Must suck being a succubus.

"What's this...?" She curiously examines the blueish, flower-made salve clinging to your injuries. "Y-you did this yourself? Very smart... i-it prevented the wounds from getting infected..."

"A forest fairy told me to do it." You grunt.

"Yeah? S-she probably saved your life, then." She softly trails two of her fingers around the edges of the stab on your torso, gently stretching your skin to see it better. "Must have hurt a lot... You poor thing..." She sighs.

"Focus on doing your job."

"S-sorry." The Sana's priestess softly says, hurriedly reaching into the pouch at her side, taking out a small rectangular piece of white cloth and a tiny bottle made of glass, filled to the brim with some weird greenish liquid. She carefully removes the cork of the bottle, the strong scent of the medical fluid reaches your nose. "This might... sting a little." She warns you, thoroughly soaking the cloth on her hand with the green liquid, slowly bringing it close to your knife wound. Her big eyes move towards yours, asking for your permission to start... You nod, resting your head back against the pillow.

The succubus gulps, firmly pressing the wet cloth against the injury. It does sting, quite a lot. You quietly grunt, the quick feeling of pain making your face contort into a grimace. "Oh, goddess..." Sophia purrs, your deep groans making her melt into her seat, heart-shaped tail wrapping itself around one of the chair legs. This is ridiculous... Some seconds pass until she calms down and speaks again. "O-okay. The worst part is over." A soft smile forms on her crimson-tinted, sweat-drenched face.

With one hand still pressing the cloth against your stab wound. She moves her other one towards the wooden cross on her neck, holding it between her slender fingers, closing her eyes, and murmuring some words under her breath. You feel the side of your torso burn, yet not in a painful way, a relieving heat courses through the area. It hurts a lot less than it did before. "Thank you for your blessing, Sana." Sophia whispers, opening her eyes again.

She removes the cloth from your side. You can notice that the wound turned a darker color, cauterized shut and less swollen than before. It will completely heal in a few days, another scar to the collection... "S-see? I told you. I-I'm not a bad succubus." She speaks, clasping her hands together over her lap, nervously playing with her fingers... **** for your praise like a little puppy.

"Hm." You simply grunt. The priestess disappointedly pouts.

She repeats the process with the smaller injury on your shoulder. This time, the succubus tries to make some conversation as she works. "So... w-what actually happened? Everyone is making their theories about the attack. I-is it true that... the young princess...?"

"Are you done?" You interrupt her.

"Almost. I just need to bandage you again..." Sophia sighs, taking a big roll of gauze out of her pouch, wrapping your stomach and shoulder with it. A better bandaging job than the one you improvised with your ripped shirt, obviously. "D-done!" She gently pats your arm, her hand looking tiny against your bicep.

"Alright." You examine your torso, carefully sliding your palm against the bandages. "Your business here is done, succubus. Out."

"Yes, Daddy." She immediately answers. Eyes opening wide like plates as she notices what kind of words just came out of her lips. "I-I meant Sir... Yes, Sir... S-sorry for that. I've never... b-bye." She embarrassedly avoids your gaze, standing up from the chair and hurrying up towards the door, nervously fumbling with the handle, strongly pulling back on it instead of pushing it down. After a few seconds of anxious struggling, she finally manages to open it, escaping with her tail between her legs and closing the door behind her. You silently observe the little pathetic show from your position on the bed... Finally...

You take a deep breath, getting comfortable on the mattress and shutting your eyes. Your attempt to get some sleep is fruitless. Your mind wanders too much. You-

Suddenly, the door opens yet again. You hear steps against the wooden floorboards as the unknown visitor quickly enters your room. The door closes behind it with a rapid thud. "I told you to get out." You annoyedly groan, opening your eyes again. You were expecting the shy succubus priestess, but who looks down at you is Princess Felicia... Dark cloak fastened around her neck and covering her figure, a leather scabbard hanging on her right hip, fancy sword handle sticking out of it.

"We need to talk, Arthur."

You sit on the bed, white linen shirt again on your body, covering your bandages. Felicia is about to sit on the close chair but stops as she notices some kind of weird, glistening wet spot on the middle of the seat. She gazes at your face with a confused expression, one eyebrow arching upwards... Ah, of course... "The healer was a succubus. She was sitting there, and... I think she got a bit... aroused." You sigh.

"Oh... That's... uhm..." She simply says, clearing her throat and taking a step back, deciding it would be a good idea to quickly swap the topic of conversation. "Arthur, I came here to ask for your help. We need to go find Charlotte. As soon as we can."