Fingers.

The lips on her sex moved to allow the intrusion of two long fingers that went deep inside Xalendra's quim. She made an uncertain noise, squirming on the pillow as the medicine woman changed her treatment drastically.

“Is th- this much really necessary?” she asked between heavy breaths, legs coming together the slightest bit.

“In order to draw the poison out,” the woman said, pausing to swallow, “I must apply some pressure to multiple points.” Her golden eyes flitted up before lowering back to where she worked. Her fingers did indeed apply pressure, gently prodding the princess' inner walls.

The intrusion was ever more intimate, stimulating places Xalendra had never known existed and each new place touched making her breath hitch and body squirm. The woman's hot breath fell on her sensitive skin in slow waves before her lips were once more on the wound, or approximating its location as they wandered between Xalendra's legs.

She was hesitant to question the treatment, and didn't want to interrupt the medicine woman's work, so she stuck to chewing the corner of her lip in silence—silence that was occasionally perforated by the noises drawn out of her with the poison. Eventually, as the heat grew to its peak and she felt flushed throughout her body, the woman's head rose once more to take a deep breath before meeting Xalendra's eyes. The fingers remained inside of her as she spoke.

“It is almost done,” the woman said, lips glistening in the flickering firelight. “You might want to brace yourself, and in these final moments, do your best to let it flow out of your body.”

The golden eyes staring at her held a seriousness Xalendra did not doubt. Swallowing back her worry, she nodded, and the woman's head sank back between her legs. She felt lips upon her quim beginning to suckle once more, making her gasp with the pleasure of it. The woman's fingers began to rapidly massage her pussy while the other hand squeezed and pressed upon the bite wound.

Suddenly a surge of pleasure crashed through the princess' body, her thighs tensing as she grasped the pillow beneath her in a moment of pure ecstasy. A second gasp caught in her throat, turning to a short cry that became a long moan. She stared wide-eyed at the brightly-patterned roof of the tent as the fingers spread inside her, and she felt something flow onto the waiting tongue that coaxed it out.

The ministrations slowed to stationary fingers as Xalendra heaved deep breaths of relief, her senses reeling. When she focused once more, the medicine woman had sat up, now on her knees between her own with a look of satisfaction on her colorful face as she wiped her mouth with her purple veil.

“You should be better, now.” The woman smiled at the princess. “I won't charge you for the treatment, as it was my own snake's fault. If you feel yourself needing more because of it, I'll gladly treat you all the same,” she said. Her eyes traveled back up the princess' skirts.

Xalendra closed her legs abruptly, grabbing her stockings and scrambling to her feet as she pulled them back on. She felt better—wonderful, really—but she was beyond embarrassed now that she thought clearly. She left without a word, and kept her cloak wrapped tight as she made her way back to the castle.

The wound throbbed, keeping her from sleeping too soundly, but it wasn't pain so much as it was a daunting desire burning between her legs. She wondered if it was more poison, and if she needed more treatment...