Francesca heals Selan’s mother

“There it is,” Selan nodded towards the small house located in a clearing in the woods which was home to him and his mother. He knew that the house didn’t look like much, but it had been a good place in which to spend his childhood, particularly when compared to what it would have been like for a half-elf like him to grow up in a place like Greyrock.

“It looks nice,” Francesca smiled at Selan as she stood next to him, her hand still clutched in his. The journey out to Selan’s home had taken them a couple of hours, and though they’d subjected each other to the occasional bit of playful teasing, they’d primarily enjoyed each other’s company in silence.

“It is, I guess,” Selan shrugged his shoulders and returned Francesca’s smile, wrapping his arms around her back when she leaned in to kiss him on the lips and then taking her hand again before leading her towards the house.

“Mom?” Selan cried out a few minutes later while entering his home, with Francesca right behind him. In response to his query, he got a drawn-out moan of pain from inside his mother’s bedroom.

“Selan,” Francesca said as they walked into his mother’s bedroom to find her in her bed, hidden underneath a blanket, her face unnaturally pale and coated with sweat, “this fever looks pretty bad.”

“Can you help her?” Selan immediately replied, sporting an expression that perfectly conveyed how worried he was.

“Uh-huh,” Francesca nodded back at him, feeling bad for him as she took in the agonized look upon his face, “just give me a minute and pull a chair up next to the bed.”

Relieved at having something to do, no matter how trivial that task might be, Selan went out into their combined kitchen and living room and fetched Francesca one of the chairs from their kitchen table.

When Selan returned to his mother Anja’s bedroom, he found Francesca having slipped off her backpack, placing it on the floor next to the chest that stood at the foot of his mother’s bed, and had pulled the sleeves of her robe up to her elbows.

“Selan,” Speaking after she’d seated herself next to the bed and had first placed her hand against Anja’s forehead and pulled up her eyelids to examine her pupils, Francesca did her best to look and sound calming while she looked back at the young half-elf, “you might want to look away now…”

“Is it going to hurt her?” Selan’s question came as he felt like he was having a hard time swallowing due to the massive lump in his chest.

“No,” Francesca shook her head and dug her teeth into her lip, “but the fever’s caused by something in her stomach, so I’m going to have to pull the blanket down…”

“Ah…” Selan managed a weak nod, and then turned round to look into the wall whilst Francesca proceeded to grab hold of the blanket and tug it down over Anja’s unclad body all the way to her thighs.

“Is… is everything alright?” Selan’s next question came after he’d heard Francesca release a long sigh.

“Y-yes,” Francesca replied, while sitting in the chair and trying her best to deal with the sudden explosion of lust with which she’d responded to the sight of Anja’s big, full tits and of the muscles of her toned stomach leading down to the neat, triangular patch of curly hair that sat atop the bald lips of her pussy.

“Here comes the next part,” Francesca murmured as she rose from her seat and began to pull her robe up over her head. Thus far whenever she’d used her healing ability, it had only been when the patient was seriously injured and ****, and while she was lone with him or her, as her healing ability, which she now begun to suspect had been given to her by Zehani, would only manifest itself when she was naked.

Shaking her head and feeling her cheeks burn read, Francesca tried to keep her right hand from shaking as she brought it in over Anja’s midsection and planted it on her stomach, with the young priestess now making an effort to ignore how good it felt to caress the firm muscles of the older woman’s belly as she quickly proceeded to heal her.

“Okay, you can turn around now…” Francesca told Selan only a few moments later, once she’d finished the healing and pulled the blanket back up again before taking the liberty of wiping a wayward strand of hair back from Anja’s forehead, the redhead already looking much calmer as colour began returning to her face.

“Grea…” Speaking while turning around, Selan found that his voice completely dissolved itself upon him laying eyes upon Francesca’s naked form as she sat leaning forwards slightly in the chair, her massive tits spilling out in front of her.

“What are you looking at?” Francesca asked, not being able to stop from teasing Selan a little as she watched how his gaze immediately travelled down to her ample bust.

“Uh…” Selan stammered for a while before finally proceeding to get out a confused but elated “Why are you naked?”

“It’s a long story…” Francesca chuckled while Selan looked up to lock eyes with her.

“Okay,” Selan eventually replied, “so is mom going to be okay?”

“She’s going to be okay,” Francesca promised Selan, offering him a reassuring smile as he began to move slowly towards her.

“Thanks,” Selan offered Francesca, while placing his hand atop her shoulder, with her hand immediately being placed upon his so that she could stroke the back of it with her fingers, “I don’t know how I can repay you…”

“Selan, don’t worry about it, please,” Francesca followed up on her reply by leaning in to kiss the back of Selan’s hand, while he in turn leaned down to kiss the top of her head, burying his face for a moment amongst her flowing locks of chestnut hair.

“Selan,” Francesca whispered out.

“Hmm?” His answer being muffled by how his face remained nestled in amongst her soft tresses, Selan then pulled back to allow Francesca to look up at him and offer him another one of her soft, warm smiles.

“Your mom should be asleep for another half-hour or hour,” Francesca began to explain, “so why don’t you head to your room and get changed into your own clothes? I’ll watch over her…”

“Alright,” Selan looked first at how peacefully his mom his looked as she laid in her bed sleeping, then down at the priestly robe that he was wearing, and then at Francesca, his cock twitching and swelling in response to her nakedness, “I think I will.”

Once he was back in his own room, Selan rushed to get out of the woollen robe and his sandals, standing completely naked by his untidied bed while looking down at how stiff member was standing out far in front of him, its crown already glistening wet with precum. Selan then sighed at his own apparent horniness, and shook his head.