Intimate Healing

"So, what, you want me to just lie down and let you work your magic?" Karlach asked. "Or is there like a proper pose I should hold? Standing at attention? Downward dog?"

"I've heard being silent actually speeds up the process," Shadowheart quipped. Despite her sarcasm, Karlach could see a nervousness growing in her, a slight flush spreading across her face. "Though, actually, there is one thing you could do. Cure wounds is more effective when the spell is directly applied to your body. So, your clothes would... like, it would be easier if..."

"Wow, and on the first date!" Karlach laughed. "Weren't you just complaining about your little tits being exposed? Now you're asking me to give you a strip show!"

"Okay, those are totally different situations!" The cleric balked, now clearly blushing. "And, you know what, forget it! I can just do it through-"

"Ah, don't worry love, I'm just teasing," Karlach added, standing up. "Unlike you, I've got no shame in what I'm packing." She began to casually pull at the straps of her outfit, discarding the clothes onto a nearby rock.

"I'm not ashamed, I... just..." The half elf trailed off as she watched more and more of the tielfing's body be exposed by the campfire. Her toned form made Shadowheart even weaker in the knees than the gith's had! By the time she stripped off the last of her armor, her creamy thighs were tightly pressed together.

"So, doc, is this what you wanted?" Karlach asked, stepping out of her panties and kicking them into the pile.

"Well, umm..." Shadowheart rubbed the back of her neck. "Y'know, you just had to give me access to the sensitive areas. You didn't have to take off everything."

"Eh, in for a copper in for a gold. So, what now?"

"Well, just sit down on that rock over there." The tiefling did as Shadowheart bade, taking a seat on one of the more comfortable looking stones. Calling some of Shar's magic to her fingers, the cleric took a few tentative steps towards her patient. "Now, ummm... tell me where it hurts."

"Well, my shoulder for starters," Karlach admitted, stretching her shoulder blade.

Shadowheart just nodded, leaning down and placing her hands on the tiefling's scarred flesh. There were many old wounds around her shoulder, the most obvious of which were the exhaust vents poking out of her skin. The cleric could do little about those, so she focused on the fresh injuries. All it took was one minute and one spell slot to work out all the knots.

"Fuck, that's the stuff," Karlach groaned, punching the air a few times to test her arm. "You don't even realize how stiff you are sometimes, y'know?. You should give massages."

"I think I'll stick to my studies," Shadowheart chuckled, though from her tone she appreciated the compliment. "Where else?"

"Well, there's my right side," Karlach replied, pointing the area out to her companion. "Arrow got me real good there. Hurt even more tugging it out."

"A-alright, let me take a look." Shadowheart had to kneel down to examine the barbarian's flank. This brought her face right next to Karlach's heavy breasts. It was difficult for the half elf to focus with such an arousing sight inches from her head. Not that Karlach's abs were any less of a turn on. As she began to cast cure wounds, Shadowheart found herself captivated by how they stretched and rippled with even the slightest movement. Her eyes traced the tiefling's tattoos, the black ink just accentuating the woman's beautiful curves.

Karlach was not obvious to the cleric's swooning, smiling at how cute it was. She opened her mouth to make another sarcastic comment, but it caught in her throat. It seems Shadowheart was not alone in being aroused. Karlach had not felt the soft touch of another in years, her engine burning too hot for even demons to get close. Now she had this nubile half elf running her hands tenderly across her body. She felt her skin warming up in ways she forgotten were possible.

"There, is that better?" Shadowheart asked, looking up past Karlach's chest and into her eyes.

It was now the tiefling's turn to be flusted. "Yeah... I mean, yes, very good, much better, all good stuff. Phew, is it getting hot out here or is that just my engine" She shifted on the rock, trying to regain her usual confidence. "Anyway, there's just one more spot, if you've got the energy."

"Yeah, I think I can still cast a spell or two," Shadowheart replied.

"It's right where the crossbow bolt got me," Karlach explained, doing her best to hide a naughty grin. "My upper thigh."

"O-oh..." Shadowheart nervously glanced down at her friends lap, the smooth red skin looking so inviting. "Yeah, of course. No... no problem."

Shadowheart slowly moved her hands down to Karlach's leg, summoning a blue glow to them as she did. As soon as her fingers made contact, it was like an electric spark went through them both. The half elf bit her lip, while Karlach did not even try and hide a low groan. Her companion's obvious pleasure was a bit unnerving, though Shadowheart still considered herself a professional. She did the job she was there to do, and tried her hardest to focus on just healing her.

However, it was impossible for her eye not to wander. As she mended the wound, she found herself glancing up Karlach's leg. It was hard to see in the low light of the dwindling campfire, but she could just about make out the tiefling's red sex. Her lips glistened, dimly sparkling, and just seemed to draw the half elf in. She imagined what it would feel like to touch, to run her fingers through, to taste. She imagined these muscled thighs spreading, letting her see it in all its glory. The tadpole wriggled in Shadowheart's brain, feeding on the indecent thoughts, urging her hands to slide up her legs and towards the object of her desire.

"You know, love," Karlach teased. "None of the arrows got me in the cunt."

"What?" The cleric blinked, before the realization dawned on her. Her fingers were merely an inch away from Karlach's pussy, far from where she was supposed to be healing. "Oh, umm, shit, sorry, I-"

Shadowheart tried to tug her arm away, but Karlach's reflexes were much faster. The tiefling reached out and grabbed her wrist, pinning the half elf's hand in place.

"I didn't say to stop, soldier," Karlach purred, her voice low and dripping with arousal.

Shadowheart said nothing, frozen in place as she locked eyes with Karlach. The two could practically read each other's mind in that moment. Without a word, Shadowheart slowly stood up and brought her lips to meet the tieflings. It was a soft kiss at first, eagerly leaned into by both parties. Like lovers who had been apart for two long. Soon, though, their mutual arousal got the better of them. They separated and came back together over and over, each collision revving up the passion. Their tadpoles seem to roar in combined approval, their psyonic connection only intensifying the moment.

As the two made out, Karlach released Shadowheart's hand, allowing it to finish its journey. Her fingers danced across her cunt, playing with her petals before seeking out her clit. The cleric was just as adept at fingering as she was at healing. A low moan escaped Karlach's throat as her sex was touched by another for the first time in years, the sound flowing right into Shadowheart's mouth.