Bullshitting his way out of by touching an angel

Well... this was it, all or nothing. This would show if he would live on or if he would die... time to make a move. With every bit of strength he could muster, he raised his mouth to the face of the young warrior he just saved and with a hoarse and weak voice, he told her: "As my last wish, I ask you to please let me feel your breast. I have never felt the touch of a woman before, so please, let me at least die with the knowledge of how a boob feels."

The look on her face was something John would be laughing about, would it not be his possible last moment on Earth. A shade of red instantly sprang onto her face, her eyes went big and there was an overall look of confusion, amusement, indignation, but also... lust? "Yo-you... want to touch my tits as your last wish? I mean... wow... I expected a lot of things, but not THAT... but yeah, sure... That can be arranged, just give me a sec"

Her words sounded like a choir of angels in John's ears. In his slightly blurry sight, he could see how she reached behind her back, and with an audible SNAP the metal brassiere that covered her breasts a moment before was now gone. Maybe he would remember that for later if he would pull through.

Now there was just a blue piece of fabric that pretty much looked like a belly top and through that one could already see that she was not wearing another bra under that. Although it would've been weird if she did, since the metal plate already acted as a bra...

Her breasts were nice and round, probably a C Cup, however, there was one thing that really got John's interest: Through that thin piece of fabric, he could see the clear protrusion of two stiff nipples. Being certain that it was not that cold, he had to assume that Brunhilde was potentially turned on by the thought of exposing her breast here in front of him. That made this thing just that much better for him, knowing he didn't just use her body to rescue himself, but satisfying some hidden fetish in her.

While he was still thinking about the erect nipples the valkyrie meanwhile took her top and pulled it above her head to completely expose her breasts. Just as John saw a moment ago, her nipples were indeed hard. They were sitting in the middle of pink areolas that were rather small. Now free of their fabric constraints, he could enjoy them even more. Now, that wasn't the first pair of naked breast John had seen, but it was the first pair he was about to touch, making them special in their own way.

However, he remembered himself that he had a 'job' to do and that he had to do it fast. So with quite a bit of effort, he lifted his hand to her boob and softly laid his hand upon it.

The feeling was nothing that he could describe in a way that would do it justice. The skin was soft and silky, the texture was squishy, yet kind of firm. Without a conscious thought, he started to massage the tit lightly, not grabbing too hard, but also not really weak. It seemed to be to her liking, as a soft moan escaped Brunhilde's lips and a hand of hers put itself near his crotch, where his erection was continuously growing.

He tried to concentrate on the sound he heard when the achievements popped into his head, but at the same time, he could feel how his life was dwindling, how his vision went black slowly. After an agonizing amount of seconds, he finally heard that DING that would hopefully save his life.

But it was not enough, he didn't get enough EXP for that... So he was done, that's it...

Meanwhile, Brunhilde was getting a lot more direct in her ministrations with his erection, moving closer to his crotch and slowly rubbing the bulge there. Being the sexually inexperienced virgin that he was, John almost immediately came from the both sensual and forceful touch. His hand was already dropping from the evergrowing effects of the poison when he couldn't hold it anymore and came into his pants.

That's when the DING happened that saved his life.

DING
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DING
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In a fraction of a second, John could feel his strength returning to him. Looking down to his arm, he could see how his wound was closing. His plan worked... well almost, it wouldn't have if Brunhilde hadn't taken the initiative, but it worked! He looked at his sheet and saw that the Poisoned status was gone too! He actually did it, he survived. Not only that, but he even got rewarded for it. He celebrated his momentary victory over **** the only way it would be befitting: By diving into that divine meat in his hands. With renewed vigor his head went straight to the second breast and started sucking on the still hard nipple. His performance was rewarded by a yelp of surprise and a tightening grip around his hardening member.

"O-Oh wow... you seem to really enjoy that touch if you got your strength back like that and by the stain on your pants... Mhhhm yeah, harder... Fuck... did you cum? But you're still hard! Oh I would have so much fun with you..." He looked up from the mound directly in front of him and saw that Brunhilde had her head tossed back and her eyes closed. She really seemed to enjoy this, though he couldn't be quite sure what it was that she was enjoying... was it that he was grabbing her in the middle of the street, or the knowledge that it was someone that was practically dead. Either way, in this situation he would not look further into it and John concentrated back on the task at, literally, hand. His fingers instinctively found her nipple and he started to pull on it. Her moaning only got louder and her hand seemed to get a life of it's own, as it started to slowly rub John's penis through his pants.

For a second he let go of her breast and took a short breath to dive back into the tasty flesh before him. He expected it to be just salty from the sweat that should've been there due to the fighting, but the taste was more like a mixture of honey and sea salt, something he would definitely remember and savor as long as possible. His plans for that seemed to be thwarted however when he felt a hand glide through his hair and pull it back slightly. His vision went back to her face where he could see that she was now looking at him with a rather hazy look on her face.

"For someone dying, you sure have a lot of vigor to make me feel good as well," was her, slightly out of breath, comment. She then took a long look up and down his body, until her eyes were fixated on his arm, or rather, the missing wound on his arm. Then she noticed the color of his skin returning to normal colors.

"Whoa, wait a second, where did it go? How did you do that? Did you act like you're dying just so you could feel me up? You better explain yourself!" He could feel her agitation growing with every word she said. He could also feel her grip tighten to painful levels around his member. Damn it, it was just getting good...