Skanky needs more healing

While Dan begins setting up a basic camp the others sit and rest. Yarofaris huddles with the two human women and comforts them. Dan searches through the different backpacks and pulls out what tents and bedrolls they had. He doesn't even attempt to start a fire as that would give their position away to any goblins that might be looking for them. He then hands out some hard biscuits and cheese as a meal. All the while he feels guilty at not being able to help more during the fight.

As he hands Sara her food she takes his hand. "Dan, I'm worried about Conor." She says as she looks over to the half-orc. Skanky was propped up against the trunk of a tree eyes closed, her face grimaced in pain. She was battered and beaten. She had been on ****'s door and still wasn't that far away. In her hand was a whisky flask. Sara looks to Dan with her strange dusty pink cat like eyes and says in a serious tone. "You should help him Dan."

Dan couldn't argue that Conor desperately needed help but he couldn't do much. "I'm not a healer Sara, I'm a sorcerer." He explains.

Sara pats his hand. "You are a healer Dan. For Skanky you are anyways."

It takes a long moment for Dan to catch on to what she was saying. It finally clicks. Skanky's 'gift' that had been bestowed upon her by the gods. Part of her gift was that semen acted like a healing potion for her. Dan physically recoils from the suggestion. "No way!" He says in a harsh whisper.

Sara looks at him grimly. "Dan, if there are more goblins out here and they find us tonight..." She leaves the rest unspoken. "It's just...you just have to Dan."

The thought of Conor and him doing anything sexual made Dan want to go screaming into the forest and run till morning, but he couldn't argue with Sara's point. For Skanky Olius had a healing potion just waiting for her between his legs. And she desperately needed it now. Dan finally nods. "Okay Sara, you're right."

She gives him gentle smile. "Good. And...and you can call me Lex. I don't mind."

He gives her a puzzled look but doesn't pursue that conversation right now. Standing up he takes a deep breath and walks over to his injured friend.

Conor looks up, his new sky blue eyes a bit glassy from the whisky he had consumed. "Quite an adventure, hey buddy?" He gives Dan a weak crooked grin and shifts slightly. He was obviously in great pain but hiding it well.

Dan sits beside Conor. "Conor...um...you need healing. You need it bad."

Conor nods in agreement. "Kirstie's tapped out though."

Dan swallows hard though his mouth was dry. "I can help. Do you...I can't believe I'm saying this...do you remember Skanky's special ability?"

Conor sits staring at Dan for a time then begin laughing. A deep body shaking belly laugh, the laughter hurts but he laughs none the less. "Ha ha ha ha. Are you serious? Ha ha ha ha."

Dan feels himself blush. "Shut up. Listen. Damien said it acted like a potion, so you'll probably have to swallow it. I'll just go tug one out and catch it in something then bring it back here. And then you can..." He stops and they both gag a bit at the thought.

Conor's laughter finally subsides and he finishes the flask in a gulp. To Dan's nose whatever Skanky was drinking was rough and raw, it smelled like it could remove paint. Conor finally says. "Sorry buddy, it's gotta be fresh from the balls."

Dan blinks. "How do you know that?"

Conor shrugs. "I just do. The fresher the better." The mind loosening **** was allowing Conor to tap into a few of Skanky's memories with greater ease. His memory of this ability of his flashing through his mind in small snippets. One particularly vivid memory involved Skanky going down on a fallen highwayman, desperately blowing the man to get his load before he died.

Dan puts his hand over his face. "Shit."

Conor wasn't feeling that much better about it. "We don't have to dude. Just let me rest."

Dan takes another deep breath. "No, we do have to. Not just for you. You're our best warrior Conor, if more of those goblins find us we are going to need you in fighting shape." He sighs. "I wasn't much use in the fight, the least I can do is help heal you now."

Conor takes a shuddering breath. "I feel pretty bad... Fair enough. Let's just do this then."

The pair of them look at each other, each confused on what to do next.

"Come on, let's use one of the tents." Dan says. He helps his friend to his feet and supports him as they make their way toward the tent. Dan shoots Sara a look. Sara nods, letting Dan know that she will make sure nobody disturbs them. Kirstie sat next to the Tiefling, she had just been informed as to what was happening and was looking at the Dan with a mixture of confusion and revulsion. Dan looks away in embarrassment.

The pair of them crawl into the tent and Dan ties the flap behind them. It was a two person tent but still a fairly tight squeeze. Conor's large fleshy body taking up more than its share.

Now that they were alone the awkwardness of the situation goes up tenfold. While his eyes only saw the thick voluptuous and powerful body of Skanky, his mind's eye could only see the fat frazzled form of his room mate and buddy. Conor looked back in much the same way, while the suave and dashing Olius was here in front of him underneath it all it was still his pal Dan.

Dan stammers. "How...are we going to...do this?"

All that really mattered was the cum had to get in the half-orc's mouth straight from the cock, how they got there was their decision.

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