Move on

I stared at her naked form on the ground covered in saliva, skin flushed with lust, and more than ready for more, but she wasn't really that attractive. Sure, I wanted to fuck her hard, but with my new powers, there had to be someone else more worthy of time and cock.

"Are you ok?" I asked the coughing farmgirl.

"Yes sir... I just... need a mom-"she was interrupted by a fit of coughing.

Well, if I could make trees grow, maybe I could heal too, that seems like the same realm of magic. Besides, what's the harm, might as well risk it.

I knelt down in front of her, my dick still hanging between my legs, and placed my hand on her throat. She looked up at me, fear and lust in her eyes.

"That was" again interrupted by a hoarse cough "very fun, but I... really ca-" but she stopped as I felt myself using my new powers once more. It was not the sort of healing spell I had seen in most video games. There was no flash of white light, no instant heal or sense of relief, but it felt like I was speeding up an otherwise slow cycle of healing. It took more focus than I was expecting, and it was strange to **** my power into a new shape, but after a minute I was done.

She looked up at me in awe as her throat was completely healed from the rough treatment I gave it but moments ago.

"Truly, you must be a powerful priest."

I chuckled to myself as I thought, immediately, of all the ways I could **** this newfound power.

"Of course I am, and that is why you should always be this kind to strangers, you never know when someone like me will come around."

Of course sir" she nodded vigorously while standing up in front of me, her face and tits still smeared in the mess. "I'll treat every passing stranger with a similar respect" she said almost solemnly.

"Well, you could start with lending me some new clothes."

A smile cut through her features "of course, I'm sure I have something of my husband's that will fit you."

I waved goodbye to the lovely throat goat whose named I had already forgotten and walked away with comfortable, if not slightly plain clothes. The pants were a basic navy blue that looked like denim, but wasn't. The shirt was a beige fabric, I had a brown cloak over my shoulders, and a pair of her husband's sturdiest boots on my feet. I left him a little gift for when he returned from wherever it is he was in the form of a very... eager wife. However, he would find out quickly that was that eager for every passerby from now on.

I smiled to myself as I practiced my magic on the roadside. A flower bloomed, a branch withered, a bush froze over. These powers did feel like magic, there was a pull on some new energy source within me, but it was a deep well of mana. I wondered how I would do against a stronger opponent instead of some random country bumbkin, well I supposed I might learn soon.

I began to hear the sounds of life and civilization: animal noises, crafting and constructing, there were shouts. As I got closer, I could hear guards marching, great bellows blowing, and could even smell some food cooking. As I rounded a corner, I saw it, Goldshire. It was the fantasy town of my dreams and exactly how I had always imagined, all the way down to the horde of adventurers riding to and from and massive city I could make out up the hill as well as dueling in the city square.

As I entered the town and began to wander, I became aware or a certain... feeling. I had no other way to describe it, it was some kind of sensation. I turned towards it and followed the trail to an inn. It was bustling with activity with a burly barman behind the bar serving food and drinks to the often well armored clientele. However, the feeling drew me further down, below the floor of the inn and, presumably, to the cellar.