Charlene, of course! She takes her nursing role very seriously.

Optimus somnus, somnus dulcis, veni ad me, veni ad te, sana animam meam, sana mentem meam, sana cor meum, sana corpus meum…

Thus you ruminated, eyes closed, over and over, the ache in your thigh anchoring your awareness. Your druidess mentor had taught you how to achieve a transcendental sleep state that would effect a week’s worth of healing over the course of one night.

Optimus somnus, somnus dulcis, veni ad me, veni ad te, sana animam meam, sana mentem meam, sana cor meum, sana corpus meum…

…and repeat until silver light bloomed inside your mind and carried you into blackness. Simple enough. But, though straightforward, attempting the incantation was treacherous; just like counting sheeps, there was a real danger of falling asleep before attaining the transcendental state, thus missing the increased healing benefit. The best way you found to achieve transcendental sleep was to fold in a certain amount of discomfort into your relaxation. In this instance, the ache in your thigh.

Optimus somnus, somnus dulcis, veni ad me, veni ad te, sana animam meam, sana mentem meam, sana cor meum, sana corpus meum…

You couldn’t tell how long you had been meditating when a faint silver glow arose from the depth of your consciousness, promising relief.

Optimus somnus, somnus dulcis, veni ad me, veni ad te, sana animam meam, sana…

Creak.

…sana mentem meam, sana cor meum, sana corpus meum…

Creak. Creak. The silver light dimmed.

Optimus somnus, somnus dulcis…

Creak.

You opened your eyes, alighting your consciousness in the dark bedroom. Charlene’s bedroom, highlighted by the moonlight coming through the window. Soft footsteps drew closer, until the hinges of the oak door squealed, and the silhouette of Charlene slipped into the room.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi.”

“I just wanted to check in on you…”

She closed the door, gently, silently. Moonlight shimmered on her brown hair and bathed her in blue light, revealing the imprint of her nipples under her nightdress. Your mouth went dry.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she said. “I kept thinking maybe you needed… attention… But then I thought you would holler, like mom said. I was unsure… so I thought I’d check in.”

“Oh, thanks… I didn’t want to… wake up anybody…”

“No, you’re right. You’re right… We wouldn’t want that.”

“Yes. We wouldn’t want that…”

The house was quiet, everyone most likely asleep. Charlene stepped closer to the bed, glancing over the blanket around where your thigh would be.

“How’s the pain?” she whispered.

“Uhm, better. It still hurts… but you really helped.”

“Oh, why thank you. I tried my best. I’m sorry I couldn’t do more. If there’s anything… anything I can do to… help with the pain…”

Her offer hung in the air. You knew the basics of first-aid, but you had whole new ideas about how Charlene could nurse you back to health tonight. Still, it was one thing to think it, and another one to say it. You cleared your throat. This is what Segora had prepared you for, what she groomed you to do.

“Uhm… Uhm, maybe… I mean…,” you said.

“Can I see it?”

You nodded, still dry-mouthed. Charlene carefully slid the blanket down. Though she had seen you without pants earlier as she tended your wound, this time, your cock stood at attention, pushing up under the fabric of your underwear. Charlene’s eyes rested on it, and she bit her lower lip. Keeping up her nursing role, she considered your bandage and noted:

“It didn’t bleed much.”

“Yeah, you did great. I think I just need… rest. I mean…“

“Rest. Yes. I thought you might be sleeping already.”

“I tried…”

“I’m happy that you’re not.”

“Me too,” you croaked.

“Because if there’s anything I could do to… help… ease the pain…”

There was that offer again. Her fingers brushed over your injury, eliciting a wince from you.

“Sorry…” she said, but her coy smile betrayed her apology.

“Yeah, it’s quite sensitive right there…”

She moved her hand higher on your thigh.

“How about here?”

“Still… a bit painful…”

Her hand moved higher up.

“How about here?”

“That’s… better…”

“And here?”

“Mmhm.”

Her hand massaged your erection through the fabric of your underwear and quickly slid inside your waistband to wrap around your naked flesh. The second hand to ever touch you there.

“Mhm… Yes, that’s… that’s better…” you said.

She massaged you, looking fervidly into your eyes, and your magic aura swelled with lust.

“Colden… Colden Rayn… There’s something about you… Does it still hurt?”

“Nuh-hunh,” you exhaled.

“Good. Does it makes you feel better?”

“Mhm-mm,” you moaned.

“Good. Mom did say I was to take care of you.”

She tucked the front of your underwear down under your balls and licked her hand, bringing some welcome wetness to it. The farmer’s daughter caressed your protruding cock for a minute, and you lay back, enjoying her ministrations—and the reversal of your fortune. The evening had begun with you getting shot, but that had led you to her bed, and a chance to satisfy your lust… oh, and grow your well of magic, of course.