Help tend to the man’s wounds

You grit your teeth in determination and approach the collapsed man, just waiting for a group of bandits to jump out of the bushes. The bandits you imagined never come and you’re able kneel beside the man as he lays face down flat against the grass.

You inspect his back. Between the remaining tatters of his bloodied, linen shirt, you see a rather large mark run down his back, like a scratch from a massive paw. You slash away the remains of his shirt with your knife, trying to see the extent of the wounds.

You blot away the excess blood stains with the rags. As you do, you get a closer look at the claw marks. To your amazement, they do not look as deep as you initially thought and were already beginning to heal. Other small scrapes and nicks cover his arms, but they too look shallow.

Flipping the man over gently, you inspect his bare chest. It remains free from wounds, but rises up and down deeply as he struggles to breathe steadily. His body feels hot to the touch and you see a thin sheen of sweat cover his exposed skin. You blush slightly as the gleam of his wet skin exposes how toned he is.

Looking towards his lower body, you see the legs of his pants too frayed and stained with blood. Your face becomes further flushed when you realize you have to remove his lower garments, but you do so despite your embarrassment.

You reveal his lower half to the cold air, but you try your best to not stare too much as his exposed manhood as you inspect his wounds. Your curious gaze darts to it regardless. You unconsciously recall how you serviced the imp with your mouth. It was different with the small demon. That creature was not even human. This one belongs to an attractive man, making you wonder how you would feel doing the same to him as you did for the imp.

You shake your head and focus back on tending to the man’s wounds. To your relief, all the wounds on his legs are also shallow and starting to heal. You wonder how long ago he was attacked for the bleeding to have stopped. Still, despite blood loss no longer being an issue, the man’s high fever certainly is.

You need something to help cool his body down. The water in the bird bath back at the ruins springs to mind, but you quickly dismiss the though, having no interest in going back to that place. You get up, intent on searching the area.

“I’ll be right back. I just need to find a stream… or a lake… even a puddle will do at this point,” you say as you turn around.

Just as you begin walking, you hear, “Wait,” behind you. You turn around, seeing the man begin to stand to his feet. “Don’t leave,” he says.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back. Just rest a while longer,” you try and assure him, not wanting him to wander alongside you in his state.

“You don’t understand,” he says as he clumsily walks over to you. “I don’t need water. It… won’t help.”

“What you mean?”

“Please, I need you. It’s the only thing that’ll help.”

You shake your head in confusion, “What are talking about?”

“I have to lay with you. Please… It’s the only thing that will make me feel better.”

You take a step away from him, unsure exactly what he means. “You’re not making sense. Lay back down. You’re growing delusional from the fever. I’ll be right back to help you.”

The man seems to look to the ground in disappointment. You turn around and begin walking away. “I won’t take—” just as you speak you feel the man’s arms suddenly wrap around you.

“What are you—” you protest, but your words are cut off by his lips locking with yours. He kisses you deeply, pushing all the strength out of your limbs. Your eyes flutter closed as his hot lips meld with yours. Your lips dance along with his, opening and closing in rhythm to his until you feel his tongue begin to play with yours.