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It’s not uncommon for the party to have to retreat halfway through a dungeon crawl. Sometimes a particularly difficult monster stops them in their tracks, or their resources get too low for them to continue on further. The worst thing for Falin, however, is when someone gets heavily injured.
Or worse, when someone dies.
Revival is common for adventurers, but the symptoms that come with it leave them fatigued and weak. Falin has seen many deaths, many injuries, many revivals, but she still hates it. She hates seeing others hurt, so she does what she can in the party. She wants to help everyone as much as possible.
Tonight is no different. Dressed in her white nightgown, Falin walks up the stairs to Marcille’s room filled with worry. Today, Marcille was the one who got severely injured, and while Falin healed the major wounds and helped her out of the dungeon, Marcille has a tendency not to look after herself. She’ll claim she’s fine, and then she’ll try and push herself past her limits. When it comes to magic, Falin isn’t even sure resting is in her vocabulary.
But while Marcille is under her watch, Falin won’t let her skip out on the healing process, including frequent check ups to make sure she’s healing properly. When she gets to Marcille’s room, Falin gently knocks three times and waits for permission to enter.
Marcille calls out almost immediately. “Come in!”
Falin opens up the door and peeks her head through, looking around. To Marcille’s credit, she’s not out and about; instead, she’s tucked in bed with a spellbook on her lap and the bedside lantern illuminating her face. Falin greets her with a smile, and in return Marcille’s expression brightens.
“Falin!” She smiles back, until a look of concern falls on her face. “Isn’t it late? You should be resting!”
“I should be saying that to you,” Falin replies, entering the room and closing the door behind her. “I just wanted to make sure your injuries were healing properly, it won’t take too long.”
Marcille nods, placing the book on the desk as Falin approaches. She sits on the bed next to her, just by Marcille’s legs. “I. . . also wanted to check up on you. I want to make sure you’re alright, Marcille.”
“Me?” There’s a particular look on Marcille’s face. She smiles innocently, but there’s also a slight crease on her eyebrows, pointing up. A lot of people don’t notice, but having known her for so long, Falin knows that that look means there’s something up. There’s something worrying her.
“I’m fi—”
“Please don’t lie to me,” Falin interrupts Marcille, surprising her. Her tone is firm at first, but she soon softens. “You can tell me if anything is bothering you, Marcille.”
“But—”
“I want to be able to help you in any way possible. Even having someone to listen to you will help you feel better. Please.”
Marcille pauses for a moment before she looks down at her lap. Her fingers fiddle around, twitching as she avoids eye contact. “I just… I feel like what happened today was my fault, you know? I was careless with my magic, let my mana get too low, and then when we needed it most I couldn’t do anything.”
She sighs, looking up at her. “And I think if I just managed it better, I wouldn’t have been injured, you guys wouldn’t have gotten hurt, and we would’ve been able to explore more of the dungeon. T-That’s all.”
“Oh, Marcille.” Falin gently takes one of her hands, giving it a light squeeze. “It was an ambush, no one could’ve seen it coming. And we all have our off days. Remember that time when I used the wrong spell, and instead of healing I blinded the entire party?”
A dry chuckle escapes Marcille’s lips. “Yeah, I remember. We couldn’t see properly for hours.”
“We still managed to fend them off,” Falin continues, “and everyone got out of there safe and sound. That’s what really matters to me.” She gives her a reassuring smile. “Besides, one mistake can’t define you, Marcille, because you’re an excellent mage! I’m always left in awe whenever you use your spells.”
“H-Hey, you’re going to make me blush.” Another chuckle, but Marcille smiles, and Falin can tell it’s a genuine one this time. “Thank you, Falin. I really appreciate it.”
Falin nods, glad that she could cheer Marcille up from her mental slump. “Now then, if you don’t mind, I need to check your wounds. Could you take your shirt off?”
It’s not a weird request for her, because how else would she be able to check? But when she sees Marcille’s flustered expression, Falin realises how blunt it may have sounded. Marcille eventually pulls the covers lower and lifts her shirt up.
“Urm, well, I think it’s mostly healed up anyways… but erh, I’m sure if—if anything is suspicious you’ll let me know!” Marcille chuckles, placing the shirt off to the side and then sitting there, awkwardly, waiting.
Falin just smiles at her, before looking around her stomach. There are still faint claw marks, but they’re not as bad as they were before. It’s good to see they're healing well, just like the claw marks healing closer to her chest are as well.
She stares at Marcille’s chest for a moment. Her breasts are something Marcille’s always felt a bit self conscious about, but Falin finds them quite cute. Small and perky.
Why am I thinking about that? Falin gets the thought out of her head and focuses, gently placing her fingertips on the marks. There’s a light glow that illuminates them afterwards, and then Falin swiftly moves to the next wound. Marcille fidgets and moves after every spell, but Falin just thinks she’s moving to give some room for healing. Falin keeps her fingers on Marcille’s skin, almost caressing it as she moves from mark to mark.
It’s so soft. Must be that new body lotion she talked about, she thinks to herself, moving up to Marcille’s chest. A mark just under her boobs is present, and Falin extends her fingers to reach the entire wound. As she casts another spell, she can feel her fingers gently touch Marcille’s breasts, and she finds her face growing hot. It’s a nice feeling, touching something so sacred, but she knows she has to focus. She needs to—
“Fa-Falin.” Her name is spoken in a breathy whisper, and for a moment Falin wonders if she’s hurting Marcille.
“Marcille, what’s wr-” As she looks up, she pauses. Marcille is looking back at her with half-lidded eyes, a deep blush on her cheeks, chest heaving as she lets out light pants. It takes Falin a moment to realise that the look in Marcille’s eyes isn’t pain.
It’s lust, and suddenly they’re locked in a deep, passionate kiss. It’s clumsy at first, but soon their tongues intertwine.
Falin accepts this much quicker than she realises. Did she want this? Absolutely. She’s been desiring this for a while.
She seizes the chance to go all in with her hands, cupping Marcille’s soft breasts with a gentle squeeze. The quick, high-pitched moan Marcille lets out is pure bliss to Falin.
Her hand soon lets go of one of her breasts and travels down Marcille’s body. It’s a slow, teasing motion, touching all the places that her wounds once scarred. All the places that got them to this point in the first place.
“Let me make you feel better, Marcille,” Falin whispers, practically moaning into Marcille’s mouth, “I want to make you feel good.” As she says this, she begins to pull down Marcille’s pants, gently tugging them down and helping her kick them off. When she looks at the white undergarments, Falin doesn’t need to shove her hand down them to know that Marcille is dripping wet. The stain on them tells her everything.
Marcille looks a bit more embarrassed now, but Falin giggles as she pulls them off as well. Immediately afterwards, Falin traces her fingers along her labia, making small, slow circles around in order to make Marcille squirm beneath her. Squirm she does, slightly arching her back as she continues to moan.
So cute, Falin thinks to herself as she moves her head to Marcille’s neck, gently kissing it as she continues to pleasure her. She moves her hand down Marcille’s pussy to insert a finger, but Marcille suddenly presses her hands on her shoulders to stop her.
“Falin, I—” Marcille gasps, attempting to control herself, enough to speak to Falin. “I-I want to make you feel good as well.”
Falin pauses, lifting her head to look up at Marcille. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s fine, mm, t-take off your gown and lie down.”
She’s both worried and confused, but Falin complies, removing her hands from Marcille’s body and undressing herself. She feels she’s a bit too pudgy sometimes to feel attractive, but when Marcille looks at her body with both love and lust, it makes her feel sexier. It makes her want to go all the way.
While Falin lays down, Marcille climbs onto top of her, She gently guides Falin’s hands towards her waist. “So uh, the spell you just did, can you keep using it? While we… you know…” Marcille being too embarrassed to say the exact words is funny to Falin.
“While we have sex?” So Falin says them for her. Marcille can only comically nod her head with a flustered expression. “Mm, yeah, anything for you.”
Marcille smiles at her, then crosses her legs over Falin’s before she lowers herself down. The feeling of Marcille’s pussy on hers is electrifying to Falin, causing her moan as she begins to cast the spell again. Before she realises it, she’s already grinding against Marcille, cheeks flushed and mouth slightly agape as pleasure surges through every inch of her body.
“Nngh- haah, Falin,” Marcille moans, grinding in sync as she moves her hands to grope Falin’s large breasts. As she teases her nipples, Falin bucks her hips against Marcille with a shaky moan. If she were a less skillful spellcaster, she might’ve lost concentration on the spell. But she wants Marcille to enjoy this without any pain. Falin’s thumbs softly turn in circles around Marcille’s waist as she continues to grind her clit against hers.
The heat soon builds a pleasurable pit in Falin’s core, increasing with each sparking movement. “Mmm, Marcille, I’m- I’m gonna-”
“Me too, Falin,” Marcille interrupts in a breathy tone, voice shaking as she continues to grind in rhythm with Falin. Their moans and groans only grow louder as they fill the room (and outside of it, but they don’t care at this point) as they both reach their climax.
Marcille stops first, legs shaking as she leans towards Falin, close enough to shove her tongue inside of Falin’s mouth as she orgasms against her. Falin follows soon after, her moans concealed by Marcille’s lips as they share one final, sloppy kiss.
By the end of it, Falin is completely exhausted. Her body goes limp on the bed as she lays there, staring at the ceiling. Even though her lower body feels wet and sticky, when Marcille’s body falls on top of her, she decides to deal with it tomorrow.
They both lay there, panting. Falin still has her hands on Marcille’s waist, but she soon moves them to wrap her arms around Marcille and pull her into a warm embrace. She’s barely conscious when she hears Marcille speak.
“So-” Marcille inhales, exhausted herself as she lays her head on Falin’s shoulder, “-what does this make us?”
I should probably answer this seriously, Falin thinks, but she’s already shutting her eyes and drifting off into a deep slumber. Sex and spellcasting are probably two things she’ll never do again, but she’s glad she was able to give Marcille such an enjoyable experience.
Falin snuggles up next to Marcille, a small smile on her face as she answers in a sleepy tone. “Mm… something special.”