I got sacked. The public healing center doesn't receive enough funds, so they had to let go of the expendables, as known as me. Ouch.
I mean, I think I'm a way better healer than Podrick. That guy took a week with a broken wrist! But his father is loaded and donating to the center so whatever...
Now I have to start working in private, as much as I dislike it. I hand several papers around town offering my services.
I live with my friend Selphie. She's a tiny angel. Light blonde elf with the tiniest nose and big, gray eyes.
I'm so into her, but I'm not sure she's interested. I mean, all the hugs, kisses and compliments, getting into my bed late at night because she likes my warmth, the jokes about bathing together to save water... she's just playful like that, right?
Tonight someone knocks on the door. Selphie goes to open the door and comes back with a smile: "It's for you. Didn't tell me you had a date..." she winks.
"Huh?" I went to the entrance, where a dwarf lady is standing.
Messy orange hair, short and bulky, like any dwarf, she has her thick arms under her big chest.
She has the typical dwarf frown, but she's actually cute. Dwarves' eyes copy the hair color, so she has fiery apricot eyes checking me up and down.
"So, you're the healer?"
"Yes... Good night," I say, implying that it might be too late to work.
"With me," she grabs my arm and drags me outside and through the path to the part of town that's closer to the mountain slope.
"Hey, uhm..."
"Yes, you're getting paid properly, now hurry!"
We arrive to a house planted in the stone. It's fairly circular and not very illuminated, but I see two older dwarves waiting on a couch, who stand up as soon as we arrive.
"Is this it?" the guy asks, stroking his long beard.
The fire-haired nods and takes me to a room. A girl very similar to her, but with wheat-colored hair and drenched in sweat is laying in bed.
"My sister has a fever and can't move," the one who brought me explains scarcely, waiting next to me.
I breathe to calm myself and touch her forehead. She really is hot. I feel the sickness flooding her organism and sit on the bed next to her.
"This will take long," I warn the family.
"You can sleep next to her," the orange haired starts walking out.
"Wait, wha- *
SLAM*
."
Shrugging, I understand I have nothing else to do and keep doing my job. Holding her hand and closing my eyes, I can feel the living beings around me, and choose to prop up immune systems, basically.
After a couple of hours, the sister brings a tray with food. Savory meat and ale, won't complain.
"Thanks."
"Welcome. How's it going?"
I explain to her the sickness, probably caused by drinking foul water, and how's it looking, which isn't too bad.
"Great. Name's... You can call me Helga. Humans pronounce like shit."
She leaves. Her mom Lorta comes to check on her daughter and kisses both our foreheads before going to sleep. Father nods and closes the door.
And I stay here, with this pretty girl unconscious in her bed. This isn't right...
* * * * *
I wake up next to a sleeping beauty. Her golden locks brush my face, tickling my nose.
I put them aside and stand up. While I stretch, Helga comes in, leaving a toast with honey, cream cheese and strawberries on the table. Her hair messier than usual, she looks at her sister.
"She has a calmer face."
"Yeah, she should be fine by tonight."
"Thanks," she plays with her mane.
"You have beautiful hair, by the way."
She frowns, blushes, nods, and quietly leaves the room. I keep doing my thing.
At lunch time, their dad arrives, and mom calls for lunch. I've been so entranced with the meditation that I haven't noticed a pair of gorgeous honey eyes staring at me, while I hold her hand.
"Oh... H-hi!" I stutter.
She smiles: "If this is a dream, don't wake me up."
I am dumbfounded by the blatant and rare flirting.
"Ruth!" a foxy presence passes my flank and jumps on the bed.
"Hey, careful! She needs to rest," my caretaker spirit comes out.
"Quiet!" Helga shushes me while they both smirk at me.
The parents reunite with their daughter as well and, out of place, I walk out.
"Hey! Where you going?" Helga holds my hand with hers, smaller but with a stronger grip. "Lunch is ready."
I am tasked as the healer with carrying the lady to the table. Her hair caresses my face while her short, muscular arms surround my hips. She giggles.
She smells of dried sweat and a mix of flowers. I put her down on the chair and am welcomed to sit next to her.
More meat, ale and, surprisingly, a salad. They have good, heartwarming conversation, asking me a lot about healing and talking about a distant cousin who actually was my illness teacher at school.
"We'll recommend you to everyone," Lorta says.
"I appreciate it. My job isn't done, though. I'm glad you joined the table and ate something, but we need to continue the session." I warn Ruth.
"Oh, do you need to cuddle me while we sleep again?"
I cough out a piece of meat and the whole family laughs.
* * * * *
The whole time I have a hard time concentrating, as I feel her eyes piercing me.
"Can you please close your eyes? I'll just take longer if I can't concentrate."
"Do I make you nervous?" she smirks. "And it's not a problem. You can spend the night again," she twists in bed.
I open one eye. Her hand is resting on her belly, a tad away from her pubis. In fact, I see a few blonde pubes coming out of her newly worn pajamas. She's bathed and smells fresh, the floral aroma is stronger as she applied it on clean skin.
"You're so red. Maybe we should change roles, let me take care of you," she giggles.
"So childish. How young are you, twenty?"
"I'm sixty years old, you dumbass."
"Rude."
"But you are a dumbass!" she laughs so hard she snorts like a piggy.
Putting her hands over her mouth, now it's my time to laugh. That stops with knuckles on my head.
She snorts again, this time embracing it with glee.
Shaking my head, I hold her hand once more to keep healing, and we exchange glances.
"Such pretty eyes," escape my lips, and I go redder.
She laughs, face also like a tomato, and she gets closer. Nervously, I gulp, staring at her thin, pink lips opening up.
Her wet tongue darts towards me when the door opens and we step back fast. Helga stands there.
"Wait a moment... You-?"
"We nothing, you nosy pumpkin!"
"Pshhh..." the orange sister closes the door and sits in front of me. "What does she have that I don't?"
I choke with my spit but, after a moment of surprise, answer: "Well, her first phrase was a killer flirt, and not 'So YoU'rE tHe HeAlEr.'"
She snorts just like her sister: "Fair. But I can be a wanton too..."
"Hey! I'm not-" Helga shuts her with a finger on her lips.
Then she gets closer to me, her long eyelashes flapping around those perfectly unique eyes.
"Do you desire me?" she asks, while her sister frowns right next to her.
"I was first!"
"Girls... your parents are here!" I warn them.
"They're not. Went to the market a moment ago. They're going to visit friends later. So..." she crawls towards me, her hot breath on my cheek.
Ruth, competing, sits on my other side and flaps her lashes too.
All this attention being a first, I'm at the edge of collapse, when Helga grabs my chin and kisses me.
Her tongue exploring my gums eagerly, she brushes my hair. Her sister sticks to my other side, her hand touching my chest.
"Mhh. Such a tall, handsome man..." Ruth sniffs my neck. "And he smells good, not like coal and sweat."
Helga ends the kiss and stares at me: "Coal and sweat are sexy. But this tongue is better," and she goes back to making out.
"Hey, me too!" Ruth grabs my shirt and pulls me towards her.
Tasting her sister, she explores my mouth herself, throwing her muscular arms around me.
A shortstack but heavy, she makes me fall on the bed. Helga gets comfortable and watches her sister enjoy me.
Getting on top of me, Ruth takes her blouse off, showing her bare breasts already. They're firm and pale, with very light pink, pointy nipples.
I pull her towards me and suck on one of them, licking in circles as I've always imagined.
"Mmh, so good..." Ruth moans.
"I want some too..." Helga is already shirtless, her tits are a bit bigger, and her more bulbous mounds have darker areolas and nipples.
"You're so beautiful..." I blush, immersed in Ruth's bosom.
"The four of them?" the blonde jokes, getting aside so her sister can smother me with her terse flesh too.
I taste both nipples, grabbing her butt. It's hard like a rock, and she giggles when I pull her on top of me.
Soft moans coming from Ruth make me look at her. She has her hand in her pants.
"You're such a slut," Helga calls her sis out.
"Shut it. You brought him, so it's your fault," she accuses her sister with a bratty voice.
I notice Helga's underwear getting wet, and reach for it. It really is moist, my fingers trace her folds. They're soft and warm.
"Do you want to see them?" she's biting her lip.
I nod profusely. They smirk and stand up, shoulder to shoulder, and get completely naked.
Ruth is a bit taller, now that I see them together. Her skimpy blonde pubes surround a wonderful and shiny pink pussy.
It's tiny and tidy, with beautiful butterfly lips opening up to a very hidden entrance.
Then there's Ruth. Curvier, her more abundant orange pubic hair only exists atop her own vagina, with the sides shaved. Her genitals are fairly similar, with a more protruding clitoris.
Gulping like crazy and starting to sweat, I undress myself too. They look at me, their smiles growing wider as they contemplate my jock.
"Not bad!" Helga says.
"It's cute!" Ruth gives me fast claps with her hands.
They walk forward together. Helga being the rougher of the two, she pushes me back to the bed. They surround me, Ruth reaching first.
She grabs my shaft with her tiny hands. They're colder than it, but I warm her up fast. A couple of jerks and it starts drooling.
