Chapter 7
"Ahh... ahhh, ahh, ah, ahg- yaaaaah!! Ohhh!!" Vera screamed at the top of her lungs from her favorite position, riding Henry like a horse into battle, galloping toward her victory. He leaned back on her bed and moaned as he spilled his seed into her for the umpteenth time that night, using her hips as leverage to reach as deep as possible, until eventually she collapsed into his chiseled chest.
They laid there for a while, heaving breathlessly, both covered in the sweat and smells of sex. She rested her head against his body like a pillow, and he wrapped an arm over her shoulder. Her golden hair flowed delicately over her expression of pure bliss and enjoyment, eyes closed reveling in the feeling of another intense orgasm. An outside observer may have interpreted this image as a loving couple in a post-coital embrace, if they didn't know the circumstances.
Vera was the first to recover, sitting up from his chest. "Mmmnh, let's go again?"
"Haaa... haaa..." heaved Henry, who still hadn't caught up despite being the more experienced of the two. "We've already done seven tonight..."
"Actually, eight, and I thought you said you could lay with three at once?" Asked Vera. She leaned face-down, brushed the hair out of her face, and began delivering soft kisses on his chest in an attempt to stroke the flames. But unfortunately, the embers had gone cold, and Henry remained completely soft, unmoving with his eyes closed.
"Just one more time, please? I'll make it up to you," she begged teasingly. She reached down to his penis and stroked it in her last ditch attempt, but Henry passed out cold, like he had been bludgeoned in the temple with a mace.
After watching him deviously take several of her firsts, Vera couldn't help but smirk at his tapped out expression. She crawled up to give him a kiss on the side of the cheek as thanks for his work so far, then crawled down to his hips to examine the source of her enjoyment, covered in his and her juices mixed together.
Curiously, she tongue-kissed its head, tasting their joint-effort cocktail; salty, bitter, slimey, but strangely flowery; not impalatable. Perhaps she should try getting him off with her mouth next time.
My womb must be fueling my unsatiety if I'm even outperforming Henry.
She looked down at the glowing purple markings on her abdomen, feeling its warm power surging from within, invigorating her.
Full of energy, she got up and slipped into her gray chemise, then wrapped her dark cloak over her body, concealing her head with its hood. She thought about it, but forgoed any undergarments, as they would only get soiled both from the lingering remnants of sex and from her heightened libido.
He'll probably be awake by the time I do my rounds. She slipped out her tent. The night sky blanketed the camp in darkness, indiscernible without the aid of the torches and campfires that scattered light around the perimeter of the encampment.
Despite the seeming peacefulness within its walls, she was sure tensions were high out on the field, as numerous soldiers kept returning in various states of injury every day. She hastened her pace through the camp, making her way to the infirmary once again.
This is no time for a stroll. This is a war, and even if I've been... demoted... I still have a duty. I'm not doing this just for fun!
She slipped through the curtain flaps. Inside were nurses doing their rounds, but things seemed to have mostly calmed down since the initial shock of conflict. Vera slipped out of her hood; among them, she was mostly unafraid to show her face as most were devout followers of the Goddess and never bought into the "rumors" of the paladin's sexual exploits. But she was also careful not to get too close.
Immediately, the eldest nurse noticed her, and turned from the soldier she was bandaging. She had a grateful, tearful smile, a smile one could only give after witnessing miracles. "Oh, bless you, my lady. Bless you for all that you've done."
"Y-yes. No need to thank me, it's the Goddess we should be praising. And please, there's still much work to do, don't let me distract you," Vera responded, sensing that the nurse was thinking about a hug, taking a step backwards to keep her distance. The elder nurse obliged, continuing her wrapping. Several more nurses turned to address the paladin and give their thanks; some even approached to shake her hand, but she turned them all down.
I shouldn't feel too prideful, especially considering the means by which it took to reach these ends. But I must admit, it's satisfying to be acknowledged for my actions. Is this not who a holy paladin should be, one who promotes faith and devotion in the Goddess?
Vera looked amongst soldiers that were resting there, checking her handiwork. It seemed as though even among the severely wounded, even among those who were at the brink of death, so long as they still had a pulse Vera could heal them. Deep lacerations, ruptured organs, shattered bones, all seemed to make full recovery.
She peeked under the bandages of a soldier who took a spear into his eye-socket a few days ago; the eyeball had regrown and the scar was beginning to fade. It would take a long time, but eventually the scar was likely to fade as well after he awoke, ready for redeployment. She wondered how far this power could go; dismemberment? Beheading?
"These two, my lady," said a young nurse standing next to two soldiers; one of them had a deep slash along his collarbone clearly fractured in at least two places and was groaning in pain, and the other had taken an arrow to the chest piercing his lung, unconscious. Vera nodded and pulled her prayer necklace over her head.
This makes nine and ten for tonight.
Stepping first over to the soldier with the punctured chest wound, Vera wrapped her necklace around her hand and placed it atop his chest, before reciting in sing-songy rhythm, "O~oh blessed Goddess in the highest, we come before your presence with the humblest heart, we seek your divine healing such that this soul may see the light of day again. Amen."
The nurses quietly listened to the comforting, reassuring voice of the holy paladin. But in fact, Vera gave a shortened, abridged version of that prayer which would have originally taken several minutes to recite, so as to not waste time. She only gave this prayer to convince the nurses that what she was doing was an act of the Goddess, though it wasn't true in the slightest.
Lying in the Goddess's name and abusing heretical sorcery was a one-way ticket to the eighth circle of Hell, the fourth bolgia, where her head would be twisted to face the wrong direction and she would be forced to walk backwards for eternity. And even knowing this, she continued her deceitful prayers.
If this is what it takes to save others, then it's a sacrifice I'm willing to take.
Vera leaned face-down towards the dying man's injury and gave him a soft kiss onto his chest, still with her hands and cross laid atop his body to make it seem like a part of the prayer.
Immediately, Vera gasped as she felt her groin flush and her nipples stiffen as the energy from her womb surged through her body. Amidst her lustful haze, she took a deep breath through her nose to steady herself before walking around the bed to the other soldier to repeat the process.
She recited her improper prayer again before delivering a second healing kiss. This time, she felt blood rush to her sensitive clitoris and her entrance contract involuntarily, ready to be filled. Unlike the first few times she used her curse, Vera stood tall, basking in the sensation, the glow of her lust, the pulsating of her sex, the warmth in her womb.
"My lady, are you okay?" asked the observing nurse, watching the paladin turn bright red.
Vera moved her head and shoulders around in circles to stretch the muscles in her neck. "Yes. Yes, I feel fine. More than fine; I feel great. I can feel the goddess's love surging through me. Can you feel it too, my daughter?"
"N-no, I'm not sure what you mean," said the nurse, confused.
Vera smiled dreamily, almost deviously. It was only now that Vera realized the nurse was quite attractive; high cheekbones, freckled face, round eyes, brunette hair in a ponytail. Swathe curves beneath her garments.
She stepped closer towards her. "What is your name, sweetheart?"
"L-louise," she stammered as the paladin got close. They were standing face-to-face; despite there being several others in the room they all felt distant.
"Louise, have you been praying to the Goddess?" Vera said soothingly. She could see Louise's nose twitching at the scent of sex as the paladin stood close, though she didn't appear to recognize it.
"E-every day before bed, my lady," she answered. She looked nervous, avoiding direct eye contact, though she let the priestess stand before her, unmoving. Gently, Vera brushed away the stray brown hairs from the nurse's forehead, standing a few inches taller than her. Louise flinched, not expecting the paladin's touch, but didn't take any effort to stop her.
"Very good, Louise. I'm very proud of your devotion." Slowly, Vera leaned in and kissed the young nurse on her forehead, feeling her warmth through her lips. Louise stood surprised, cheeks glowing at the sensation. Vera's kiss was short and sweet, the kind that could classify as motherly, saintly. Vera repeated this action slightly lower on her forehead, and then again on her temple, slowly moving downwards.
Adorable. This girl is so nervous, clearly never been touched like this before. The pure, naive virgin. She used to be just like me. I used to be like her.
"Let me show you how the Goddess shows us her love," whispered Vera.
Louise looked hazy, blissful, confused, as though she hadn't decided yet if she should like or hate this experience. Yet she continued to give the holy paladin her devoted trust, letting her touch her face unopposed. Vera eagerly made her way down the girl's face, soft pecks across her cheeks, slowly approaching her lips. Soft, pink, delicate, different from the rougher texture of a man's.
