Healslut Adventures

When Blaire and Lilliven descended the stairs the next morning, Rea and Ellaria were sitting at the same table as the night before. Blaire hobbled after the tanuki, trying to keep up with her long strides despite the deep ache in his abused ass. Walking was hard. His legs were still wobbly, and every now and then his prostate would fire off a random burst of pleasure that would cause him to spasm. He kept his head down, blushing, and tried to cross the room as quickly as he could. He wondered if any of the other adventurers were looking at him, laughing as Lilliven's newest fucktoy stumbled across the tavern.

Four plates were arranged around the table, and a platter of meat and eggs sizzled in the center. Blaire collapsed into one of the chairs, grateful to be off his wobbly legs, but then groaned as sitting only made his ass hurt even worse.

"You're late, Lily. Supposed to be down here by sunrise," Rea grumbled through a mouthful of eggs, pointing at the morning sunlight shining through the window. "What's the matter, you decide to take him for one more round after you woke up? Or are you just hung over?"

The centaur was noticeably geared up, though not with the heavy plate Blaire had seen last night. A padded leather cavalry skirt covered her lower half, with steel covering only certain strategic areas. Leather armor was similarly strapped to her arms and legs, though she did wear the same steel breastplate. Instead of her gigantic warhammer, a sword and a large kite shield were leaning against the wall behind her.

The tanuki chuckled as she took a plate and started shoveling meat onto it. "Heh. If I'd have taken him for another round, you'd still be waiting another hour from now. No, it just took that long to wash all the cum off him." She grinned, and her tail snaked up the back of Blaire's neck, stroking him gently. "We lucked out with this one, ladies. Best set of holes I've fucked in years. Seriously. Submissive, eager to please, not afraid to get nasty, and so tight! And he was a virgin! Let's keep him around as long as we can; I want this ass as many more times as I can get it." She reached over and gave his thigh a squeeze, before she sat down and started eating.

Rea rumbled in approval before setting down her fork, a smile on her face. "Good, good. I knew he'd be a fun one. Here, Blaire, eat some breakfast. So how'd you fuck him, Lily? Bend him over, get your hands full of that jiggly ass?"

"He was a virgin, horse-brains. You always go missionary with a virgin, so you can watch their eyes go wide when they feel themselves open up for the first time."

"I know that, but you couldn't have stopped at just that, right? You fuck his throat? His ass? C'mon, tell me everything!"

Blaire cringed in embarrassment. He stopped listening, not wanting to hear any more of them talking about him like a cheap piece of meat. He stared at the ham and eggs on his plate, looking for shapes, patterns, anything to distract himself from the conversation. He glanced up, and Lilliven was miming how she had smothered his face with her balls. He looked away. The blood was rushing to his head again. His face felt hot. His ears were ringing. This was a mistake. What had he been thinking last night? Why had he joined this party? What-

"Blaire. Blaire!"

He looked up again to find Rea staring at him, a concerned look on her face.

"Blaire. Did you enjoy last night?" the centaur asked, gently.

Blaire hadn't realized he could blush any harder; he felt like his face was going to explode. He hunched his shoulders and looked away, not willing to look the centauress in the eye. Unfortunately, when he shifted in his seat, his prostate made itself known again. A shiver of pleasure shot up his spine, and he let out a tiny moan before he could stop himself.

He sighed, unable to deny it. "Yes," he whispered.

"Did Lily tell you what your role in this party is going to be?"

He stared at the table, twisting his fork in his hands. "The party...f-fucktoy."

"Heh," Rea laughed. "That's one word for it. Fucktoy, stress relief, cocksquire. Personally, I like 'healslut'. You tend to our wounds when we need it, and our urges when we don't. It's a win-win for everybody. So, why do you look so freaked out right now?"

Blaire looked up at the centaur incredulously. "You don't get why I'm embarrassed...about being a

fucktoy

?"

The centauress cocked her head in confusion. "What's embarrassing about that? Lots of parties have healsluts. The three of us have needs, Blaire. Strong needs. How else are we supposed to keep our balls drained and our heads clear? There aren't any whores or barmaids out on the campaign trail, you know!"

Lilliven leaned forward, joining the conversation. "Some of our good friends have a fucktoy. Four orcs and an elf. They gangbang her every night, and she loves it. Really leans into the race kink, gets off on the taboo."

An elf...Blaire thought back to the elf last night, the way she had clutched at her orc partner's body while he lifted her into his lap. Had that been her? She really did seem to be enjoying it. The thought of getting gangbanged by four orcs, though...his ass gave another twinge. Goddess above. One tanuki was bad enough!

He shook his head. "I...I don't know if I can deal with this. I trained to be an adventurer. I honed my survival skills, I learned healing magic. I really put effort into this! And, and now I find out my most valuable quality is my

ass!

"

Rea gave him a quizzical look. "I'll ask you again. Did you enjoy what Lilliven did to you last night?"

Blaire grimaced again. "Yes."

"Then I don't see what the issue is? You're an adventurer, and you're enjoying yourself. Plus we're enjoying you. And in the meantime, you get to be part of one of the top parties in this city. You want to become a legendary healer? Stick with us. In a few weeks you're going to be more powerful than any other F-rank healer in the world. You'll even earn your E-rank badge in a few months instead of a year. And that starts today."

The centauress slid a piece of paper across the table, an official Quest Offer from the Guild.

"If we're going to keep you around with us, we need to get you geared up. It doesn't look good for a high-ranking party to have a member going around looking like...well, like that." She waved her hand in the general direction of Blaire's outfit and staff. "We're going to get you experience, and we're going to get you some new gear."

Blaire looked at the paper. It was a detailed sketch of a monster: a broad, flat body, eight scuttling legs, and a long, sinuous tail. "We're hunting roatans today," Rea continued. "You know roatans, Blaire? Face-rapers? Someone reported a new nest not far from the city, and that means merchants and travelers are at risk. We're gonna go wipe them out."

The Quest Offer only had two red skulls stamped on it. Easy difficulty, far too easy for these experienced adventurers. But at the bottom of the form, Blaire saw the reason why. The quest reward was a medium focusing sapphire, twice the size of the one currently mounted on his staff.

"Face...rapers?" Blaire had never heard of such a creature before. The sketch looked horrid, like a massive insect made of flesh rather than chitin. But the message was clear: they were taking an easy quest solely for his benefit, to get him a reward. He was still a little leery about being their 'healslut', but if they were willing to make sacrifices just to get him better healing gear, maybe they were serious about him being a legitimate member of the party after all. Maybe it was OK to stick with them, even if it meant servicing their...urges. He gulped, blushing as he remembered Lilliven's massive cock smacking into his face. Her sticky, musky cock, with its endless spurts of delicious cum...her plush body embracing him from behind as she whispered soft praise into his ear and pumped spurt after spurt inside him...why was he objecting again?

Realizing he was daydreaming, he looked up at them. "OK. Let's do it, then. I'll do my best to help you all!" He clutched his staff tight, already imagining it with a shiny new sapphire.

Lilliven grabbed the Quest Offer, looking it over while eating with one hand. "Roatans, huh?" She talked with a mouth half-full of food. "Throwback to our newbie days. Well, I guess a little genocide could be fun. What do you think, Ellie?"

Ellaria hadn't said a word the whole time. The demon was sitting with a contented smile on her face, basking in a ray of sunlight as it shone onto her through the nearby window. It made her look oddly angelic for a moment. "Oh yes," she purred. "I could go for some genocide this morning. I love the little 'squee!' roatans make when they die." She giggled. "Their eggs are delicious, too!"

Rea raised an eyebrow at Ellaria. "You're pretty chipper this morning, Ellie. I guess Lily wasn't the only one who got some tail last night? Who was it? Barmaid? Night Watchman? Did you drain some poor back-alley bandit dry?"

The succubus just giggled again and pressed a finger to her lips, whispering

"Let a lady have her secrets, you brute!"

The centauress sighed and shrugged, then turned to face Blaire. "Ah, well. Anyway, Blaire, I'm very glad to hear you say that you'll do your best for us. I'm sure you've realized the reason we're taking such a low-level quest. Let's earn you that new sapphire, and then I'm going to take you back to my room and show you what you missed out on last night." She grinned. "I know a party like ours might seem a little overbearing at first, but I know you'll come to really enjoy it." She looked at Lilliven, who had finished eating. "You said he was eager, right?"

"Oh yeah," the tanuki chuckled. "The boy's a natural sub, through and through. He might've even had more fun than I did!"

"Good," Rea's smile widened. "I can't wait to see just how subby I can train him to be." She leaned forward over the table, reminding Blaire just how enormous her body was, and lowered her voice a bit. "I promise you, the two of us are going to have

loads

of fun tonight." She winked before leaning back again.

"Now, are you all done with breakfast? Let's go kill some monsters!"

"Right!" Blaire grabbed his staff and hopped up, then immediately winced at a sharp spike of pain from his tender ass. Crap. How was he going to go on a quest when he couldn't even walk right? He wondered if he should bring it up to the other members...but no. He had said he was going to prove himself to them, and that's what he was going to do! He would find a way to tough it out.

The other party members all gathered their gear. Rea picked up her sword and shield from the wall, and Ellaria produced a twisted elm staff from somewhere behind her chair. The head of her staff was a latticework of tiny intertwined branches, and six medium emeralds were set into the lattice surrounding a medium-large emerald in the center. As they headed for the door, Rea handed Ellaria a set of steel horseshoes, presenting her feet one by one so the warlock could magically weld them onto her hooves.

With the other two distracted, Lilliven stopped Blaire with a hand on his shoulder. She bent over to whisper in his ear. "Are you going to limp like that all the way to the roatan nest? You're a healer, why don't you cast some healing magic on your ass?"

"On my...oh!" He could do that? It hadn't even occurred to him. He clutched his staff, channeling mana into the maple, and the sapphire at the top began to glow. He began a lesser healing spell, one meant for minor cuts and gashes. Normally he would have to look at the wound in question and visualize healthy, unblemished skin. His mana would flow out through the sapphire as a warm, blue glow and coat the wound, imposing his will onto the flesh until it reshaped itself to his wishes and knitted itself closed.

How was he supposed to visualize his own ass? And as healthy and unblemished, no less? Was he supposed to go pull down his pants in front of a mirror? That didn't seem right. Maybe he could do it with feeling, instead. He closed his eyes and focused inward, on the pain, on the way his shattered butthole throbbed and twitched. On his prostate deep inside, swollen and enflamed. On how his poor flesh had been abused. On how that thick, veiny cock had spread him open, had pounded into him, had made him feel so

good

, and...no, wait. That last bit wasn't right. He was supposed to be casting a healing spell, not fantasizing about getting fucked!

But it did seem to be working. Mana was flowing into him; he could tell that much. He could feel

something

shifting around inside his guts, and the pain was easing away. He opened his eyes, and his hands were glowing with a white aura, which flowed upward into his wrists and disappeared inside his body. White? That was odd. Healing magic was usually blue. Whatever it was, though, it worked. He took a couple of steps, then a few experimental squats. No pain!

He grinned at Lilliven. "It worked! A healing spell on my ass. I would never have thought of that. Thanks for the idea!"

Something caught his eye, though. Behind Lilliven, Ellaria was staring at him with wide eyes. She looked shocked, but when she noticed him looking at her, she quickly recovered her composure. "Alright, come on, ladies. Our brute of a party leader already left; let's go before she leaves us all behind again."

She turned and headed out the door. Blaire hurried to follow, and was just close enough to hear her whisper to herself.

"A bright soul indeed..."

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Navigating the crowded streets of Altan City had always been an ordeal for Blaire. Thousands of people, all shoving in every direction, trying to get to their destinations as fast as possible: it was utter chaos, and a human of Blaire's frail stature had no hope of forcing his way through the crowds. The day before, just making it to the Adventurer's Guild had taken him the better part of two hours.

Today, though, was a breeze. As the party walked from the Guild building to the South Gate, Blaire marveled at how much space there was. The crowds instinctively parted as Rea approached, giving the centaur a wide berth. Some looked terrified, and Blaire heard the word "monster" whispered every now and then. Others saw her bronze diamond Guild badge and nodded respectfully. Either way, by following in her wake, he was able to walk without being jostled or bumped by anybody. He did his best to keep his head down. Despite his dream to be a legendary hero, he had never been great with attention, and the looks some of the crowd were giving him creeped him out a little. So he just kept his eyes downcast, looking at the hooves in front of him.

Once they reached the gate, though, that ended. The guards recognized Rea's party and waved them past. One guard wearing officers' insignia even started chatting with the centaur as they walked. But Blaire's view of the conversation was suddenly blocked as a guard stepped into his path. "Hold it, miss."

The man leered down at Blaire, his grin full of yellow and black teeth. "I'm going to have to ask you to step aside for additional questioning. It's purely routine, don't you worry, cutie." He reached forward to twirl his finger into one of Blaire's golden curls, then stroked a thumb across his cheek. "We might even have to do a full search on you. You never know the goods a pretty little thing like you might be...concealing." His hand started to trail down the front of Blaire's outfit, reaching to undo the buttons at his chest.

Blaire gulped. Was this really happening? He had been accosted before, but never by someone in a position of authority. He looked for his party members, wondering what to do. Rea and Ellaria were still chatting with other guards -- they hadn't even noticed he had been separated from them! And Lilliven...she was just watching. Waiting to see if he could handle the situation himself, most likely. Well, if that's what she wanted, that's what he was going to do!

Blaire took a breath, summoning his courage, then looked up at the guard. He gave the man his best attempt at a death glare, praying to the Goddess that his gray eyes looked steely enough to intimidate him. He even wrinkled his nose in disgust at the stench of onion broth wafting from the man's unkempt beard. Then he reached up and grabbed the man's wrist. "My apologies,

sir

. But there seems to be a misunderstanding." He dragged his hand down along his body, down to his crotch, where he forced it against his bulge. "I'm no miss." Finally, he flipped his hair back, revealing the red triangle Guild badge. "And I'm on a quest. Please let me pass."

The guard's eyes widened in confusion as he squeezed Blaire's crotch, then bugged out in shock as he realized what he was feeling. "You...you're..." he stammered, but his shock was quickly replaced with rage. "You lying WHORE!" He jerked his hand out of Blaire's grip like he'd been burned, then backhanded him across the face!

Blaire suddenly found himself on the ground. The world was spinning just a bit; he had never been hit like that before. His face felt wet, and he raised a finger to his lips to find a trickle of blood leaking out.

He looked up, expecting to see the guard about to strike him again, but the man was frozen, trembling. There was a dagger at his throat, and a very angry-looking tanuki pressed up behind him, whispering something in his ear. Whatever Lilliven was saying to him, the man's face was as pale as death.

With a shout, the nearby guards started to draw their weapons to help their friend, when Rea's voice boomed out.

"Captain!"

It resonated across the gate area loud enough that everyone stopped to look. "Is there a reason your men are assaulting my party member? Or does that cockroach just have a death wish?"

The officer near Rea looked around, bewildered, before spotting Blaire. He muttered a quick "ah fuck," before shouting at his men. "Stand down! STAND DOWN! Let her through! Can't you see the guild badge, you useless idiots!?" He turned back to Rea. "I'm so sorry, Sir Rea. W-we didn't know she was with you. It won't happen again, I swear."

Rea said nothing, glowering down at the captain and his men as they scrambled to make way for Blaire and Lilliven. The captain got in the ugly guard's face, screaming at him about regulations and punishments, while the other men had the decency to look embarrassed. As Blaire and Lilliven caught up with the others, Ellaria began to taunt them. "Remember, boys! Everyone in this party has a bigger cock than you do, and we don't go gentle!" She slowly swung her tail around, letting everyone see that the bulbous tip had squeezed itself down and lengthened out into an approximation of a foot-long penis. It thrust at the air a few times as she continued. "That goes for this little cutie, too! Half your size, and twice the man you'll ever be! So unless you want to spend all night worshiping Adventurer cock, you can kindly

fuck off

!"

Blaire picked himself off the ground and grabbed his staff, which had skidded a few feet away. Then he ran as fast as he could to rejoin his party. He kept his face down, staring at the cobblestones so hopefully nobody could see how hard he was blushing. He already didn't like attention much, and now Ellaria was shouting about his cock to an entire platoon of guards!

Thankfully, they passed through the gate without further incident. South of town, the land was broad and open, with beautiful rolling fields on both sides of a well-traveled highway. Some miles ahead, the road wound its way into a large forest. Altan Forest: the location of Blaire's first official Guild Quest.

Once they were out of earshot of the gate, Lilliven stopped him. She cupped his face, wiping a smear of dried blood from his lip. "Hey. Good job standing up for yourself, but you went about it the wrong way. Men don't react well to being shocked and embarrassed in public like that. If something like that happens again, do what the girls do." She held something out for him. It was a small knife handle, but it didn't have a blade. At least, not until she pressed a button on the side, and a blade snapped out with a soft

click

! "It's called a switchblade. New halfling technology. I'll show you how to sew a pocket into your sleeve to hide it, and the next time some meathead tries to molest you, you cut his goddamn dick off." Her lips were pressed tightly together, and her eyes were filled with fury. "You're

our

fucktoy. No one gets to play with you without our permission."