The Ranger Xxx

Unable to stay in the saddle any longer, he slipped off and fell to the ground. He had reached the temple and knew someone would find him. Feeling comfort in this knowledge, he forgot about the blood pooling around him and the pain flowing through his body, closing his eyes to rest. Fortunately, he was found and taken in.

He could hear people talking as he regained consciousness. Sitting up, he surveyed the area around him. He couldn't tell which divine this temple had belonged to as he blacked out, but in the sunlight, he could tell it belonged to The Followers of Dimatia. While not religious himself, the divines must have favored him to end up at this temple. Dimatia is the deity of life, and is typically associated with fertility and birth, as well as medicine and most other medicinal practices. The Followers were extremely skilled in the restorative arts of the human body and made one of their key principles the knowledge of these medicinal practices.

"You need to lay back down," a nurse called to him from across the room, walking in his direction. He obeyed, and could tell from the blue collar of her white garments that she was one of the head practitioners at this temple. "It's not very often we get someone bleeding out on our doorstep," she said, checking his vitals, "but it happens." Those last words had come out in a sort of quiet exhale. She stood up and studied him. "What's your name?" She asked, still looking him over.

"Kalmin."

"Ah, yes. The Dragon of Degoria. We had thought it was you, but we weren't too sure," she smiled, showing great hospitality to someone with a reputation such as his.

"Where are my belongings?" he asked, not able to spot them in his current position.

"Do not worry. Your mare is being cared for in our stables, and your, um, 'equipment', shall we call it, is safely stored away with other valuables we wouldn't want falling into the wrong hands."

"How long have I been here?"

"You've been out for a week."

"Hmm," Kalmin growled disapprovingly.

"And it will be another month before we will be willing to discharge you."

"I see," he said, studying the practitioner.

"We are quite surprised you were able to make it at all. The wounds were deep, and you had lost a lot of blood. You will have many scars from this, and I'm surprised you won't have any permanent damage. Except for the top bit of your ear, of course."

He lifted his hand and felt his ear. The right one seemed fine, but the left one had a flat top where the rest of his ear had been lost. No longer being able to hold up his arm, it dropped to his side on the mattress. He tried to move, but felt as though he was being weighed down with lead. He could barely adjust his body, and just that small movement took all the energy he had.

"If anyone were to come asking for you, what should we say?" the practitioner inquired.

"Tell them to go away."

"And if they are rather... persistent?"

"Then send them back so I can tell them myself."

"Will do, sir," She said with a rather sarcastic tone, taking her leave.

Deciding to rest and regain his energy, he closed his eyes and relaxed, allowing himself to fall into a light slumber.

He awoke to the sound of footsteps approaching his bed. The moon was out in full force tonight, allowing him to see as clear as day. After a failed attempt to sit up, he turned his head toward the source of the sound. The figure approached, masked by the lack of moonlight toward the center of the room. Eventually, the silhouette reached the moonlight, exposing their identity. It was none other than the practitioner he had talked to before. She made her way towards his bed in slow strides, leaving the sheer night gown she wore undisturbed. Kalmin gave his thanks to the moon, as the light illuminated her body, allowing him to see all her womanly features.

The Practitioner's body was perfect in most every way, from her long, shapely legs to her face emanating its natural beauty. Her breasts were large, the size of small melons, and perfectly symmetrical. Her waist, while small, led to hips that flared out before drawing back in to become her thighs. In between her thighs laid the most wondrous part of her. She had shaved her pubic hair, allowing Kalmin to see her slightly glistening slit in the moonlight. Looking back up to her face, their eyes met and locked on one another's gaze. By this time, she had reached a point of only two steps away from the edge of his bed. He broke from her gaze to find her holding a small mason jar in her hands. He looked back up at her with an inquisitive expression.

"You are wondering what this is for," She whispered, gesturing to the jar. "This is your payment for treating you. We do not charge coin like the other temples and houses of healing. In its stead, we ask only for an offering to Dimatia. This offering must come in the form of sperm." She said, shrugging off her night gown as she talked. It fell to the floor silent as a feather, leaving her naked. She took the last two steps toward Kalmin and sat on the edge of his bed facing him. She gazed through his eyes, into his soul, asking if he would accept in her proposal. He nodded his reply, unable to respond in words. She smiled, then ran her right hand down the left side of his face. He shuddered at the utterly pleasurable feeling he received. She moved her hand down, grabbing his covering and placing it just beyond his feet.

Kalmin lay on the bed in his undergarments as The Practitioner ran her hands over his body. After several minutes of this, Kalmin was as excited as he was going to get, and she saw this. She reached for the tie on his undergarments and undid the knot, allowing her to slide them down. Very slowly, she pulled on them. When the undergarments had finished passing over his member, it stood seven inches tall with a slight curve to the left. She removed the garment from his legs, and reached for his throbbing appendage.

She lightly wrapped her hand around his member, just being able to touch the tip of her thumb and middle finger together. Setting the jar between his knees, she spat saliva onto her other hand before rubbing it onto his cock. She brought her hand back, spat again, added it to his cock, and had successfully completed her task of coating the member with her saliva. Taking both hands, she wrapped them around his rod and started stroking it. She was a master at giving hand jobs, and this one was no exception. Slowly stroking it tip to base, she stimulated every nerve she came across. Kalmin laid there in a state of pure euphoria as she continued her expert level massage.

Kalmin watched as she performed, and found she was staring at him. They locked eyes, transferring all kinds of messages from one another without so much as a sound between them. After a few minutes of this, Kalmin realized he was drawing close to his release. The Practitioner picked up on this from his eyelids drawing closer together with each stroke. She removed her left hand from his hard rod, grabbed the jar from between his knees, and positioned it at the tip of his member. He exploded with his release after only three more strokes. His eyes shut tight, his mouth slightly ajar, he felt the complete and unabashed pleasure of his release.

The Practitioner watched as his semen proceeded to fill the jar. Her eyes went wide with the amount he had given, a half jar full. The most she had ever seen was a quarter full, and this was double that! Once done, she placed the lid on the jar, and set it on the floor under his bed. Kalmin opened his eyes and looked at her. She sat there, on the edge of the bed, her expression one of visible hunger as she stared at his still hard member. She turned to him, looking for permission before going any further. He gave a slight smirk, and nodded his permission. Her attention went back to his member standing before her. She didn't know what to do. She had never felt this much need to have a person inside her. She reached her hands out, lightly caressing his stiff appendage. It was still glistening with her saliva, though it was drying up rather quickly. She made up her mind on what she would do.

The Practitioner leaned her head down and licked the tip of his cock. After tasting what remained of the semen he had expelled earlier, she couldn't help taking all of his member inside of her mouth in one go. Kalmin watched as she did this, and could feel the tip of his cock resting in the back of her throat. She remained in that position for a moment, cherishing the feeling of his cock filling her mouth. Once content, she started raising her head, dragging her lips up his shaft back to the head. A trail of spit clung onto his cock head as she sat upright. Still looking at his engorged member, she repositioned herself such that her knees were on either side of Kalmin's hips.

Kalmin stared at The Practitioner as she shifted herself until her dripping pussy was directly above his throbbing cock. Before lowering herself, she looked to Kalmin, locking eyes with him. She wanted to be looking him in the eyes as she impaled herself on his tool. Hands on either side of Kalmin's chest, she proceeded to lower her hips. Upon contact, both her and Kalmin emitted a slight gasp that intensified as his head entered her soaking tunnel. Holding there for a moment, they both regained their focus and locked eyes once more. Unable to resist the passion burning within her, she dropped, enveloping him the rest of the way into her. Kalmin's member throbbed harder as he relished the feeling of warmth now surrounding his tool.

The Practitioner sat there in total bliss at the feeling of fullness he had given her. Regaining her composure, she started to lift herself back up. Kalmin was in a state of euphoria as the tightness of her pussy battled against her rising hips in its attempt to keep him inside her. He knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer if this slow pace continued. Able to read his facial expressions, The Practitioner thought of a solution. Once coming all the way off his cock, she slowly dropped down onto it once more, then remained in that position for several minutes.

After relaxing herself and allowing her vaginal canal to stretch in its accommodation of Kalmin's large member, she started raising and lowering her hips faster, her speed increasing until she could do it no faster. Kalmin felt some relief as the decrease in pressure on his member allowed him to prolong the time before his finish. Having only minimal energy, Kalmin laid there as she rode him.

Eventually, Kalmin felt the telltale signs of his imminent finish. Using some of the energy he had regained while sleeping, he thrust his hips up ever so slightly to indicate he was getting close. The Practitioner caught on, now watching his face. She continued to ride him until the moment before he finished. As he started down the path of no return, she hopped off his cock, scrambled back, and lined the tip of his member up to her open mouth. She gave him only one stroke before he exploded, filling her mouth with all the semen he had in him. His eyes shut as the orgasm took hold of him, and when he opened his eyes The Practitioner sat on her knees between his, looking him in the eye as she proceeded to swallow everything he had given her.

Once the globules of semen had made their way to her stomach, she stood to the side of his bed, picked up her nightgown, and proceeded to clean him off with it. By the time she had finished cleaning him, the only evidence of anything happening was the faint smell of sex on his genitalia. She rolled the gown into a ball, bent down and grabbed the jar of semen from under the bed, and turned to go.

"Wait," Kalmin whispered, "I wanted to thank you for this." He told her as she looked over her shoulder at him. She smiled as she replied, "You don't need to worry about paying me back. You will in due time." Kalmin had no idea what she meant, but as he started to ask her, he noticed that she had vanished. Still thinking on what she had said, Kalmin fell back asleep. This time, he was able to sleep undisturbed until the morning sun had risen.