Reincarnated as a Healer : Why are my powers so filthy?

Chapter 30: Recharge again

The air in the chapel tower shimmered with warmth—part fire, part breath, part something thicker than magic.

The heavy scent of sweat, candle wax, and lingering lust clung to the stone walls, the flickering light casting shadows that danced like their bodies had moments before.

Leon stood at the center of the room, bare-chested, his skin glistening from the training yard’s exertion and the heat now pulsing through him.

His body tingled—not from exhaustion, but anticipation, a low buzz like the moment before climax, before magic burst free.

His cock strained against his trousers, a silent testament to the arousal Terya’s teasing had sparked.

Terya circled him first, her green eyes scanning him shamelessly—over his defined arms, down his chest, then lower, her smirk curling wickedly.

"You’re hard again," she teased, her voice sultry, dripping with heat. "Cute how training gets you like this."

Saria stood at the edge of the room, arms folded, her black ponytail still, her dark eyes watching.

Silent. Measuring.

Leon didn’t answer.

He just breathed—deep, deep, thick—waiting, his chest heaving with hot anticipation.

Terya stepped behind him, her bare breasts pressing against his back, their sweat-slick warmth molding to his skin, soft and firm, her nipples grazing him with every breath.

Her lips brushed the shell of his ear, her voice a low purr.

"If you want this to work, you’ve got to let go. Let your body lead." Her hands slid around him, palms gliding over his abs, lower, lower—until her fingers cupped his throbbing cock through his trousers, squeezing just enough to make him groan.

His hips twitched, a moan escaping, his head tilting back against her shoulder.

"Still wearing these?" she whispered, tugging at the edge of his trousers. "That’s cute. But it’s in the way."

Without waiting, she unlaced them—fingers deft—and pulled the fabric down over his hips. His cock sprang free, already half-hard, flushed, the tip glistening slightly.

"There he is," Terya murmured, licking her lips.

Saria finally moved.

Not rushed.

Not hesitant.

She crossed the room like a storm in slow motion, her black sash falling from her waist, pooling on the floor like spilled wine.

She knelt in front of Leon, her sharp eyes locking onto his, burning with an intensity that made his breath catch.

"I need you to stay focused," she said, her voice calm but laced with a hunger that belied her stoic facade. "But I also need you hard."

Without waiting, she leaned in, her tongue tracing a slow, searing stripe from the base of his shaft to the tip, her breath controlled but heavy.

Then her lips parted, and she took him into her mouth, the wet heat enveloping him, her tongue swirling with precision.

Terya sucked in a breath behind him, her breasts pressing harder against his back. "Gods, Saria..."

Saria pulled back just slightly, her lips glistening, her eyes never leaving Leon’s. "He needs precision. Not indulgence. Not yet."

Leon was shaking now, his knees trembling as Terya’s hands roamed his chest, her nails grazing his nipples, her lips sucking gently at his neck.

She knelt beside Saria, her grin wicked, her blonde hair brushing his thigh. "Then I’ll indulge him."

Terya kissed the tip where Saria had left off, her lips soft and teasing, then took him deeper—wet, noisy, needy.

Her tongue flicked, swirled, teased the sensitive underside, her moans vibrating against him as she bobbed, her hands stroking the base with a messy, sensual rhythm.

Saria moved lower, her lips brushing his balls, her tongue lapping with slow, methodical care, her hands tracing up his thighs, firm and commanding.

Leon’s knees buckled, a groan ripping from his throat as their contrasting styles overwhelmed him—Saria’s methodical precision, Terya’s messy, sensual hunger, their cheeks brushing as they worked him, their breaths mingling in the heated air.

His hands found Saria’s shoulders first, gripping tight, then tangled in Terya’s hair, pulling gently as his hips twitched, desperate for more.

Saria paused, her lips hovering, her voice a low command.

"Not yet. Hold it back."

Terya pulled off with a wet pop, drool trailing down her chin, her green eyes smoldering. "He’s twitching," she said, her voice breathy.

"Ready to burst."

Leon gasped, his voice a desperate whine. "I—I can’t—"

Saria stood abruptly, her presence like a blade cutting through the haze.

"Now," she ordered, her voice sharp. "Channel it."

Leon thrust his hand forward, his hips still trembling, his cock throbbing painfully, unreleased.

The magic roared out of him—lust-charged, element-bound, a surge of fire and wind fueled by the unbearable tension in his body.

This time, the spell obeyed, a burning spiral laced with blades of wind shooting forward, tight and focused, a perfect corkscrew of fire and cutting gale.

It struck the training dummy propped against the wall and didn’t just cleave it—it shredded it, atomizing it into flaming cinders that rained down like dying stars.

Saria stared, her stoic facade cracking with a flicker of awe.

Terya wiped her mouth, looking up at him, her smirk replaced by something softer, almost reverent.

"...You’ve got control," she said, her voice quiet, laced with surprise.

Leon’s breathing was ragged, his cock still throbbing, his body screaming for release he hadn’t granted.

But his hands glowed, steady, the magic inside him buzzing like it wanted more, a living storm in his chest.

Terya pulled him down onto the blanket-strewn floor, rolling him between her thighs, her soaked panties clinging to her, the outline of her lips visible, glistening with her arousal.

"You didn’t cum," she said, her voice a mix of teasing and hunger. "That’s not fair."

Leon could barely speak, his throat tight, his body trembling. "You’re... not done?"

She smiled wickedly, straddling him, her hips grinding down, the wet heat of her core sliding against his bare cock through the thin fabric.

"I’m never done when you’re still hard," she purred, her breasts bouncing gently with each movement, full and warm, their peaks hard in the candlelight.

His hands went to her hips, then up to cup her breasts, squeezing softly, his thumbs brushing her nipples, earning a soft moan from her.

Saria stood above them, watching, her dark eyes burning with a quiet intensity.

Then, slowly, she knelt beside him, her voice a low whisper.

"One more recharge." She leaned in, her lips capturing his in a slow, deep kiss, her tongue exploring with a hunger that made his head spin.

Her hand slid down, joining Terya’s hips, guiding their rhythm, her fingers brushing the soaked fabric, teasing Terya’s clit through the panties.

Leon kissed Saria back, then turned to Terya, his lips finding hers, their tongues meeting in a messy, heated dance.

Hands tangled—his in Terya’s hair, Saria’s on his chest, Terya’s sliding between Saria’s thighs, finding her wet heat.

Fingers slipped inside, stroking, curling, drawing gasps and moans that mingled in the air.

The magic churned again, rising, thickening, a storm of fire and wind sparked by their shared desire.

Terya tugged her panties aside, guiding Leon’s cock to her entrance, and sank down, her tight, slick heat enveloping him inch by inch.

She moaned, loud and unrestrained, her hips rocking, her breasts swaying as she rode him.

Saria’s fingers stayed on Terya’s clit, circling with precise, relentless pressure, her other hand pinching Leon’s nipple, sending jolts through him.

Leon thrust up, his hands gripping Terya’s hips, his magic surging with every movement, the bonds in his chest flaring brighter.

Then,

He exploded inside Terya, his body lifted from the floor, a cry tearing from his throat as his climax hit like a tidal wave.

An arc of wind and fire swirled around them like a halo, uncontrolled but beautiful, the air crackling with raw power.

Terya shuddered above him, her own climax hitting with a scream, her walls clenching around him, milking every drop.

Saria’s breath hitched, her fingers slowing, her lips brushing Leon’s ear as she whispered, "Good."

They collapsed, a tangle of sweat-slick limbs, their breaths heavy, the room pulsing with the aftermath of magic and lust.

Leon’s body buzzed, his magic stronger, more refined, the bonds with Saria and Terya resonating like a perfectly tuned chord.