LoL/(M)(GAF) Agree to the healer's terms
From Create Your Own Story
"Fine," you say reluctantly. "I agree to your terms."
"Good," the healer says, tucking his cock back in his trousers. "Stand back and don't touch anything." You notice that the clinic is filled with shelves covered in bottles and jars, boxes and baskets, each filled with a different herb, root, crystal, or charm. The healer gathers a few supplies, then stands beside Cuttle. He sprinkles an aromatic gray powder over the sepiman's chest, then daubs the cut on his head and the almost severed tentacle with a thick, pale green salve. He takes a lump of gray rock and holds it over Cuttle, then begins to chant in a strange, archaic language, speaking words you've never heard before. His hands begin to glow with a soft, pale blue light, then he places them and the stone on Cuttle's forehead. The light flares, then vanishes.
"That ought to do it," the healer says, putting his rock away. You stare in amazement as the faint scar of Cuttle's forehead where a nasty gash had been only seconds before. His injured tentacle has a thick, rubbery scar encircling the muscular appendage. "He'll wake up in a few minutes," the healer says. "The spell is helping his body regenerate the blood he lost, but he'll still be a little weak for a while. I'd recommend letting him rest for a few days--after you've paid for my help, of course."
"Why are you doing this?" you ask. "Why make us perform for you like common whores?"
"Why not?"
"It's disgusting," you say.
"It's entertaining," he argues. "I've never seen anyone be fucked by a sepiman before, and I enjoy watching things that I've never seen. I'm nearly 300 years old, and at my age, there isn't a lot under this sun that I haven't seen."
"Well I don't like it," you say. "Out of all the creatures I encountered in the labyrinth, he's the only one who didn't fuck me, the only one who actually helped me."
"Oh, you're breaking my heart," the healer says dryly. You doubt he has a heart.
On the exam table, Cuttle groans and begins to stir. You step over to his side and take his hand. His eyes open and he stares up at you, a deep and painful sadness in his eyes.
"I'm sorry you were hurt," you say. Cuttle pulls his hand out of yours and struggles to sit up, his tentacles writhing as he starts to slide down off the table.
"Hold on," the healer says. "
WIP
| Labyrinth of Lust | ||
| Health | Tired | Treasure:
Jeweled Gold and Platinum Crown |
| Gender | Male | |
| Location | Gay, adult, furry | |
