The Healer and the Scout - The Separate Spell - Part 2

By the time your shift is done, you have pages full of notes. The Junior Healers let you work in peace. It could be that there was nothing in the Recovery Tent that required your attention, or more likely, the items they normally would have brought to you, they discussed among themselves for answers.

Both Helane and Georgina enter the tent. “You have been busy.” Georgie comments.

“I was going to talk with you at dinner, but I think here might be better.” Lanie responds.

Before you can comment, both of the Senior Healers check on the outgoing shift. They tell them to go get dinner and to bring back three trays of food. The three of you have work to do.

Georgina checks on patients to verify what the Junior Healers told her, while Helane moves a small table next to the desk along with two chairs. She then gets a large teapot and three fresh mugs, taking away your empty one along with the small pot.

As you finish writing, you smell food as a plate is put in front of you. Your colleagues sit, and give a moment of Thanks, before filling their mugs and taking bites of stew.

You close the Texts and set them aside, your notes pages sticking out of one of the books. Looking at Georgie and Lanie, you say “Thanks. I appreciate this.” As you take a bite of food.

After a few minutes of eating and drinking, Georgina asks “Are you going to tell us what you found?”

You nod as you swallow a mouthful of the spicy, seasoned meat then wash it down with more tea. “I had forgotten…No, I thought I knew better.” You say.

Both women watch and listen.

“When I did the Merge, before I broke physical contact, I was supposed to do a Separate spell.”

“But” Helane interrupts “If you remember, you passed out after you closed all of his wounds.”

You nod, wipe your hands and mouth with a cloth, and pick up one of the Texts. “Here is another note I found.” You pass her the book, pointing to where you underlined a passage. “When using Merge in conjunction with other Repair spells, the healer needs to either be tapped into Healing Energy Focus or have Energy flows directed at them by one or more additional healers.” She reads aloud.

Georgie comments “We’re no where near a Focus, and you reacted too fast for us to organize a Flow conduit. Marge, you really didn’t think about this at all.”

Lanie pulls your notes from the book and looks at them.

“Yes, I over reacted.” You pause, and sip your tea. “Looking back, I mistook Kerry for Tomas.”

“But Tomas has been…” Georgie starts to say, but you hold up your hand.

“I know that.” You sigh and compose your thoughts. “We had just spent weeks of healing battlefield wounds and making sure that this field hospital worked as efficiently as it could.” You take another sip of tea. “Things quieted down, and I was remembering quiet times. Times with Tomas.”

Lanie interrupts “So when you saw a scout who looks like him, with wounds similar to the ones he died from, you overreacted. You already told me that.” She continues reading your notes. “So you found a way to do the Separate spell, and end this?”

You nod. “Yes, but I need the help of both of you and of course Kerry.”

“When do we do it?” Georgina asks.

“Lets finish eating, clean up, and then do this in my tent. Georgie, you’ll have to have let your shift handle things without you for a bit.”

She nods “Give me a few minutes after you leave to organize things and I’ll join you.”

Helane reaches for the other Text. “I’d like to have Diana there too. If for no other reason than to let her observe powerful magics first hand.”

You nod. “Of course. I think there is a role she can play. This has been a lesson I learned the hard way. Maybe she is a better student and can learn without making such large mistakes.”

After you carry the dirty dishes back to the Dinning Tent, you ask Helane “Were you able to alleviate his menstrual cramps?”

“Oh, Yeah. I should have told you. You were right. Once he cleared his mind and focused on his body, the pain went away. I told him to find you if they returned.”

“That was good.” You say as you head for the Scouts’ command building.

You talk with the Scout Commander and tell him that Kerry will be ready to report back tomorrow morning. There is a last healing spell needed to complete his treatment. He needs to report to your tent as soon as possible. The Scout Commander thanks you for the update and tells you that Kerry will be there shortly.

Inside your tent, you move the cot to the center and put meditation cushions all around it. Helane and Diana arrive shortly. You take your notes from Helane and look at your sketch. “Can you place the lamps and candles in a circle around us?” you ask. She nods and does it as you open a trunk and pull out some incense and a small brazier. Then you take a small bowl and fill the bottom with water.

“Why do you need all of that?” Helane asks. “It looks like you are doing old-style witchcraft. Should we ask Harcourt to join us?”

You shake your head when she mentions her sorcerer lover. “No, we don’t need a mage. But because I waited so long to close the Merge Spell, I’ll need to do a ritual that will look like witchcraft.”

“Why?” she starts to ask but is interrupted by Georgina entering the tent.

“What in the Creator’s Name are you doing now Marge?” Her robes moving around her curvy body.

“Good. You’re here. Now we just need Kerry.” You hand the brazier to Diana. Then light a small piece of charcoal and sprinkle some incense on it. “Hold on to this, and when I say, I will need you to walk in a circle three times, Praying for protection, strength, and Guidance from the creator.” You hand her a prayer you copied down. You then get a small surgical knife and set it next to the bowl with water.

“Marge, are you going to explain what we are doing?” Georgie asks.

“As soon as Kerry arrives, I’ll explain everything. I only want to go through this once.”

You sit on a meditation cushion, open both Texts, and flip through your notes.

“Hello Margaret, you wanted to see me?” a familiar masculine voice asks as you feel that strange double heartbeat in your chest.

“Come in Kerry.” You answer.

He enters wearing only a bathing robe. “Oh. I thought you wanted to feel me in person tonight, so I cleaned up and came right over.”

You smile and shake your head. “I want you in-person, but not for the reason you think.”

He looks at the other healers, still wearing healing robes. “I would ask if this is some weird sex thing but you all look too professional.”

“Don’t I wish.” Georgina says. “I don’t think we’ve properly met. I’m Mistress Healer Georgina.” She extend her hand which he gracefully kisses the back of.

“It is a pleasure to meet Margaret’s other colleague.” He says with a gentile bow.

“Now that the niceties have been observed, Kerry I need you to lie down on the cot. On your back and face up.” He does as you ask. Your double heartbeat continues, as it is trying to match his, but you are fighting to keep yourself alone inside you right now.

He tries to relax but you can sense his arousal, which is very evident by the lower part of his robe opening and his hardening member showing.

“Oh my” Diana comments, but Helane gives her a stern glance.

“Focus, Healer Diana.” She then asks, “What do you need us to do?” 

You take the knife, jab the tip of you finger and drip three drops into the water. You then stab Kerry’s finger and also drip three drops of blood. You swirl the bowl so everything is mixed together. Then you hand the bowl to Helane. “You hold this and when we begin. You pray to the Creator to Protect and separate the fluids in the bowl. As you do it, you need to use the energy flow to carefully sever one from the other and then seal each in a bubble.” You turn to Georgie. “I need you to place your hands on my back, feed me healing energy and remind me that ‘I am Margaret, separate and different from Kerry’. Can you do that?”

She nods. You remove your robe and fully open Kerry’s. You feel an electric jolt that hardens your nipples and moistens your pussy. You bite your lower lip and concentrate. “Ok, Ladies, lets begin.”

You place your hands on Kerry’s chest and close your eyes. Immediately the double heartbeat syncs into one. You feel his desire and longing, or is it your longing and desire? You recognize the smell of incense and murmured prayers around you. On your back you feel hands. Healing energy is flowing into you. Desire for sex tries to shape the energy. “We have to end the Merge. We need to be Separated.” You softly say. Thoughts in your head sharply say “No. We belong together. Feel how good we are together.” Excitement and arousal try to pull you in but you inhale sharply. “I am Margaret. You are Kerry. We are separate beings. We do not belong together.”

As you say it, you guide the healing energy to sever the ties between you. You have to delicately cut each merged tie. It’s like slowly pealing the skin off of a piece of fruit but trying to keep both intact. The edge of the Healing energy slowly separates you. His emotions try to fight to keep you, but you feel the razor sharp, shallow cuts Separating you into two. As more is separated, Kerry’s hunger to keep you together increases. It becomes a suffocating darkness trying to swallow you. As you focus the Healing energy to separate you, you feel a blast of Healing energy light up and fill Kerry’s dark hunger. He audibly moans in a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction. You can’t feel him. It’s almost done. You guide the energy to finish severing the last of the ties. Then you diffuse the energy so it heals and seals all of the cut ties, like the skin of a bubble. Your heartbeat is yours alone. Your hands feel his heartbeat in his chest but there is no connection to yours at all. “It is done.” You say as you open your eyes.

Looking over to Helane, in the bowl there are three bubbles, one of water, and two of blood, each separate and not touching. Georgina stops sending energy into you and hands you your robe.

Kerry sits up, and covers himself. Tears are in the corners of his eyes. “Why did you do that? We were good together.”

“No, Kerry. That was the spell. Give it a few days, and if you still want to be with me, we can be lovers, but the sex won’t feel anything like what we had.” There is a cold emptiness. It’s the same emptiness you felt when Tomas died. You look closely at Kerry. He is so young. He and Diana must be similar ages. “Scout. You are fully healed. You may report to your commander for further orders. Return to duty.” You say in your most professional voice.

Helane and Georgina just stand and wait. They have questions but don’t involve him.

He gets up, ties his robe, and formally bows. “Thank you Mistress Healer. Your skills and knowledge serve you well. May the Creator continue to guide you.” Then he leaves.

Helane tells Diana to take Kerry back to his barracks. She’ll meet her back at their tent shortly.

The three of you put your tent back in order. While you do, you answer their questions and thank Georgie for the Healing energy blast that satiated Kerry’s lust. Once you are done, they hug you. “Marge, what have you learned from all of this?” Lanie asks.

“Use my knowledge and experience, not my ‘thoughts and feelings’.” You reply.

“It’s a pity you didn’t give him ‘one for the road’.” Georgie says with a sly smirk.

But you look directly at her. “No, it wasn’t pity. It was to protect the memories of what we shared. I was honest when I said that sex won’t feel like it did. I wish I could… Wait a minute.” You pick up the Texts and scan through extremely advanced spells until you find “Share Memories”. You carefully read the warnings and procedures. It is a variation of both Emotional Bonding and Merge, but is centered on memories. “If you want to see what I experienced, I’ll show you.”

Both Helane and Georgina look at each other, then read the Text. “No. Maybe some other time. When we are not so close to the fighting.”

You chuckle as you give the Texts to Helane to return to Diana. “You’re right. I need some sleep. You should get back to your shift,” you say to Georgie, “and you have a lovely young healer to teach.” You tell Helane. “Goodnight Mistress Healers.”

You lie down on your bunk and soon fall asleep. No strange dreams, no phantom sexual experiences, just sleep.

The Healer and the Scout - The Separate Spell - Part 1

It’s been almost two weeks since you used the Merge spell. During the day, you are okay. Healings, schedules, and updates to the Chronicles all help to keep you focused. While doing those things, “you are you”. Nights are different and you try not to think about them while you are working.

Recently there have been more skirmishes on the border. Instead of you jumping in and healing the wounded, you remind yourself that you are one of the Senior Healers. Let the junior healers do the work. The herbalists and the surgeons are good at what they do, so you use this opportunity to teach the junior healers how to work better as a team. Sitting at the Senior Healer’s desk at the end of the Recovery tent, you update the Chronicles with the day’s events.

‘Members of a cavalier unit were brought in. Most were treated for minor wounds. Their armour protected them from the worst of the damage. The exceptions were a rider whose leg was crushed and another whose spine was damaged. For the crushed limb, two junior healers worked in tandem. Healer Esme’s job was to use Pleasure charms to counter the pain, and Healer Heath’s was to evaluate the damage to the bones.’

You place your pen down and grab your teacup. You sip the warm herb infused liquid. It is nearing the end of the day, and you just want to relax. But you are the Lead this shift, and you don’t want to turn things over to Georgina, incomplete. You glance at the long shadows cast by the setting sun. You’d better finish writing. It’s easier to brief her what happened if you can also hand her the completed daily log. You set down your cup and pick the pen up.

‘For the spinal damage patient, junior healer Okal was used. They did the initial evaluation and treatment.’

You leave a space on the page and write ‘Treatment results, observations, and recommendation: Shattered leg — Use of two healers in conjunction with an herbalist and a surgeon was good. Healer Esme kept the patient calm and relaxed by focused use of the Pleasure charm, boosted with an Emotional Bonding spell. Healer Heath focused on the bones of the leg. Working with the surgeon and the herbalist, they straightened the leg. Heath Looked at the damage, ensured the bones were aligned and used a Joining spell the fuse the broken ends together.’

You think how you oversaw what they did. You didn’t need to do anything aside from minor recommendations, but that’s not needed for the log.

‘The surgeon stitched closed the wounds on the leg and the herbalist wrapped the leg in infused bandages. The patient’s leg will continue to be immobilized until it heals further. It will have to be evaluated later to determine what follow-up treatments are needed. Both Esme and Heath did excellent work along with the herbalist and the surgeon.’

You take another sip of tea. “I really should get the names of the people working with our healers.” You say aloud to yourself.

“What’s that Mistress Healer?” Junior Healer Diana asks.

You shake your head. “Nothing. Just finishing up the Chronicles. Is Mistress Georgina here?”

“Not yet Mistress. Shall I get her?”

“No. I’m almost done with the Chronicles. I’ll brief her when she arrives. Are there any changes to the patients I need to know about?” You ask

“No Mistress.” She turns, “If that’s all, I’d like to get some dinner. They started serving the evening meal.”

You nod. “Go eat. Tell the other healers on shift to get some food too.”

She gives you a pleasant smile and leaves.

You continue writing about how Junior Healer Okal evaluated the spine, used magic to see the bones and nerves, and with the help of a surgeon and two herbalists, ensured the spine was straight, while strengthening the nerves. The spine hadn’t been severed, thank the Creator, but there was damage. Rest and daily treatments of healing magic will be needed to ensure the nerves repair themselves. You write that Okal also did an excellent job and only required minimal assistance from the Senior Healer.

“Anything interesting?” a familiar voice asks as Mistress Healer Georgina walks into the tent and sees you finishing your updates.

“A few things.” You say and then give her a quick briefing on the day’s activities.

She nods and grabs a clean mug off the nearby shelf. She pours herself a cup of tea, then pulls up a chair. “Marge, how are you doing?” she asks in a quiet tone.

You know what she’s talking about. Almost every day she or Helane ask about lasting effects of the Merge spell. “Today, I’ve been focused on work. I didn’t feel any echoes, and nothing distracted me during my shift.” You answer with an almost bored tone.

She takes your hand, “We are worried about you. Sometimes you still show lingering effects. They really should be gone by now.”

You think about it for a moment. “We haven’t heard anything from the Collegium. Maybe there is something I forgot or did wrong.”

Georgie leans closer, “Have you had sex with him again?”

You shake your head. “Every time I’m close, I want him deeply inside of me. But I know it’s wrong. He’s my patient. Until he’s returned to his unit, I’m responsible for him.”

“Hasn’t he recovered yet?” She asks.

“Almost. The tightness and pain are almost gone. Most of his strength has returned.” You pause for a moment and reflect. “Maybe I should have returned him to duty already.”

She gives your hand a friendly squeeze. “If you need a second opinion, either me or Lanie can help.”

You give her a smile and a nod.

“You aren’t having physical sex with him, but are you still having those dreams?” She asks.

You knew she was going to ask but you still feel the warmth rising in your cheeks. “Yes. Some nights stronger than others.”

“But they don’t feel like dreams?” She continues, “And you have physical reactions?”

You lean in closely and keep your voice low. “Yes, my vagina feels like it’s been vigorously fucked and my nipples are sore. My clit feels like it’s been pulsing and throbbing, as I gush fluid in waves of orgasm.”

“Your bedding, its wet from ejaculation, and not urine?” Her tone is professional again.

You nod. “When I finish, I wake up and have to void myself, so it’s definitely not urine.”

“Marge, I think we need to still keep an eye on you. That doesn’t sound right. The sex is right, but I mean the fact that it’s ‘dream sex’.”

You hold her hand for a moment. “Georgie, It’s not like any sex I’ve ever had. I’ve got a vagina and a penis. My nipples are on my chest and also on a chest with small curly hair. I’m fucking and being fucked at the same time.”

Georgina has a strange smile on her face. “I’ve been to seasonal gatherings like that.”

You shake your head. She grips your hand reassuringly. “I’m trying to lighten the mood. I know this is serious.”

You both stand up and hug. “Now go get some dinner. I’m on shift and you’ve been relieved.” She says in a professional tone. “I have to brief the junior healers soon.”

You head for the dining tent and see Helane talking with Diana as you fill your plate with whatever the cooks made tonight, some sort of stew, cooked vegetables, and the ever present travel bread. By the time you head to the table, Diana has left.

“Greetings and Good Evening Mistress Healer, how fare you?” You ask formally. Lanie smiles and dismissively waves at you. “Just sit. You’re coming off shift and my shift doesn’t start for hours.”

“You don’t want to know the status of the Recovery Tent?” you ask.

She shakes her head and sips her tea. “No, I’ve already heard as much as I need.”

You cock your head to the side, thinking about Diana. “Oh really? She’s your source of information?”

Lanie leans in closely to you and in a low tone says, “If I don’t ask her now, how her day went, then she’ll be up half of the night telling me about it. I’d rather engage in more pleasurable pursuits before I start my shift.”

You knew Helane was sleeping with a female healer, but you didn’t know it was Diana.

Both of you spend the rest of the mealtime updating each other. You give her a more detailed report about the day’s healings, and she tells you a little of what she has been teaching Diana, both as a healer and a lover.

In your tent, you do some relaxation stretches before meditating. Your body has been giving you some subtle hints that you’ll menstruate soon, so you put on your absorbent underwear.

As you drift off to sleep, you feel that strange double heartbeat. You try to clear your mind and relax your body. Soon there is only one heartbeat but your body has that strange yet familiar feeling to it. Your hand caresses your breasts. But is it because you miss Tomas rubbing your nipples or because Kerry enjoys the feeling? Neither of you are awake, but you feel his thoughts and desires as much as he feels yours. That empty feeling left by Tomas is trying to be filled by Kerry. You want him to pleasure you as much as you want to pleasure him in return. You feel a hand slowly move down your body. When you get to your pussy, your fingertips slowly rub your clit. But is it your clit you feel or the tip of his hard cock? Fingers rub and circle around the mushroom head. It feels so good. Fingers stroke the length of the shaft as fingers thrust into your wet, hungry pussy. That weird double pleasure feeling echoes in your brain. As the shaft is stroked to the base, your pussy is filled completely. This strange mirror ‘in and out’ feeling continues until he/you thrust deeply. You feel it pulse inside of you as your cunt pulses around it. Your fingers are wet. The orgasm is intense. You wake up, with your hand in your underwear. That strange double heartbeat is in your chest, and you gasp for air as you catch your breath. 

You sit up, and inhale deeply. “I need you with me.” is Kerry’s thought in your head. You feel desire and longing you haven’t felt all day. 

“It’s not me” you tell yourself and force your mind clear of Kerry’s thoughts and emotions. The second pulse fades, and you feel alone in your body again.

Waking up in the morning, there’s a familiar but unwelcome cramp. “It’s that time of the month again.” You think, as you get up, wash, and put on fresh absorbent undergarments. “I’ll pay a little extra to the laundry workers to make sure they clean them well.” You don’t always get cramps, but when you’ve been under stress, they seem more noticeable. Once you are dressed, you head to the Recovery Tent to relieve Helane and start your shift. On your way, you are stopped by Kerry, who is doubled over, with his hand on his lower abdomen. “Mistress Healer.” He groans.

“Kerry, what’s wrong?” you ask, moving close but not touching him.

“It hurts. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

Helane comes from the Recovery Tent. “What’s going on?”

He looks at her. “It hurts Mistress Healer.” He repeats.

“Lanie, can you check him? I have a thought, but if I touch him..” you start to explain.

She nods and Looks at him. After a moment she says, “Wow! I’ve never felt that on a man before.”

“What? Make it stop.” He whines a bit.

You bite your lower lip to stifle a laugh. His pain isn’t funny, but the situation is. “Should I have the herbalists make some menstrual tea and a warm compress?” You ask your colleague in a professional tone.

She slowly shakes her head in amazement. “Yes, I concur. If he was a woman, I’d ask how often she feels this and if this one is out of the ordinary, but..”

You nod. “He’s feeling mine. It’s not the most painful ones I’ve had, but I was going to have some medicinal tea before shift change brief and try to relax during breakfast.”

“I’ll take him back to his bunk. Go fetch the tea for both of you, and a heated pad for him.” Helane directs.

“Of course, Mistress Healer” you respond in a professional tone to help hide the ironic laughter you want so badly to let out. “A Strong, tough, manly scout, doubled over with a light case of monthly cramps.” But you keep this thought to yourself. Then realize “Something must have gone wrong with this spell. He shouldn’t have felt it, or he should have been able to block it and clear his mind.”

You bring a heated cloth, and a small tea pot and cup. Helane stands by the entrance to the Scouts’ barracks, as you mention “After he drinks some of this, and places the pad on his abdomen, try to have him sit up, and clear his mind. Remind him that he is separate from me.”

“Do you want to do it? You’ve had to do it multiple times.” She asks.

You shake your head. “I think you should. I have a feeling he wants us to be closer. To be lovers and joined. I think it is the spell that is pushing that. Me being close to him, just makes things worse right now.”

She nods and enters the building. “We need to read more up on the Merge spell. I think you’re right. Something went wrong.”

In the Recovery tent, you look at the Chronicles and flip through a few journals, but nothing has what you want. What you need is one of the Healer’s Texts. You haven’t used one in years, and your old one is leagues away at your cottage. During breakfast you ask both Helane and Georgina but neither have their texts. Once you are a senior healer, you trust your knowledge and experience.

After you finish eating, Helane asks “Have you talked with Diana? She is fresh from the Collegium. She hasn’t even finished her first year.”

“If things are quiet during our shift, I’ll talk with her.” You respond.

After you checked on all of the patients and ensured that everyone is doing their part to help with their recovery, you call Diana over to the small Senior Healer’s desk.

“Is there a problem Mistress Healer?” she asks nervously.

“No. Please pull up a chair.” You say as you set out a pair of mugs and a pot of medicinal tea. “You’ll have to excuse me, but I’ve been cramping today, and the tea helps. Would you like some?” You politely offer.

She looks at the empty mug and the small teapot. “Can I fill this with water instead? I don’t need any tea right now.”

You smile at her honesty. “Of course. Go fill it and return. I have some questions for you.”

She takes the mug to the large communal waterskin, fills it, and returns. Sitting on a small chair, she tries to hide her nervousness. “What are your questions Mistress Healer?”

“How long were you at the Collegium before you came here?” You ask as you tap a small graphite stick on a sheet of paper.

“Not long. I was there a few months before Head Mistress sent all of us to field hospitals. She said that we would learn more after a month of fighting, then we could in years of simply studying.”

You nod and take a sip of tea. The warmth slowly moves down your stomach and softens the dull pain in your lower abdomen. “Do you think you have learned a lot?” you ask.

She holds her mug with both hands and tries to keep them from shaking. “I’ve learned some. But there is so much I still need.”

“Is Mistress Helane helping with your studies?” you ask in a relaxed tone.

She looks nervously at you. “Is this what this is about? Is she in trouble?”

You set down the graphite stick and place a reassuring hand on hers. “No. Actually it is appropriate for a Senior Healer to find a Junior Healer to mentor and train. If you were both on the same shift, I’d worry about favoritism, but you work on my shift.”

She looks relieved. “She is teaching me how to feel the magic. How to slowly apply the power.”

“Has that been helpful during your rounds?” you ask as you pick the graphite stick up again and make a couple of notes.

“Yes, Mistress. When working with the surgeons, as they are doing follow ups to the patients, I can put a trickle of power to slowly help the tissues heal. I also can feel when infection is trying to enter an unhealed wound.”

You write down a couple more notes. “Have you consulted your texts since you’ve been with Mistress Helane?”

She nervously chews her lower lip. “No Mistress.” She lets out a sad sigh. “I’ve neglecting my book work.” She takes a sip of her water. “When I watch you and the other Mistresses, I never see you consulting the Texts. You write in the Logs and Chronicles but not the Texts.”

You give her a smile. “A good observation. Do you have your Texts? Can you bring them here?”

“Of Course Mistress. It will only take a moment.” She says, standing up.

You try to estimate how long Lanie has been asleep and comment, “Be quiet about it. Don’t disturb Mistress Helane if she’s still asleep.”

She nods and leaves.

In a few minutes she is back with a small stack of books. She brought everything that a first-year student is given. Good.

She sets them on the desk. You look at the titles. You don’t need “Anatomy”, nor “Biological Processes”, so you set them aside. “The Power of Healing” and “Power flows in the Body” are the ones you are looking for.

The books look almost brand new. You open “The Power of Healing”, and ask. “Have you read this one?”

She looks embarrassed, “I opened it but it didn’t make much sense.”

You notice that she is still standing, so you have her sit again. “As a Junior Healer, you need to have a good understanding of what Healing spells do and what they can’t do.”

You point to the basic ‘Repair Torn Tissue’ spell. You have her read when to use it. “Do you see what it’s limitations are?”

She shakes her head, then she stops and reads “This should only be used when a surgeon is unavailable, and the Healer has time to rest and recover afterwards. The energy for this spell uses the Healer’s life essence to direct what will be repaired. If the wound is too large the Healer can use too much of their own life force to repair the tissue, causing them to be weak and depleted.” She pauses and thinks about it. “Oh, is that why you and Mistress Helane keep having us use small amounts of power?”

You nod. “That is part of it. Learning to ration your power is important, especially when there is battle going on and people are getting wounded as fast as you can treat them.”

You take the book from her and flip through some of the more advanced spells near the back.

“Mistress, is that why when you healed the Scout, you were exhausted? You depleted your resources?”

You slowly nod. “That is part of it. I used a spell that I probably shouldn’t have. It took too much power.” You pause and take a sip of tea. “I overreacted.”

You find ‘Merge spell’. “Good. This is what I’m looking for.” You scan through the initial warning “This is a spell of last resort and should only be used in conjunction with a Separate spell.”

“Oh Shit.” You say aloud.

“Is there a problem Mistress?” Diana softly asks.

“Let me borrow this for a bit.” You hand her back the books you don’t need and hold on the two you do. “When you come back, please make the rounds to check on the patients.” You don’t hear her response as you read warnings you had completely forgotten.

(Come back tomorrow to read what ‘You’ forgot when you did the Merge spell. And see how you are going to fix things. If you enjoyed this, Leave a comment. )

The Healer and the Scout - The Scout's Recovery - Part 2

You feel that strange double heartbeat in your chest, and that achy, strained muscle across your upper back. “Kerry’s near.” You think, then you move to the edge of the tent, to see him rubbing his chest and rotating his shoulder. “Mistress Healer, you mentioned exercises?”

You look to Diana, “I’m going to show him some recovery exercises, so we are going to my tent. If there are any emergencies, please get me immediately.”

She nods “Of course, Mistress Healer.”

You motion for the scout to follow you. Your robes flow around you as you walk. “Let’s do these exercises in a place where we won’t be disturbed.” Inside your tent, you move pillows and cushions on the floor so the area will be comfortable. “Tell me specifically what you are feeling.”

He nods and rotates his shoulders and winces a bit. “I know you healed the wounds, but my chest still feels tight. I tried to string my war bow but I just don’t have the strength.” As he moves his arms and shoulders, you feel the echo cramp within you.

“Yes, we need to do some stretching exercises. But let me examine your chest first.” You explain.

He pulls off his shirt and for the first time you can clearly see his bare chest. The soft, curly chest hairs, and the magically faded scars, one on each of his pecs. He looks so much like Tomas. Smooth skin over muscles that are used to hard work in rough conditions. You pause as he asks, “Why are we going to do exercises instead just using more magic?”

“Magic can knit and repair items, but once they are fixed, exercises and stretches help to ensure the body is working as it should.” you say in an almost academic tone. You then look closer at the scars. As you touch one, there is an unexpected sensation. You shutter as you feel ghostly fingers touching your own chest. The double heartbeat echoes in you, and your breathing catches. Your and his nipples both harden. You aren’t sure if it’s because of the touch or the spell trying to synchronize your bodies.

You caress along the scar and then around his nipple. The mirror sensation on your own skin makes you tingle. You try to focus on the scar, but the touching feels so erotic. He’s getting hard. You don’t need to look down to know, you feel a similar arousal in your clit. Your pulses match, your breathing is in rhythm. Both of your bodies feel electric.

He licks his lips. “Your touch is magical Margaret.” He says softly.

Part of you wants to break contact. Sever the connection and focus on teaching him exercises, but there is an empty longing. He is so much like Tomas, and you so badly want sex right now. You’ve never felt desire, lust, and longing mix together like this. You lick your lips too and think, “My training be damned. I want you.” 

His voice echoes in your head. “I want you too.”

Your crotch is damp and ready. You place your hands on his shoulders and push him to his knees. You feel the soft meditation cushions as he kneels on them. You continue standing and open your robe. “Softly kiss my thighs.” You quietly command.

His strong hands and calloused fingers grip your legs. His warm breath caresses your skin before he softly kisses just above your right knee. His lips are surprisingly smooth. Each kiss is delicate, the way you want it. Thumb-length by thumb-length he moves up the inside of your right thigh. A shiver moves up your spine with each kiss. As he gets closer to your crotch, your pussy feels so damp. You want him inside of you so badly now.

Looking down, he smiles up at you as he feels your lust. He winks and you immediately know he is going to kiss your left knee instead of your pussy. His kisses on the inside of your left thigh are maddeningly delightful. Soft and delicate like a butterfly landing on your skin. As he gets closer, your crotch is so hot with desire and you feel how hard he is. Your clit throbs with a longing ache.

You feel a cooling breath as he playfully blows across your pussy lips. You can’t take the anticipation anymore. You grab his head, pulling his hair and command, “Suck my clit.” A lust more powerful than you’ve ever felt grips you as you press his mouth on you.

You feel the wet, warmth of his mouth as he sucks you. There is a strange echo feeling in your mouth as you feel like you are sucking too. You can’t tell if it’s a ghost clit or the tip of a ghost cock. You lick and suck as you are licked and sucked. You both moan in pleasure. He grips your thighs tighter as you press his face harder against your crotch.

Waves of orgasm move through both of you. Your clit and pussy pulse against his mouth as his cock spurts in his pants. As his semen shoots, you feel your own release. Orgasm after orgasm jolts though both of your bodies. He grips you so tightly as you grip him.

You want more of this, but your Training kicks in. The memory of your mentor telling you “Pleasure to counter pain is not for sexual purposes. Do not have sex with patients.” Her voice echoes loudly in your head and counters your desire and reminds you of your duty. You let out a frustrated sigh. “Heal him first, then later he can be a lover.” you remind yourself.

You break contact, pushing him back. You are both covered in sweat as your hearts move out of sync. Your breathing is ragged as it no longer aligns with his. You stagger back and sit down on a meditation cushion. Your robe is still open as your pussy drips with pleasure. You close your eyes and concentrate. “I am me. My body is mine. His body is his. We are separate.” The echoes aren’t fading as quickly as usual. So you look at Kerry, sitting on pillows, and tell him. “I want you to focus on your breathing. Empty your mind. Remind yourself that you are in your body.” You watch as he closes his eyes, steadies his breathing, and you feel the echoes fade.

You both continue this for a minute and then you have him stand up. You adjust your robe closed and have him put on his shirt. “Ok. Let’s start with some stretching exercises.” You run him through a series of stretches and rotational exercises from his neck to his ankles. Once he is warmed up, even though you realize that sexually, you already warmed him up, you then concentrate on arm, chest, and back exercises. “We need to strengthen and support the muscles we repaired.”

“So every day do as many of these as I can?” He asks eagerly.

“No, Kerry,” you reach to touch him but stop. You don’t want to accidentally trigger the Merge again. “You need to slowly and deliberately work the muscles. Today you’ve done enough, but tomorrow, when you wake up, I want you to do the ‘warm up stretches’, then do 3 short sets of the exercises. If you ride your horse for exercise, then do that afterwards.” An image of his firm, muscular ass, moving back and forth in the saddle, creeps into your mind. There’s a tingle between your legs as if you are riding the saddle, or more distractedly, riding him. You close you eyes for a second, let out a centering breath, and think “Focus on healing him. He is your patient.”

“Yes, I ride my horse every morning. It helps her stretch her legs and allows her to work more quietly when we are on a mission.” He says with a knowing grin.

You need something else to help him. You make sure that you look like your professional self again, then say, “Follow me.” You lead him to the Armourer’s tent. You speak to the Armourer for a moment, and then turn to the Scout, “Kerry, as part of your recovery, you need to help operate the bellows, and carry metal.” You turn back to the Armourer, “He is recovering from chest wounds. I want him to increase his strength, like you teach your apprentices.”

He nods. “Of course Mistress Healer. Build up his strength. How long will he be helping?”

“Let’s try a week at first. I will evaluate him and if he needs more, then we’ll go on a week to week basis.” You explain. “Kerry, remember, you are still recovering. If you need me to explain this to your leaders I will.”

He grins at you. “That shouldn’t be necessary Mistress Healer, but if something changes, I’ll tell you.”

You thank the Armourer for his time and Kerry understands what time to report tomorrow. Then you both leave. “I need to check on the Recovery tent again.” You explain. You want to touch him, to kiss him, or maybe just hold his hand. But you don’t want to activate the spell again. “Do what I told you. If anything feels wrong or out of the ordinary tell me. Hopefully in a couple of weeks, you’ll be fully recovered. Or at least at a point where improvement is all on you.”

He nods knowingly, and you feel a rushing of lust and desire. Then he looks around, hugs you tightly, and kisses you passionately. The spell flares into life again as your bodies try to synchronize once more. The kiss feels good, your arms around him, or is it his arms around you, feel so good. The strength of the embrace and the warmth of the body being embraced all mix together. Then you mentally shout “STOP”, as you break his hug and push him back.

“Margaret, I thought you’d like that.” He says with a sly grin.

You center yourself again, then with a reactive anger that he feels too, you say. “We can’t be like other couples. One, you are my patient. Two, this spell mixes our feelings together in ways we aren’t prepared for.” You curse under your breath for a moment. “Yes, I feel your lust. I want it too.” You step very close to him and pour every ounce of frustration into him. “But right now, we can’t do this. When you are no longer my patient, maybe we can be together. But we need to also see if this is what we want, or if it is just the spell trying to keep us together.”

He looks pained as he feels your emotions and understands clearly what you are saying. “This might all be just the spell? The most amazing sex I’ve ever had might just be the magic?”

You slowly nod and step back. “I will do some research and consult people at the Collegium. Until then we need to be careful. Do you understand?”

“Of course, Margaret, I mean Mistress Healer. I will do as you say.” He then turns and heads for the scout building to report to his leaders.

You head for the Recovery tent. “I’d better add what we learned to the Chronicles. This spell carries far more consequences than I thought.”

The Healer and the Scout - The Scout's Recovery - Part 1

Mistress Helane enters your tent before the sun rises. “Get up, sleepy head. You’ve been resting long enough and should be able to do your shift.”

You blink your eyes at the lantern light. For a second you want to say, “My Chest…” You stop yourself before finishing the comment about your chest and the healers’ recommendations. You realize those are Kerry’s thoughts. Apparently, you both were dreaming together. You cough loudly to clear your throat and sit up.

Helane holds the lamp to your face. “Look at me.” She pauses as you focus your eyes. “Who am I?”

You look at her the best you can with the glare of the lamp, “You’re Helane, one of the three senior healers assigned to this field station.” Your voice has a little edge of frustration to it.

She grabs one of your storage chests and uses it as a seat. “How are you doing?”

You shake your head for a moment, making sure that the thoughts are yours and yours alone. Then you let out a slow exhale. “Lanie, I’m sorry. Give me a minute. I’ll be dressed and ready for my shift.”

She places her lamp down, and reaches for your hands. “Marge, are you really ready?” She asks in a quiet tone.

You take a slow, deep breath. Feeling echo pains in your chest from Kerry. You take another breath, thinking “My chest wasn’t pierced by arrows. My muscles weren’t cut. My skin wasn’t broken.” As you slowly release that breath, the echoes fade. “I’m okay.”

Her hands are still holding yours. “Should I ask, or just scold you?” The tone of her voice is soft but still firm.

You look into her eyes, “I should have known better.” You pause for a moment. “We train specifically for those kind of emergencies.” For a second you think of both Kerry and Tomas. The scout leather armour, the arrows in the chest, and their bodies lying on a table. Their images shift and blur in your mind.

“Why did you do it then?” she softly asks. “You knew the dangers and the risks. What if an artery had severed while you were Merged? You could have gone into shock or worse.”

You nod your head. “One almost did. I repaired it before we removed the arrow.” You pull your hands free from hers. “Let me make an official report. The alarm was sounded as the scout was brought into the tent. I used the Seeing spell to look inside. He had two hobgoblin arrows, one cleanly pierced his lung and the other cracked a rib, his breast bone and sliced an artery. I stabilized him before we removed his armour. When the breastplate was removed, the arrow near the heart shifted and instead of using a pleasure charm to counter the pain, I used Merge. I felt like I was better able to control the situation from within.”

Helane slowly nods. “Yes, Georgie and I already took statements from everyone and added them to the chronicles. But the question that we can’t answer is ‘why’.”

You take a moment and tell her about Tomas. You also realize at that point how much Kerry physically looks like him. When you finish, she places a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll leave the ‘he looked like my dead lover’ part out of my report. I’ll write that you made a judgement call. One, that you would reprimand a younger healer for doing.”

You both stand up. She gives you a reassuring hug. “Marge, I have one last question. Have you thought about how much older you are than him?”

You are struck by that for a moment. You release the hug and look at her. “What? No. We’re similar age. I left the Collegium and he joined the Scouts at the same time.” You pause. “Dammit. That’s Tomas.” You close your eyes and look carefully at Kerry’s memories. He was just becoming a man. Gabriel was a teen. He’s only been a scout for a few years. You are 10 or more years older than him. “Oh Lanie, what have I done?”

“You’re my peer. You taking a younger lover isn’t a problem, if that is where the Merge leads. But I caution you, make sure you both actively choose each other outside of the spell.” She picks up the lamp, “Clean up, get dressed, and go to work. We can talk again over breakfast. Georgie will have a few questions too.

You stifle a groan at that thought. “Great. I can imagine it now. ‘So what did it feel like when you both ejaculated? How badly do you want to be Merged when he fucks a camp follower?’ or something equally blunt and embarrassing.”

Shortly you are walking through the Healing Tent as the sky lightens at the horizon. There are a couple less patients than you remember. You review the chronicles, and see that no one had died, and a few were returned to their units for either duty or medical release.

A sliver of the bright edge of the sun is on the horizon as your stomach grumbles. It’s time to ‘break the fast’ and have a little something in the dining tent. You make sure that the younger medics have all had food first. The field cooks have large pots of porridge. It’s nutritious, but not what you are in the mood for, so you fill a bowl with sliced fruit, and a piece of travel bread. Mistresses Helane and Georgina are sitting at the small round table near the edge of the tent. A third seat is empty and waiting for you. An empty earthenware mug is marking your place.

You give a formal nod and say “Greetings and Good Morning, Mistress Healers, how fare you?”

They respond with “We are doing well, but have much to discuss.” Using the code phrase that you will be talking official business at the table. They both nod and motion for you to take your seat.

A cook’s assistant brings a tea pot. “Do you require anything else Mistresses?”

Georgina takes the teapot. “No thank you. That will be all.” You set down your bowl as she fills the empty mug. The younger medics at the nearest tables quickly finish and leave, to give you privacy. You give a sly smile to your fellow Mistresses who cover their smiles with their steaming tea mugs. You close your eyes and offer a prayer to the Source of all healing power, and thanks for the strength that food provides.

When you open your eyes both Lanie and Georgie are looking at you. “Marge, are you just you?” Helane asks.

You nod. “Yes. I was just praying for a moment.” You take a bite of fruit. “Is there really something we need to discuss or did you just want to clear the area for a bit?” you ask in a low tone.

Georgina leans in. “I have so many questions.”

You chuckle and slowly shake your head. “Of course you do. But can you keep them unrelated to sex?” you reply with a grin.

She gives you a mock shocked expression. “I’d never…It’s simply out of medical curiosity, and to add to the chronicles.”

You chuckle at that. “Of course Georgie, its so important to write down that, ‘during the mutual orgasm that occurred as the arrows were thrust through the body, the healer’s clitoris felt as though semen was spurting out of it as it throbbed in time with the patient’s erection.’ Or should I make it sound even more clinical?”

Her eyes widen at that. She moves her chair closer. “Is that really what happened? You are the only one of us to have used a Merge spell like that.”

You sip your tea and nibble on your travel bread, trying to think how you want to answer. You look around and then lean in. “The emotional Bonding spell that we’ve used during sex is similar. But Merging is not just the matching of heartbeats and emotions, but also full joining of memories and physical sensations.”

Helane slowly nods, “I know. I’ve been watching you as you recovered from the spell. Does your chest hurt?”

Georgina waits in anticipation for your answer. You square your shoulders and slowly rotate them. Just under your breasts there is a slight echo pain. Less intense than this morning. “There’s still something, but less painful.”

Georgina raises her hand just over your chest. “May I?” She asks. You nod and wait as you feel her hand lightly press on your chest. Even through your robes you feel the tingle of magic as she peers into you. “It’s there but it’s not.” She mutters. “Physically there are no marks or scars. But…” you feel a gentle finger of power probe the muscles. Pain echoes flair along your breasts and back.

Your hands tighten around the mug of tea and you bite your lower lip to stifle a moan. You almost instinctively start thinking “Not my pain. Not my body. The echoes are not real. I’m me, not him.” You are so focused, you don’t feel Georgie when she withdraws her spell.

“Oh.” You softly hear as you maintain your focus until the echoes are gone. When you open your eyes again, she says. “I’m sorry. Lanie said they were there. I had to see for myself.”

“It’s okay Georgie. It is a reminder that I need to find Kerry and teach him some exercises that will help with recovery and rebuild his strength. I knitted things back together but there’s more to do.” You have another mouthful of fruit.

The rest of breakfast is spent just talking about what you missed while not on shift. Georgie keeps hinting that, maybe while you teach Kerry exercises, he repays you with some personal time and pleasure sharing. “Young men have lots of stamina and need to be properly taught by an experienced hand.”

“And how many herbalists and surgeons hands have you been guiding after shift lately?” You ask with a sly smile.

“Well if you really must know there are a couple of them. One with a nice piece…” she hold her hands up leaving about gap about the diameter of a lunch plate.

You place your hands over hers. “I thought you were interested in mentoring young women while we’re supporting the military.” You notice that Helane gives a nervous cough at that. You look at her. “Oh, really Lanie. I thought your sorcerer lover was enough for you.”

“He’s been occupied with the war, and there is a young healer who I’m giving special lessons to.” She says in an almost conspiratorial tone. “She’s eager to learn and helps me after a long shift.”

You push your empty bowl next to the empty teapot. “So apparently while I’ve been focused on coordinating healing and recovery efforts, both of you have found some ‘after hours’ entertainment.” They both start to protest but you respond with a broad smile. “Good. Just don’t let it interfere with operations. If things get serious on any front, then end things and focus on the mission.” They both nod. “I’ll have to figure out to do with my scout.”

“If you need some suggestions. I know half a dozen positions..” Geogina says with a sly grin.

You sigh and shake your head. “I’m on shift until tonight. Go rest. I’ll get either of you if I need.” You head to the Recovery tent. In there, you take time to visit each patient. You take a little magic power and strengthen each person you visit. It’s just a general, laying of hands. As you ask each one feels, you send a trickle of energy to aid their natural healing whether it is to help with wound closure, assist with fracture repair, or just boost the immune system. You want to give lessons on gentile healing to some of the younger healers, but are interrupted.

The Healer and the Scout - The Merge Spell - Part 2

 

Your mind is full of images. Some are yours and some are the scout’s. The most painful and clear is that of Tomas, your first lover. A scout, brought home with arrows sticking out of him. He was too close to death to be saved. Sorrow and pain weigh on you. “If I can save them I will. No matter the cost.” An unfamiliar face of a girl crying and saying “Kerry, you don’t need to enlist. Let’s get married. Others can fight.” The images shift to the Collegium, and a healer teaching you “Orgasms while using pleasure spells to block pain are common.” Your classmates giggle like children. “This is serious and not an excuse to use pain to bring forth an orgasm.” There is another shift, and a man who you feel is ‘Father’, gives you a disappointed look. “Son, we are merchants. Marry Gabriel and work the store. Let others serve.” Next image is of your mentor telling you “Use an emotional stimulation charm if you can. The Merge spell should only be used in extreme cases. The bond lasts well beyond its use.” You yell at your mentor in pain and frustration “If I could have Merged, I would have saved him.” Her disapproving scowl is the last image as you wake. “He was too far gone. You can’t heal them all.” You hear as her voice trails off.

There is a warm pot of herbal tea and a cup on the stand next to your cot. You pour a cup and sip it. Diana, A junior healer comes in. “You’re awake, Mistress. I was going to replace the pot if you were still asleep.” You move to sit up. Your muscles feel stiff from lack of use. “How long was I out?”

She slowly shakes her head, “Almost two full days. You pushed yourself harder than you allow us.”

You lean back against the canvas wall of your tent. “It was a mistake, Diana. I used the Merge spell.”

She nods and hands you a small unwrapped piece of travel bread. “Here, eat this.” As you take a bite, she continues. “We all saw.” She unwraps some more and places it on the stand. “Mistress, during the worst of the fighting, you wouldn’t let any of us use it.”

You swallow and then take a sip of tea. The warm herb infused water feels good going down your throat. “I shouldn’t have used it either.” You softly admit. You rub your chest and feel where the arrows hit the scout. There are no scars on your skin, but your muscles feel like they tore and then stitched together. “If I let any of you do it, most of you wouldn’t have survived a month.” You finish the piece of travel bread and wash it down.

“Mistress, why did you do it then? Wouldn’t a pleasure charm have worked?” She asks genuinely curious.

You lean forward to sit up straight, and your muscles scream. You bite your lower lip in pain. Diane pours another cup of tea for you. “Here drink this.”

You nod, resting your elbows on your knees. You take another deep drink. You call on magic to remove the echoes of the scouts wounds, but you are still too weak to direct it. You place the empty cup on the stand. “This, Diana is why we can only use it as last resort. It drains you and riddles your body with echo pains from your patient.” She gives you another piece of travel bread. “Please eat Mistress. Food gives strength. I’ll have the herbalists make another pot of health tea.”

She grabs the small teapot. You place a hand on hers. “You’re right a pleasure charm would have worked. I should have done that, but I just reacted. The opposite of what I tell all of you to do.”

She gives you a weak smile. “I understand, Mistress.” She stops, “Mistress Helane has been making your rounds. I’ll have her brief you when her shift ends. I’ll be back with more tea and some pemmican to go with the travel bread.”

You stand up, move to your meditation cushion, and sit. Closing your eyes you focus on your breathing and circulation. You feel a strange echo of mismatched pulses. “Mine…My pulse…. Not his…..” you think. You lick your lips as you feel your heartbeat. You concentrate on it. The echo seems very close and hard to block.

The smell of freshly roasted game pulls you out of your meditation. The flap of your tent opens and the Scout comes in carrying a large plate and a tea pot.

“You’re awake.” He says as he sits down on the floor of the tent. You notice that he winces a bit as he extends the plate to you.

“Are you in pain?” you ask.

“I’m alive. All because of you.” He pours some tea into a little metal cup and then fills yours.

You take it and say “I accept what you offer in the spirit in which it was given.” Using the scouts’ standard diplomatic phrase.

He nods and takes a sip. “Marg…I mean Mistress Healer, is that a leftover from the spell?”

You shake your head, “My lover was a scout.” You want to tell him about Tomas, but a lump rises in your throat as you think about him.

The scout sits in front of you, placing a reassuring hand on yours. “But that’s from the spell.” You nod, feeling his comforting emotions too.

“I’m Kerry” he says as he points to the plate of food. “I felt that you were hungry.”

You look at the roasted game and cooked root vegetables. “These are from the cook?”

“No, they are still serving travel rations.” He says as he uses his knife to spear a chunk of potato. “I woke up, surprised that I didn’t have stitches and bandages. So I hunted up something fresh.” He slowly bites into it. “I have memories of seeing through your eyes.” He then shifts a little uncomfortably, “And how do you thank you for one of the strangest sexual experiences of my life?”

You take a knife and fork, then slice into the meat. “This is more than enough.” You say as you bite into it. “But why rabbit? A plate of pemmican would be good enough.”

He smiles broadly. “Because of you, I can still shoot a bow.” He flexes his arms, expanding his chest.

You wash down the bite with some healing tea. “A game bow isn’t a war bow.”

He rotates his left shoulder. “I know. One of the healers mentioned something about special exercises to help return me to full ability.”

You smile as you feel the desire to rotate your shoulder too but fight against it. “If the surgeon had stitched you, then you wouldn’t be able to fire a bow for a couple of weeks until everything was healed. Then you’d have to do exercises to recover your strength and flexibility. By using magic, I sped up the healing but you’ll still need to do the exercises.”

He takes another bite of food and leans in closer. “Why did you use magic to heal me? Is because of…” he pauses and thinks for a moment, then says “Tomas? I think that’s the name that keeps echoing in my head.”

Just hearing his name said aloud causes another lump in your throat. Kerry reaches to comfort you. “I don’t want to cause you sadness or pain, but I don’t understand it. We saw so many soldiers and scouts brought off the battlefield. Many of them are still recovering. But you healed me with magic because of someone named Tomas?”

Tears well up in your eyes. You want to run away. You want to tell him to leave. You want the pain to end. Kerry’s hand softly holds yours. “I’m causing this, I should leave. Thank you for saving me.” He starts to stand up. You keep hold of his hand.

“No. Sit. We’ve been in each other’s minds and bodies.” You wipe your eyes. “I haven’t talked about him to anyone.” You shake your head. “I haven’t really dealt with it myself. Stay. Eat and drink with me. Let’s learn about each other like we should have.”

He sits and continues to eat while listening to you tell about, your scout; your love; Tomas. How you and he were stationed together on a border outpost. Both of you new to your positions. You worked at the Healing House under your mentor. Tomas was just a member of the scout platoon, protecting the border. It was during a time of peace. Times when you both learned to enjoy quiet of the sunrise and the calm of the sunset. He taught you how to read the weather, standard code phrases and greetings, then some self-defense. You taught him how to feel the magical energy around him. He didn’t have the gift to use it, but he could recognize when it’s there which was helpful with magical traps and items. You also taught him basic healing techniques that didn’t require magic. Beginner herbalism and basic life saving skill that are taught to all who work in the Healing House.

As you tell Kerry all of this, you see that he’s clearly seeing this in his mind. The images that you shared during the Merge spell. He doesn’t interrupt but smiles, knowingly.

“Then there was that day.” You start to say.

He places his fingers to your lips. “Margaret. I see that day clearly. Don’t say it. I see the arrows in his chest. I feel your panic and frustration as he dies before you. I, too, feel that empty pain.”

You exhale, center yourself, and then smile. “So it’s ‘Margaret’ now, not ‘Mistress Healer’?” you say with a wink then take his hand. “Of course, Kerry, I’m Margaret to you.” You kiss the back of his hand as your fingers interlace his. “You saw me and Tomas, just like I saw you and Gabriel.” You pause and look deeply into his eyes. “Tell me about her.”

He talks about how they were to be married. He was going to work in his father’s store and she was the daughter of a traveling merchant. But when bandit attacks were on the rise, he felt it was his responsibility to enlist and fight back. He was good with a bow, a good rider, and knew how to negotiate. All skills needed by scout units. Without him saying it, you see the disappointment of his father when he leaves to enlist. The tears of Gabriel along with the angry words of her father.

You hug Kerry. “I’m sorry that I forced you to share those memories.”

His arms hold you too. “You did what you thought was best. Now I know why.”

You want to kiss him, but stop. “This closeness isn’t real. The magic made it.” You release him and sigh. “You should go. We both need to rest more. I need to meditate.”

He kisses you. His lips feel good on yours. “As you wish, Margaret.” He says as he stands, taking the empty plate and teapot. He stops at the door flap. “Who will help me with those special exercises?”

You smile, and slowly shake your head. “Come back tomorrow morning. I’ll help you.” You close your eyes and prepare to meditate. “See you then, Kerry.” You hear the flap rustle as it closes. You softly breathe as you try to clear your thoughts. You softly say to yourself. “Yes, I will see you then.”

The Healer and the Scout - The Merge Spell - Part 1

That smell of canvas. It fills your nose. Luckily it’s mostly that and the smell of distilled spirits used to clean the wounded that fills the air of the Healing Tent. You’ve lost track of how many weeks you and the others have been here. Originally the Queen’s dispatch said that you would have a ‘building to cleanse and heal those damaged by the fighting’. But what Her Majesty didn’t know is the military officers and sorcerers took every sound structure in the area and turned into an operational outpost or barracks.

When you pleaded your case, both the army and the mages, stood together saying that they needed sturdy and secure places for conducting and planning the war. It wasn’t their fault that the hobgoblin army and their shaman destroyed everything larger than a farm house.

You’ve operated in field conditions before, and the sorcerers provided you their best and largest tents. Larger than yours alone, so there is plenty of room for the wounded to recover. You walk between the cots filled with recovering people. Many of the younger medics are maintaining those that they can. You stop and talk to one that you don’t know well, “Are there any problems? Is there any sign of infection?”

She looks up at you as she removes an herb-infused bandage and replaces it with a plain, clean one. “No, Mistress Healer. If I find anything beyond my herbalist skills, I’ll request help from you or one of the other healers.”

“Very good.” You say and move to the next one. That’s why you didn’t know her, she’s one of the herbalists. They, along with the surgeons, can treat and cure most of those who are sick or wounded, allowing the healers to save their magic for when it is truly needed.

When you first arrived, the worst of the fighting was still going on, so you set up a schedule of work and rest for the healers. A healer drained of their magic is of limited use, so rest, to replenish magic is as important as eating.

The herbalists and surgeons set up their own schedules, but it was your job to coordinate all of them. Their skills and knowledge is different than yours and many times, needed more.

Those first weeks could have drained and exhausted everyone, which would have left many wounded untended. But you balanced it all, and saved as many as you could.

Now, the sorcerers and the army have pushed the hobgoblins and their shaman back to their side of the border, so things are calmer. It allows those in the Healing Tent, time to recover and return to their lives. The scouts and knights are patrolling and keeping the area safe for now.

You finish your daily check of the Tent and head for the field kitchen and the dining tent. Before you get there, a warning horn is sounded as a pair of riders head straight for the Healing Tent. You see arrow fletching sticking out from chest of one. “Mistress Healer. Wounded Scout!”

It’s the thing you dread most. “Off the horse and lie him on the table.” You yell.

The surgeon is also there. The leather armour fasteners are cut but everyone waits for you to look at him. The other scout is checked by an herbalist while you focus on his partner. Not a lot of blood visible, but the armour and arrows are probably holding it in. You close your eyes, let the magic flow. Without opening them, you “see” clearly into the chest of the man. One arrow went between his ribs and was stopped by the backplate of his armour. Using the magic, you look carefully at the barbed arrowhead. The hobgoblin arrows are wicked and have to be pushed through. You tell the surgeon. “That one is a straight through, but passed through the lung.” He nods and has his assistants bring the wet bindings that will make a temporary seal, and keep his lung from collapsing. You shift your focus to the other arrow. The breastbone is nicked and one of the ribs is cracked. The arrow was stopped by where his ribs connect. “We’ll have to move and push this one through too, but I’ll also try to heal some of the damage.”

An assistant shortens the shafts and clips off the fletchings, as a couple of others ready to remove his chest plate. “When I say, pull it off.” You direct as you still watch the arrowhead. There is an artery that is nicked but not fully severed. If the barbs shift the wrong direction, they will slice through it. You put some healing force into him. The cracked rib is slowly mending and the nick in the artery is stitching itself together. You can’t do too much because the arrows still have to go through him. The surgeon knows what you are doing and stabilizes the shaft closest to the heart. “Are you ready to remove the chest plates?” He quietly asks, while trying not to distract your focus. Sweat forms on your brow as you delicately guide the healing energy, fixing what you have to. “Ok. Now.” You say.

You keep focused on the chest of the scout. The leather back plate slides off, but the front one is lifted off. The scout moans in pain as the arrows shafts move. You have to block the pain by feeding his pleasure center. You place a hand on his forehead and use a ‘Merging spell’. It allows you to share what he feels, and for you to counter it with your strength. The expected pain moves into you, but you grit your teeth and then exhale. Pleasure chemicals in the body flood both yours and his brains. Your breathing matches his, as do your heartbeats. You feel his shirt being cut away as if it was your robe. You feel his erection as he feels your wetness. It’s not pleasure for pleasure’s sake, it’s pleasure to block the pain. You know the surgeon is working. “I’ll push the arrows when you are ready.” You try to keep him delirious with pleasure. “Do it.” You tell the surgeon. You feel sharp piercings penetrate through your chest. You and the scout moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. An orgasm ripples through both of you. It’s a side affect of being linked. “Can you close the wounds or have me stitch?” The surgeon asks. Your breathing is hard now. There is still more healing magic in you, so you answer in a tone full of lust and desire. “I’ve got this.”

Tears in the skin and muscle join and knit. Parts that were violently cut rejoin as you guide the magic. Pleasure moves through you again as you repair and strengthen his body. Sweat covers both of your bodies. Your energy is starting to fade. A younger healer takes your hand. “Mistress, Break the contact. It’s done.”

Even with your hand removed the magic link is still there.

A weak voice croaks “We’re finished.” It’s the scout whose thoughts echo in yours. A post orgasmic glow radiates from you as separate from him. Looking down, you see the scout drift off to sleep, with a post coital smile on his lips. His bare chest is slightly scarred but he is healed. An herbalist wipes the semen from his crotch. “Mistress, I’ll fetch fresh clothes for him.”

You nod and take a step. Hands grab and stabilize you. With the magic gone, you are drained and exhausted. 

“You shouldn’t have healed him fully.” The surgeon scolds you as he walks you to your tent. “We would have stitched him up.”

In a drowsy tone you respond, “I was in too deep. Can’t let another one die like that.” You barely notice lying down on your cot. Deeply you sleep.

Love of a Circus Clown - Part 2

All morning, she is busy. Every time you try to see her, she is either with her family, or with Barbara the trainer and Pickles the chimp. You’ll just have to wait until practice time.

During practice, she’s cold and focused on the routine. Her normal warmth and brightness seem gone, replaced by professional determination. When your cousin Alexi asks how things are going, Katya smiles at him “My part’s going well. We’ll be ready tonight.” Her smile is the smile she usually gives to you. He gives both of you a thumbs up. When she focuses on you, the smile is gone. You try to talk, but she shakes you off and works on the physical routines.

When practice ends, she goes back to Barbara and Pickles. You try to follow but Alexi intercepts you. “Okay Little Brother, what did you do?” Alexi only calls you ‘little brother’ when he wants to have a serious talk. He guides you to his trailer. “Before you tell me ‘Everything’s fine’ or some other lie, I watched you and remember I’m with Barbara. I want to hear it from you, before Barbara tells me what Kat’s telling her.”

You sigh, “I fucked up.” You explain that you wanted to go with Monique, and she turned you down. You explain what Kat said about loving you, and that she only wants you if you want her. Alexi goes to the mini-fridge and pulls out a couple of non-alcoholic beers and hands you one. “We’re on soon, but you’re going to want to drink as we talk.” You nod and sip the cold liquid. He’s been giving you beers forever. He always acts like that older brother who is almost breaking the rules.

You start to speak, but he stops you. “Sit and listen. It’s not as bad as you think, right now. But you’ll have to fix it. First, do you remember before I started dating Barbara?” You think back, but during the summers everything’s so busy you never really noticed, so you shake your head.

“I tried to date Angelique, Monique’s older sister. So, no, a clown wanting to be with an aerialist isn’t crazy. But they literately look down on us. I was about your age when this happened.” He takes a swig from his bottle. “The other thing you should know is Kat’s not a virgin.”

You’re a little stunned by this. “Who?” you ask in a sputter.

“Do you remember last season when that ‘townie’ kept hanging around her trailer?”

“The guy in the ‘heavy metal t-shirts’? Did he?” You ask.

He shakes his head. “No. I explained to her that you don’t want the reputation of sleeping with ‘townies’. Let the ‘flying floozies’ and dancers do that. We’re clowns.”

“And fiercely proud of it.” You finish in a mock ‘Monty Python’ tone.

He smiles and nods. “Her first time should be special, so I took her to a fancy place, paid for a nice dinner, and even got a hotel room for the night.”

You think back to last year. But your parents kept you busy learning ‘the family routines’ and you spent less time with Kat. “Was that when..”

“Little Brother, it doesn’t matter when. Just know that she has some experience. We agreed that she appreciated the lessons, but didn’t want me.”

“But wait, you have been with Barbara for over….” You try to comment.

“Yes. Barbara was part of why I did it. She has been friends with Kat’s family for years. She thinks of Kat as a little sister. So, she wanted Kat’s first time to be safe and wonderful.”

“What would you have done if she fell in love with you?” You ask.

“I would have reminded her that, deep down, she loves you.” He says as he glances at the time. “It’s time to get dressed. Focus on your routine. Afterwards she should be more receptive to talking.”

As you go to your trailer, your father sees you. “Did you and Alexi have a good talk?”

You stammer for a moment. “What do you mean?”

He gives you that warm fatherly smile. “During practice, we saw that something’s off. Alexi said he’d talk to you. Did it go well?”

You nervously bite your lower lip, “Can we talk about it another time?”

“Of course. Your mother and I are always available. I know, your eighteen now, want to do things for yourself, but remember..”

“I’m a clown from a clown family. Yes, Papa.” You give him a weak smile, a thumbs up, then enter your trailer to get dressed.

After you paint your ‘sad hobo’ face, there’s a knock at your door. When you open it, Pickles hands you a note and leaves. It isn’t the first time you’ve received a note via ‘chimp mail’ but you hadn’t expected it. You read “I’m sorry I was cold earlier. Let’s talk after the show. K”

As you line up with the rest of the clowns, Katya stands next to you. She gives you a smile but it’s her ‘performer smile’. You sigh and smile back trying to give a broad smile to counter the frown painted on your face.

Entering the Main Tent, you wave and smile at the audience, walking in your floppy shoes. Katya extends her hand for you to hold. You take it. You always hold each other’s hands during the Parade of Clowns. After you exit the tent, you go to the staging area. Soon it’s your turn to go to the center of the main tent. Katya follows behind you on her unicycle, juggling three soft cubes. Your prop table is already in the ring, and you lead the way. She tosses you a cube, as you toss an Indian club to her. It’s a one for one exchange. As she juggles the Indian clubs, you juggle the soft cubes, then purposely have each one hit your head one at a time. Little kids laugh as you rub your head in an exaggerated manner. Then Katya asks “Ready?” You nod and she lobs each club so it goes up and bounces off the top of your head. You look like you are going to catch them, but you miss as they hit your head, like they are supposed to. The crowd laughs. Katya moves her unicycle closer, slides from the seat, bounces off a trampoline, and lands on your shoulders. The familiar weight of her on your neck feels good. You do your fake clumsy stumble, just as always. Then you get to your mark and fall. Katya prepares and lands on her feet as you hit the sawdust face first. The crowd cheers as she waves and turns. She then reaches down, helps you up and uses a comically large whisk broom to brush you off before you both bow and leave the ring.

Outside of the tent you ask, “What do you want to talk about?”

She shakes her head and pulls you to the side. “Not here. Not yet. After tonight’s finale.” You quietly wait.

After the finale, all of the clowns hug and cheer before they head to their trailers. You don’t see Katya, so you head for her trailer, still in full costume.

In a few minutes, she arrives. “The show went well.” You say. She gives you a weak smile. “I’d received a message you want to talk.”

She nods. “I think Pickles should be part of the act again. Like when we were younger.”

You are thoroughly confused. “Oh. I thought you wanted to talk about last night. I was an idiot. I’m sorry.” You step closer. “I talked with Alexi.” In a much quieter tone you say, “He told me that you’re not a virgin. That you are someone special. I should have seen it, but I’m an idiot.”

She stops and looks around for a second. “Let’s talk inside.”

Her trailer is similar to yours, there is just enough room to sleep and dress. You sit on the stool while she sits on her bunk. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper. “Yes, I’m not a virgin. He showed me sex is something beautiful and special.” She looks down, and you can’t tell if she is crying or hiding her face. “I didn’t want you to know. I was afraid it would change how you see me.”

You place a hand on hers. “He told me he made it special for you.” You then use your other hand to raise her chin, so you look into her eyes. “I’ve always thought of you like a sister.” You feel a lump in your throat and swallow it. “But last night, I saw how sexy you are.” You move and sit on the bunk next to her. “I’m not a virgin either.” She gives you a doubtful look. “The night after my birthday, your Uncle took me to one of the retired dancers. She wasn’t what I expected, but she took her time with me.”

She looks into your eyes. “So, we have both been with someone. Do you want to touch me? Not like a sister, or a friend, or even a partner.” She interlaces her fingers in yours and then uses the finger of her other hand to trace the painted frown on your face. “Do you want to touch me like I want to touch you? Like the most special person I know?”

She leans in for a kiss. You want it to be perfect. Your lips slide across her. The kiss is clumsy and awkward. You stop and softly chuckle. She smiles too and laughs. “We should probably remove the greasepaint before we go any farther.”

She grabs a box of wipes. You pull one out and start to remove makeup. Starting at her lips and cheeks, you softly wipe away the black and white harlequin pattern. She takes a wipe too and begins at your forehead, removing the hobo coloring and your round rubber nose. Both of you use the wipes so softly, almost lovingly. When it is time to remove the makeup from around the eyes, she closes hers first. You take a fresh cloth and carefully remove the small diamond patterns. Then you close your eyes. You feel her wiping away the black and white circles from yours. When you finish, you open your eyes. “You’re so beautiful, I just never saw it.” You reach up and use your thumb to softly caress her lips. They feel warm and smooth.

She moves your hand away and kisses you. This time her lips connect with yours. They are soft. Better than you imagined.

She hugs you. The thick layers of costume dull the sensation. “Let’s finish undressing.” You say as you slide her white skull cap off, revealing her light brown hair. She nods, and removes yours too, so you no longer look like a balding, sad hobo but a teen-aged man.

You both stand up and help each other out of your costumes. Soon she is only in her leotard and you’re in a tank-top and briefs.

Her hand caresses your crotch as she kisses you again. Your hands rub her small breasts. You slide the shoulders of her leotard down, freeing them. They are so lovely. You continue to work the leotard down her body. As you do, she raises up your t-shirt. “I want to see what you’re hiding too.” One of her hands caresses your chest as the other one rubs the hardening shaft inside your briefs. Between the motion of her hand and the sexiness of her body you are so excited.

As the last of her costume slides down her hips and tight ass, you notice her beautiful trimmed pussy. “You don’t wear underwear under this?”

She shakes her head and smiles. “Now let’s see what you’ve got.” She pulls you free from your briefs. You kiss her again as your fingers play with her nipples and she strokes your hard cock. Both of you shiver a moment. You don’t know if it’s the air in the trailer or your initial nervousness with each other. You break the kiss, “Can I suck your nipples?”

She nods “Yes, but also feel me. Like I’m feeling you.”

Her hand is slowly stroking you. It feels so good. Her hard nipple feels good in your mouth as you suck it firmly. She moans in pleasure. A sound that excites you more.

You reach a hand down between her legs and use a fingertip to softly feel her wet lips. Tracing along and between the damp folds. You suck the other nipple. She moans again, and grips your shaft harder. Her hand is slick with your pre-cum and then it is pulsing as you shoot your cum onto her smooth stomach.

You stop sucking and look down. “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect…”

She releases you and then slowly licks her fingers. “Not what I expected either.”

You feel almost embarrassed. “I want to make it special. Special for both of us.”

She hugs and kisses you. “I want you to lick me. Have you ever done that before?”

Part of you wants to lie and say “Of course, I eat pussy all the time.” But this is Kat. She’s been so real and honest tonight, so you answer, “No. Tell me what you want.”

She lies on the bed with her knees bent and legs spread. “Now get on your knees and look at my pussy.” You do as she asks. “Can you use just the tip of your tongue and slowly lick me?” You put your hands on her hips to better balance yourself, lean forward, and slowly lick up and down as she directs. She has you lick around her folds, then between them. At the top of her pussy, she has you slowly lick her clit. “Yes, like that.”

“Should I suck it?” you ask.

“Oh yes, please suck it.” You put your mouth around it and gently suck. It feels different. Different than her nipples but he moans almost the same way. You feel her fingers reach down and grab your hair. “Yes. That’s it. Not so hard. Yes. Can you use a finger too?” You move your hand from her hips and as you continue sucking her clit, you slowly work a finger into her wet opening. “Yes. Move it in and out. Add a twist too.” She explains as she starts panting. Her pussy is so wet. You slide your finger as she asked. You continue licking and sucking her clit. She moans louder and pulls your hair. Her thighs tighten around your head as her slit pulses around your finger. “Oh God That’s So GOOD.” She says as her body shudders. It’s the first time you’ve seen a woman orgasm. As she moans you get excited too and shoot a load on the edge of her bed. She pulls you on top of her and kisses you. “You are amazing. Better than I dreamed.”

You kiss and hug her. “Do you want..” you start to ask.

She puts her fingers to your lips. “Let’s stop for now. I want to have more special nights with you.”

“Kat, are you sure?” you ask feeling a little impatient.

She nods and kisses you again. “We’re together. We can learn and try things at our own pace. Make things always special between us.”

“Should I..” you start to ask.

“Go to your trailer and get some rest. I’ll see you at breakfast.” She sits up and helps you pull on your pants and coat. You carry the rest.

When you get to your trailer, your father is waiting on the stairs. “So, did you and Katya have a good time?”

You aren’t sure how to answer him, but you say, “She made it special.”

“Good. Did I ever tell you that your mother and I started off as partners?”

You nod, letting out a sleepy yawn. “Yes Papa, you’ve told me that many times.”

He stands up and claps you on the back “Good. Get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow. Katya’s a good girl and you’re a good boy. You make a good pair.”

You smile thinking about how she felt in your arms. “Yes Papa we do. Goodnight.”

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