[Fb4Fu] Your healer is dying for your affection tonight after tending to your body. You’re not gonna leave him high and dry, are you?

“Aah! You moved, stop doing that! Makes it so much harder to work back here…” A voice gentled chastised you directly from behind. You gave him a teasing look, before turning forward again and remaining still. The soothing and pleasantly cooling salve made its way onto your wound once more. Delicate hands massage them in such a way that conveyed both warmth and care. What would’ve been a dicey and painful procedure had you been on your lonesome has been reduced to nothing more than a sort of bonding exercise between you and your healer. “I don’t hear any munching!” The voice called out. You begrudgingly picked back up the handful of bitter roots you stashed under your boot, and began chewing…

It had been some months ever since you two paired up together. It was honestly an uncommon sight. A frail and slender male healer with quite the mouth touting around with his hardy and strong woman companion. You two made for a good duo…though some would say you guys bicker quite a bit. Mostly him shouting out after you as you charged headstrong into danger. With his healing, who could stop you? Then again, he was only adept at stopping the bleeding, not the pain itself. Regardless, you’ve found yourself in this situation a lot. Naked, hunching on a log, chewing bitter roots while staring at flickering flames while he fretted over your wounds and grime for the day. Beat bumming out in the woods alone.

“…There! Now you won’t have a nasty scar.” He chimed triumphantly. The young man coming around to your side as he leaned forward. His earrings dangling back and forth as he enthusiastically searched your face for any sort of praise. It was difficult to deny him such a thing. With such a soft, expectant, and purely innocent expression, one would think that he’d be as pure as freshly fallen snow. You knew better though. His mood dampened upon not seeing any thanks, and instead turned to something teasing. “Backstabbing ruffians aren’t that new, but still did a number on you. Luckily you’ve got an astounding healer under your beck and call, wouldn’t you say? Almost forced to admit that you’re due to reward them somehow…” His hands placed themselves on his hips, his robes shifting restlessly as he awaited permission. Your healer wasn’t always so subtle with this. Oftentimes you two would find yourselves fooling around late into the night. Came with the territory of defying death together day after day. Thankfully, he wasn’t a handful in bed, and was quite soft and gentle when he wanted to be. The question was, would you treat him with that same kindness tonight? Or did you want to vent out a little frustration?

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Hello hello! I hope you enjoyed my little spot of writing. It was admittedly rushed, but I always liked the idea of a strong woman with her male healer to back her up in a fantasy setting! Then you know, once night falls, the two are just as fierce with each other as they are with their foes.

Despite my writing here, I can write him as a pure bottom or a servicing switch, hell, even a dom! There’s maaany ways to feel better that don’t involve healing arts, you know. He’s a bit of an expert with his tongue!

As for kinks, there’s nothing mandatory! Although I am writing this with a bit of role reversal and femdom in mind. Things like teasing would be great too!

Please send me a message and we can get to discussing kinks and things like that! Maybe something you like about the post too as I so do adore praise in all its forms…