[DING!]
"Shit." Rafel frowned as the systems alert in his head blazed him awake. Sunlight was pouring in through the windows of the cabin, dampened to saffron by the forest's mists.
[MANA CORE AT CRITICAL LEVEL!]
[Life essence depleted! System recommends you consider immediate resuscitation. Host is likely to burnout soon. The Apollyon should seek sustenance. Options are currently being calculated.
Total power at minus sixty percent!]
[DING!]
[STRENGTH: 65
HEALTH: 40
STAMINA: 15
NUTRITION: 50
. . .]
More glinting red panels appeared: it was much too bright for his recovering vision. Rafel, in haste blinked away the holograms. If his injury didn't kill him, all the loud ringing in his head just might. The cabin was empty again. He was alone—thank fuck the squirrel was gone. But he missed his curvy, witchy nurse.
She'll be back soon, he reckoned. He had slept into the afternoon.
The smells of the forest were more pronounced as he focused on the only message to him that mattered; his total [Power Level] was less than average. In his wounded state, could he even bear the Rank A title?
The spot where the [Dark Spectre] dagger had dug into him had began to hurt again. It felt like he was being shocked by fierce lightning all over again. The aftershocks were more painful. He tried not to shiver under the duvet. He put his hand, gingerly sliding to touch the spot. His bandages were soaked.
It smelled weird. The flesh around it was soft as pulp. He could feel his body fighting the alien surge of sickness.
. . .his eyes struggling to stay open; yellow pupils darting around the cabin for something, something distracting to glue to.
It hurt to move. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. It hurt—like hell.
"Damn, I must really be dying this time."
Outside, in a sweet clearing ringed by garden petunias and vegetables, Sekhmet heard his voice of low agony as she packed up a change of sheets and a fresh raiment for the night. She abandoned the clothes so fast her hands were a blur. She dove under the spreading line and pushed the door in to enter the cottage.
She rushed to the beautiful boy on the spring bed.
"Ohh, sweet Rafel! You're burning up again. I could strangle that bastard, Meph for this. Who the fuck stabs someone with a fucking lightning bolt? You look like death. It's amazing the Reapers aren't here yet." She frowned slightly as she began to dab at the corners of his forehead with a fresh moist towel.
Rafel tried to turn away. "Please let me do this," her voice was soft. "You'll. . .die if I don't. I could give you more broth, but the soup's done its best.
You have to help me out here. What do you need, Israfel?"
She pulled away a side of the quilt, checking and changing his bandages.
In his head, Rafel said, 'System? A little help here. About time for those fucking options you were talking about.'
[Ding!] came the response, telepathically.
[HOST APOLLYON'S REQUEST DELIVERING:
OPTION 1: Purchase RARE strength surge to fire up immunity, at cost of 50 000 soul coins plus one Agrippa head silver from the Arcane Shop.
OPTION 2: Send message to Uncle, Lord Lucifer Morningstar who possesses in his keep an EPIC health regeneration Charm and two vials of healing potion.
OPTION 3: Kidnap a mermaid and force her to bleed in a cup. Drink of her mythical essence.
OPTION 4: Summon a Valkyrie—though possiblity of being answered are at less than zero percent.]
Rafel didn't like any of them. All these options to revive his spirit, yet, he could sense his system was holding back. 'I am your Host, dammit! Tell all!'
[Ding!]
[There is a final option, Apollyon. It is the goddess before you, the Lioness of Amun-Ra: SEKHMET.]
[According to my infernal calculations, eliciting a—]
Rafel cut out the monotone voice. He knew what he had to do. Moloch the Destroyer had done it once. But in his case, his instrument of salvation was Hyperion. Among all the options, the last was by far the most appealing to Rafel. The most delicious.
He sucked and pressed her.
SQUISH! SQUISH!
The milk was leaking all over his face. He cherished her titties so loudly Sekhmet panted and began to ride the press of his cock. It made a total whore of her. Rafel massaged her until she was breathless from lactating. Her milk was in his hair, slopping down sides of his mouth, but more importantly, he was swallowing.
GULP! GULP!
As he played with her firm and large bosom, he could feel his strength returning. His bones healing, his joints cracking, his fingers receiving life. Rafel rubbed his head in her cleavage. She held up herself as an offering to his fondling. Sekhmet was doing squats on the ridge of his cock. Slapping sounds like they were banging.
The high of feeding his wild mouth got out of hand, and she drew back abrupt.
POP!
The nipples popped out wet and pink, and she sent him a wicked smile as she slid down his body. She tore off the blanket. Her heavy breasts trailed milk on his torso. To combat the fever, she had stripped Rafel underneath the quilt. She kissed his abs, licked the sweat off his golden skin.
She was still smiling, "you smell so good. I love it when you feed from my tits. You like the suck on your nurse breasts, huh? Slurp her milk like a good little boy? Well, how about your nurse sucks your dick for a change—"
Rafel groaned as his thick cock lanced up as he was came off it. He instantly missed the heat of their connected. The flesh pipe went smack, colliding with his bronze abs. He was pulsing and throbbing. Sekhmet's crimson eyes were wicked, she was being brutal with her teasing. Rafel liked it.
He knew he would just about explode if her mouth so much as touched him.
She nestled her face into his groin. She licked up on his gallant shaft.
"Yum," she grinned, caressing up to the engorged head.
She closed her dainty fingers around his impressive girth and began to pump. Bending low with her large breasts rubbing his legs, she lapped his balls. She sucked them into her mouth and Rafel exhaled loudly. "Oh fuck, I can't take it anymore."
Sekhmet saw this need shimmer in his sinful eyes, and she deftly spat on his throbbing shaft. He was hot—like a fireplace poker—against her palm. She poured more saliva over his nosh, until his fat cock dribbled to the ball. Then she opened her mouth over him. Just before she took him in, Rafel patted the sides of her face with his wet dick. She said, "I want you to fuck your nurse's mouth hard.
Grip my fucking hair and choke me with your big dick—"
Rafel thrust upward before she could finish. He impaled her words right out her mouth.
Sekhmet was not shrewd. She went down all the way; a sloppy deepthroat, that had Rafel clutching to her long platinum hair as her head ascended in a sticky trail of spit. "You dirty, fucking nurse," he growled, "you bewitching slut. Take this fucking dick." He teased the shaft all over her face until her cheeks were glistening and her ears red.
Her hair waves in his hand was moist as he guided her rose lips back to his cock. Sekhmet dutifully opened in a perfect 'O' and began sucking him off. "Urrglllggh," he choked her. She was on a roll; blowing him and slopping up his balls. Rafel's thighs lifted up the spring bed as he jerked fiercely up in the air. She grabbed his hard thighs and held him to finish inside her.
Her hot eyes below whispered the words her mouth was too full to spit; 'come inside me.'
Rafel urged her head, deepthroating her again. He held her down, her soft lips grazing his pubic arch, and feverishly exploded within her mouth.
SPLAT!
He released loads of spunk into her. His seed shot out of him in rocket spurts. He was hot as liquid fire going down her throat. Even if she didn't want to swallow, he took the choice from her—but she did. Rafel shut his eyes. He was pounding, slamming, jerking up with great intensity.
It seemed the climax alone would kill him. It was a burnout. And Sekhmet, his voluptuous nurse took it all. She gulped and gulped, and squeezed him with the heat of her mouth.
"Gawd!"
Rafel released her and fell back. The spring bed bounced and went creaking.
"My god," he said again, clearer this time.
His vision was blurred for seconds. He couldn't look down, but he could damn well hear Sekhmet milking out every last drop he had to give. He wanted nothing more than to turn her over, and pound her pretty island ass to forever. But he was still weak. Not ill, but weak. And as if she could read or hear his thoughts, Sekhmet lifted up—her hand still grasping his cock.
"It's alright, Apollyon," she said, "we have plenty of time on the isle and plenty of ways to make you recover."
Rafel peered down. She was right: plenty of time.
Sekhmet had a dazzling smile as she cleaned up the both of them.
[Ding!] His system sounded out in his head. There was no pain.
[A sultry affair with an SSS-RANK NURSE has surged immunity levels.
HEALTH SPIKE: + thirty percent. . .]
Rafel stopped listening. His system could keep the details. He was just happy. He had drained balls. And he'd live. It was good knowing that.
Sekhmet rearranged a fresh quilt over him, saying in a warm tone, "A cup of hot tea?"
Rafel eased out a gentle smile. He could feel his appetite returning. "Yes, please."