Chapter 19: 'Graph'ic Healing [R18]

There were many ways one could wake up - like being in a box as just a head - or being face-first in a warm pair of tits. So many came to mind as his eyes opened and started to focus; that time when he had told his father he was 'trying out' women for a harem and waking up with a bed full of stunning princesses, that time he had gotten piss-drunk and woke up in his bed on their family ship, and one of the worst was when he woke up clinging to the ceiling like a bat after a bad dream he had.

This time, though had to be his favorite. He heard a soft humming coming from his right, and saw a warm glow that only candles could make. When he turned his head (holy shit he could turn his head) he saw Azrianna dressed in a dark silk dress that had little fringes on the small straps that rested on her slender, pale shoulders.

Shoulders he truly wanted to bite, honestly.

He didn't clear his throat or make any kind of sound to disturb her, for he was enjoying watching her work whatever it was she had in a mortar and pestle. It smelled good....(it was great to be able to actually smell fully again, too), and each grind of the stone against the bowl was calming and sweet to the ears.

In fact, when he truly listened he could hear she was humming with the beat of her crushing and mashing. It was more than delightful for him to awaken in such peace and serenity. It was not an experience he had enjoyed yet, and that just made it more special.

His little crush was growing on Azrianna and it was becoming more of a 'smitten' feeling than a little twinge in his stomach when she touched him. Now there was a stir in his chest when he heard her voice as well. Hopefully it wasn't a magical spell coming over him. He was starting to wonder if this was all part of some plan.

That would be Azrael's game, too. He loved to pull the rug out from others when they felt safe. It was how he had killed all of his siblings, after all. This would be a prime opportunity to get the playboy prince to drop his guard, feel comfortable and happy, only for Azrael to come in and smash everything down like he had when they were children and Azier built a tower from balancing stones or blocks.

Regardless of that fear, something with Azrianna made that desire to put up a wall impossible, and he trusted her fully despite what he knew.

If he was going into a trap - then maybe he could enjoy it before it snapped in on him. Besides, someone as angelic as Azrianna couldn't be capable of such treachery. It was more than just a feeling, it was a sense in his gut. She came off so pure to him that he was going to literally place his life in her hands.

She must have sensed him staring at her, for she suddenly stopped her work and turned her head to lock eyes with him.

"Oh, Azier you're awake," she sighed with a gentle relief and turned her body fully towards him.

Her breasts practically spilled out of the nightdress since she didn't have a corset on anymore to hold them back, and no sight would have been more pleasing to him at that moment.

"Ah, the perfect pair to set my eyes upon" he started with jest, and immediately decided against being silly as he followed up smoothly with, "those ruby gems are more than welcome in my sad garnet eyes."

"Are you feeling alright? We were worried about you," she followed up and stood from her dressing table after turning to grab the stone receptacle that held what appeared to be a thick, brackish brown paste.

"I am now," he replied sweetly and smiled at her with desire.

His body was most certainly exerting his pheromones, because he could see two nipples budding beneath the thin garment. If only he had his cock attached.....damn that Evyra.

"Are you sure? I'm rather certain you are not. You are missing pieces of yourself still. One in particular you like the most, from what I have learned of you," she knelt by the bed and placed her medicinal goo on the nightstand next to it.

"Is that what you think of me?" He pretended to be wounded.

"Azier...." she began with a gentle tone of warning, and laced her gaze in his where he noticed them glow just a little as though she were trying to make a point (or use an ability on him).

"Okay, fine. You caught me - but can you blame me? I mean, it's not just your average tool, you know." He replied defensively as though he needed to at all.

"You are correct, I cannot blame you. It would like to see how above average it is sometime...but... we'd have to reattach your glory first," she started with a little deviousness in that sweet, airy voice of hers.

"Oh?" Azier started with a deep interest in hopes this was going somewhere good.

"Mmmhm," she nodded and then continued, "I already helped return your head to its former glory, and I've made more ointment to reattach your cock for the same purpose."

His eyes widened and he felt his muscles at his Adonis belt tense as she said the word 'cock'. What a bad thing for such an innocent lady to say.

"The thing is... I didn't want to do it while you were asleep. It felt wrong. Was I correct in my assumptions?" Azrianna asked with heat behind her aloof sound.

"Very," he found himself nearly salivating at the prospect of feeling a woman's softness in any fashion right now - but especially the gothic glory that was beside him.

"May I treat your wound now that you are awake, my prince?"

Azier nodded with a silent awe and stopped himself from muttering something inappropriate.

"Then let us begin this difficult procedure, yes?"Azrianna must have been teasing him at this point, but he was happy to play in.

"Yes please," he said in a far higher pitch than he planned.

"Very good, then." She said with a smile and slowly peeled off her nightdress that revealed two perfect breasts, and a pair of very sexy, very see-through, and very lacy panties.

Instinct had him bite his lower lip in deep anticipation.

Even if she went as fast as vampiricly possible - it wouldn't have slayed that wanting promise she had already given.

He could feel her apply the cool, smooth medicine to her hands and rub it up and down his injured shaft with care. It only hurt a little at first, but as soon as that salve slathered across it, the pain ceased and just like all males, he elongated and hardened.

It had been ages since had felt his cock 'stretch', and that felt almost as good as the pressure she applied to it. To be able to feel his muscle grow and stiffen was one of the best feelings of his life, and he didn't dare cease the moan that was rising in his chest. It too, needed to escape.

"My poor prince... All this time your other half as been so abused," Azrianna began and rather than apply more aid to his skin, she instead used gentle pressure and an up and down motion to coat the rest of his growing flesh with the concoction.

"Azrianna..." he let out of his lips lustfully.

Apparently she liked that, because she grinned when he moaned her name, and it seemed to inspire her to go at her work a little 'harder'.

"Yes, Azier?" She cooed teasingly.

"I wish I had the rest of my body right now, because by this point, I'd be unable to stop myself from pulling you onto me," he answered with a sultry heat.

"Nnhn..." she moaned in reply and locked her eyes with his as she bit her lower lip, too. "Promises...."

"Promises? No no, love - it's not merely a pledge," he spoke with pleasure in his words from her soft twists and pulls as his long member and had to stop to hiss in air between his teeth. "Nnhn...when I get my body back, you'll be addicted to me."

"I believe I could already have a habit forming right now. One that is growing the more I sit before such a fine man as yourself," Azrianna was all-out flirting with him now. It was a complete guarantee at this point that she was going to surprise him with whatever hidden, repressed dirty skills she had in that body of hers.

"I most certainly am," he echoed in sentiment and let out a groan of pleasure as she started to take care of his base and balls, smothering them in that rose-scented paste she made to where it was almost like someone fixing a handle to a sword with fresh molten metal.

"Give this some time, and it will bond you together again faster than you think. I'll have to sit here and hold it for you so that I can activate the ingredients with my...well...you know..." she rolled off with a bit of fear, careful not to mention magic again.

He didn't blame her, but he certainly caught her drift.

"Sweetheart, I don't think I could sit here in wait if I had my other limbs, so it's a good thing they're missing. I want to touch your silky skin and run my fingers over you," he confessed and licked his lips as he thought about licking her flesh, and tender nipples.

"Just your fingers? What about that talented tongue of yours?" Azrianna dared rather than asked as she leaned onto the bed further.

"Whoa. Where has this Azrianna been hiding?" Azier couldn't help but ask with stunned surprise in her bold words.

"She is always here, Azier - just only available after sunup, and only with you."

"....I would like to get to know her very much, please...." he let out with a beg to his words.

"We have all day. Don't rush it," she suggested.

"So you don't want my tongue between your lips, then? It wouldn't interfere with your duties, after all. In fact, I am sure it would give you a better vantage point....." he gave her his own dirty suggestion in return.

If this didn't work, he'd turn on the desperate, sad look that won a lot of women over in his time. Hopefully his tempting offer was enough.

"Are you offering to taste me, Azier?"

"No. I'm offering to devour you, Azrianna."

That did it. As though he had uttered the magic words she excitedly removed those silky panties from her perfect hips and ass, and pushed herself up on top of him to where her slick petals were presented to his lips like a sacrifice.

Her puss smelled sweet and untouched like the first taste of honey, and while usually he would just pull her towards his face hungrily, instead he had to request for her to, "move back just a little, my princess and sit on my lips lightly. I'm going to have you writhing with pleasure when I am done."

His invitation went answered immediately and as soon as her soaked opening was just about to touch him, he thrust his head forward instead to surprise her with an intense, and long lap of her slit to part her lips so that his tongue could wriggle inside her private canal.

"Azier!" She let out a little too loudly from shock.

He merely made a satisfied 'hum' into her and and kissed his way down to her clit. Without fingers to help expose her tender bud, he instead improvised and flicked his tongue from side to side until he was able to make contact with her hot flesh and circle the little 'bean' with the tip of his 'verbal sword'.

Her cries of pleasure were immediate and most females did, she leaned into his mouth for more, which he happily obliged. His tongue moved in zig-zags, and his lips would pucker and 'kiss' her sacred pearl tenderly in between his laps.

She was sensitive, that was certain - for just a few minutes into enjoying her essence, she let out a soft moan and pulled away as her body quaked with an orgasm.

"Azier, Azier stop - stop - I'm...I'm cumming. I can't take anymore..." she let out loudly without care of who heard.

He merely ignored her brief reprieve and instead used his abs to push himself into her further and complete his work as her shattered breaths and calls signaled to him that she was experiencing the height of gratification one could impose on a new lover.

"Azier!" Azrianna cried out again and dipped her head down as she gave in and enjoyed each wave of satisfaction that lapped against her core over and over again.