Reincarnated as a Healer : Why are my powers so filthy?-Chapter 33: Form up

Boren shouted, his voice rough, "Form up!"

Through the twisted trees emerged a massive quadruped, bark-skinned and hunched, its eyes glowing blue, oozing pus.

Roots pulsed from its back like writhing tentacles, slapping the ground, ripping up stone.

It roared—a guttural, earth-shaking "GRRRR-HRAAAAGH!"—the sound raw and jagged like splintering timber mixed with a choking, phlegmatic wail, reverberating through Leon’s bones, making his teeth clench as the air itself seemed to shudder.

Saria’s voice cut through the chaos. "Positions! Focus on its legs!"

Leon ran forward—too fast—his heart pounding, and fired a burst of fire at the Thornbeast’s side.

The flames licked its bark but fizzled, doing nothing.

He cursed, his breath—" his arm—damn it!"—his fingers trembling. He tried a wind arc, the spell slicing shallowly into the bark but failing to pierce.

"I’m too—!" he gritted, his voice raw.

The creature slammed a root-tentacle into the left line, screams echoing as soldiers were flung.

One hit a rock with a sickening crack, his body still.

Leon darted to a bleeding man, his hands glowing faintly, but the healing spell fizzled mid-cast, out magic.

"No—no no no—" he muttered, panic rising, his hands shaking.

Terya grabbed his torn arm, her grip firm, her green eyes fierce.

"You’re drained. Too fast. This place is corrupting the mana field," she said, her voice urgent but steady, her leather top clinging to her sweat-slick curves.

"I can’t stop. They’re dying," Leon said, his voice cracking, his eyes wide with desperation.

She looked him dead in the eyes, her smirk faint but determined.

"Then we fix it."

She dragged him back behind a twisted log, its blood-red bark rough against his back as she shoved him against it, the battle’s screams muffled by the dense wood.

The moment they were hidden, she dropped to her knees, her fingers deftly tugging at his belt.

"Pants. Now," she said, her voice a low, hungry command.

Leon hesitated only a second, his heart racing, adrenaline and arousal crashing together. freёnovelkiss.com

She yanked his trousers down, his cock springing free, already hard from the battle’s intensity and her proximity.

Terya licked her lips, her green eyes glinting with mischief and hunger.

"Look at you," she purred, her breath hot against him. "So full of power. Just needs direction."

She took him into her mouth without preamble—wet, warm, deep, her tongue swirling with a fierce, filthy rhythm, sucking hard as her hands gripped his thighs.

Her eyes flicked up, locking onto his, that familiar glint sparking his magic even as his body trembled.

Leon groaned, his hands sinking into her blonde hair, the sensation overwhelming, her throat flexing around him.

She pulled back, panting slightly, a strand of spit hanging from her swollen lips, her smirk wicked.

"Touch me," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "Come on, Leon. We need you. I need you to recharge and use me however you want."

His hands moved instantly, sliding under her leather top, palming her breasts—soft, full, bouncing in his grip, her pale pink nipples hard against his cold fingers.

"AAaa~" She moaned as he pinched them, leaning into the pressure, her slender body arching toward him, her leather pants open, revealing the glistening heat between her thighs.

"I want it," she gasped, her voice raw. "Give me all of it. Fill me up. Let your magic flood out of you."

Leon thrust into her mouth again, deeper, her moans vibrating against him, sending jolts of heat up his spine.

She didn’t gag—she moaned louder, her hands stroking his base, her tongue relentless.

His hips bucked, his magic surging, the bonds in his chest flaring as his arousal peaked.

"Terya I am—" Leon was getting closer, and he tired to pull his cock out from her mouth.

But, Terya pushed herself deeper down his length.

"Ah! Terya" He came hard, groaning her name, his climax flooding her mouth, her throat swallowing every drop with a soft, satisfied hum.

In that moment, his magic roared back to life, crawling up his spine, sparking through his chest, igniting behind his eyes. The sluggishness was gone, replaced by a torrent of fire and wind, the hybrid pulse stronger than ever.

Terya coughed slightly as she swallowed, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and grinned, her eyes smoldering.

"Better?"

Leon pulled her up, kissing her deeply, his hands still roaming her body, squeezing her firm ass through her leather pants.

"Much," he said, his voice rough but steady, his magic thrumming.

They emerged just in time to see the Thornbeast swing its tentacles toward Saria, its roar—a guttural "GRRRR-HRAAAAGH!"—shaking the ground again, its timbre like a landslide of splintered wood and choking rage.

She caught one tentacle with her bare hands, her feet digging into the soil, fire erupting around her like a halo, her black robe billowing, her ponytail whipping in the heat.

Leon raised his hand, his magic roaring, and unleashed a twin spiral of wind and flame, the spell tighter, fiercer than before.

It struck the creature’s side, burning through bark and bone, the impact sending a shockwave through the trees.

The Thornbeast screamed, a high-pitched "SKREEE-RAAH!"—like tearing metal fused with a dying wail—its blue eyes flickering as it staggered.

Saria followed up, her sword glowing red-hot as she leapt, carving through the creature’s neck in a single, blazing strike.

The beast collapsed, its roots twitching once before stilling, the air thick with the stench of charred wood and pus.

Leon stood panting, his mana flowing like fire again, his open tunic revealing the bite marks Terya had left on his neck, his chest heaving.

Saria looked over, her dark eyes lingering on the marks, then meeting his gaze.

She nodded, a silent acknowledgment, her lips twitching with the faintest hint of approval.

The forest was silent again, but the weight of Vraxus’s keep loomed closer, its corruption seeping into the very air.

Leon’s magic burned bright, but he knew the cost of this battle—and the recharge that had saved them—wouldn’t be the last.