Lord Vale stared at Ayra, panting. "So what do you want to do?"

Ayra ran her eyes through the cave room, looking for something to work with. "Heal and soothe you of course, what else?"

She set her eyes on a leaf growing at the corner of the cave. The system pointed at the leaf with a blue dot in approval as Ayra got up to her feet and went to pick it up. She soon returned and knelt before Vale, meticulously squeezing the leaf as its liquid spilled.

"What... What’s that...?" Vale struggled to ask while feeling the pain rush through his chest.

"Stop talking unless you’ll make it worse. Just sit down and enjoy the process." She applied the liquid to his mouth and urged him to open up and drink. He was skeptical but Ayra insisted.

"Do you want to die here?" She asked.

Vale reluctantly opened his mouth as she poured in the substance. He felt a rush of pain in him which slowly ceased the pain he was feeling in his mouth.

Ayra applied the liquid on her fingertip and then brought her fingers to his bare chest, slowly caressing it. She felt the lines of his fine chest with her fingers, gently running it from his chest down to his abs, outlining those packs.

"What..." He wanted to speak but felt a sting of pain around his chest. He felt his body aching, he could feel the heat around his body building, his mind was going numb, his vision was going blurry. His corruption level was rapidly spiking, but he could feel the injury pain around him subsiding.

[Ding!]

[Berserk Level increased to 80%!]

[Host, hurry up!]

"You... " Vale held himself, closing his eyes while struggling to fight what ran through his mind. He felt pain internally and it felt like he was going to run mad anytime soon. "What.. are you...?"

Ayra didn’t bother replying. She made sure she caressed his chest until the injury from behind slowly stopped bleeding profusely and healed. His mouth had also stopped bleeding as Ayra looked around. The closest thing she could find was Vale’s clothing, so she tore a piece of the loincloth around his waist and brought it to his mouth.

"What are you doing...?" Vale flashed his eyes up, staring at her while wondering why the hell she was tearing up his clothes.

She smiled. "Don’t worry, you’ll know when we begin soothing," she teased as she wiped his mouth clean with the clothing until it was spotless.

"Is this part of the healing..? Why are you cleaning my mouth...?" He asked sarcastically, still fighting the inner corruption building in him.

But Ayra smiled. "No, it’s not. It’s just me getting prepared to work." She said and immediately tossed the piece of clothing aside and leaned in for a kiss.

Ayra’s lips pressed against Vale’s, her mouth taking his in a hot steamy kiss. Her lips pressed hard against him, urgently licking and caressing it in a messy kiss.

"You..." Vale gasped as he felt her lips against his. He felt her tongue piercing into his mouth and her wet saliva making its way down his. Their mouths wrapped in a steamy hot kiss while he felt his whole body numbing. Slowly he couldn’t feel the pain that ran through his body for the meantime.

Ayra pulled backwards after the brief kiss. She stared into his eyes. "How do you feel..?" She asked with a smile, teasing.

Lord Vale said nothing as he stared at her. His mind was still fuzzy. He was one who was almost drunk from his corruption, but he could feel his pain going numb for the meantime.

"You..." He stared at her. "What did you do to me..?"

Ayra smiled. "Relax, I’m helping you.." she said, her hands gently caressing his chest now. She let her fingers feel his hot body, outlining the lines of his body and letting him feel an intense rush through his body.

She smiled as he followed her eyes, watching her eyes drop lower from his chest until it got down to the bulge beneath his packs. There were already two visible bulges pushing against his loincloth.

He panted slowly, heat dripping down his body as he stared at the bulges, surprised. He didn’t remember when he had gotten that hard.

"You don’t have to..." Vale wanted to protest but it was already too late. Ayra’s hand had slowly pulled off the loincloth around his waist, setting the two hard cocks free while they both stood throbbing, the heads shining and leaking a little.

The snake had two paler cocks. One that looked white but thick with veins around it. Hard enough to pierce through holes without ease. The pinkish head was the cherry on top for the sight.

Vale tried to push her hands away weakly. "No... I’m fine," he insisted, but his voice shook. His cocks twitched when her fingers brushed them.

Ayra let her fingers gently caress the edge of both cocks, letting him feel the lingering sexual pleasure from the touch. "If I don’t help you, you’ll die. So just sit put and enjoy if you want to live."

Ayra gently wrapped both hands around his two cocks. One hand on each. They felt hot and heavy in her palms as she slowly started stroking up and down. Her thumbs rubbed over the heads, spreading the slick precum.

"Does this feel good?" she asked, biting her lower lip as she stared up at him. Her strokes got a little faster. She squeezed tighter at the base, then slid up to the tips. "Your cocks are so hard already. I can feel them pulsing."

Lord Vale groaned but tried to act tough. "You...." His hips moved a little anyway, pushing into her hands as she went faster with both cocks firmly in her grip while she kept pumping—up and down. She twisted her wrists a bit on each stroke. One hand focused on the left cock, rubbing the underside where it was extra sensitive. The other hand worked the right one, pulling the skin tight then loose. She edged him by speeding up then suddenly slowing down when his breathing got heavy.

"You like my hands working your double weight, huh?" she teased. "Look how much milk you’re already making and we haven’t even gotten there. You’re so naughty."

His face flushed as he struggled to hold in his moans while his whole body twitched hard from the touch. "You... are you talking down on me...? Don’t you know I’m a lord...?"

But before he could finish, she leaned in and kissed the head of the left cock. Then the right one. Soft wet kisses. She licked the precum off with her tongue, tasting him. Salty and warm. Then she kissed higher, up his stomach, and finally reached his mouth. A soft kiss as she pulled backward and stared into his flushed face.

Ayra smiled. "Enough of the lord talks. Focus on recovering first."