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As much as you would like to continue and drain the blonde cutie until he couldn't get it up anymore, the matter of the injured squire does put something of a dampener on things. Even if your cute disciple only reinforced them with healing and support magics, his former companions were the ones responsible for putting the squire in such a state. Sure, he's stable, but you suppose it would be in poor taste to give a succubi's hello to Mark.
Still, you can slip your hand down his pants and give his length a silky squeeze, promising what's to come if he's a good boy.
Ah, Mark lets out such a cute sound at your touch.
It disappoints you more than him when you remove your hand from that warm, throbbing, and oh delightfully large and leaking blade of his and flick him on the forehead. Giving him a kiss on the cheek, you whisper into his ear, "I'll teach you some carnal knowledge later, my dear disciple. So be a dear for me and go heal that poor squire for them, will you?"
"Ah... ah... awwwwww..." Mark groans in disappointment when he realizes that you won't be rewarding him so soon. Sadly for him and his pouting face, he needs to earn himself that delectable hello. Of course, that pout evaporates into a fearful pallor when he spots the glares of Andras and Enid upon him. "Right, that's... uh... I'll go do that, yeah..."
Letting Mark free from beneath your weight, you give yourself a nice stretch.
Mark scurries over towards the injured squire, doing his best not to wither under the watchful glares of Enid or Andras. He only seems to calm down when their gazes turn to you, letting out a long shudder once he's clear of their wrath. Holding his staff aloft, he recites a prayer to all of the gods and none of the gods. A cant of healing that is more like a sorcerous incantation than giving praise or adulation to the gods. The hoop at the end of his staff glows gold.
"Let us give thanks.
Honored Ones who sit upon the Throne of Heaven
Let grace pass through the shadows and the light.
Breath of healing gather upon the four winds;
May the north wind mend thy bones,
May the south wind renew thy flesh,
May the west wind cleanse thy blood,
and the east wind restore thy mind.
Make this child whole once more...
[Winds of Restoration]."
A noise of satisfaction escapes your lips as you give your back a nice good stretch. A smile curls on your lips when you hear the spell that Mark casts; a spell of the third order, which tells you that he's no slouch when it comes to healing magics. Turning to Enid and Andras, you flash the pair of them a sly grin. "I hope that can help balance the scales for my disciple. Maybe the two of you could stop giving him such scary looks?"
