Vivienne was about to speak but Brooke's voice echoed out, "He'll never be the sa after his torture. Archer was thinking about how he fell into her trap because of his love for won. He's paranoid about his appearance."
Everyone looked concerned, but she continued, "He was extrely handso and knew it. Now imagine how he feels that most people would see him as a ghoulish creature. Especially because of the leaking pus and blood."
When the group heard her explanation, Talila questioned with a worried expression, "Is there any way to heal him?"
The older woman shrugged before speaking. "I'm not sure Tali. I'll go see my friend Natalia on the central continent. She is a powerful healer and I'll get her opinion on the matter to see if anything can be done."
Alexa's face turned pale, a mix of shock and concern washing over her, mirrored by Nefertiti, who was normally strong crumbled with worry when hearing the news. Talila gently guided them to sit, her expression soft with worry as she tried to comfort them.
Brooke, her face set in determination, spoke up, her voice cutting through the tension. "I'm going to Verdantia. Try not to bother him; his mood's not good right now."
Talila nodded, offering a faint smile as she suggested, "I'll take Alexa and the succubus for so tea to help calm down."
anwhile, Ella led Sia and Vivienne toward the dungeons, her gaze distant, as she was worried about Archer, but soon enough she couldn't wait to exact so revenge on the woman that her beloved.
Ten minutes later, they entered the prison where guards chained the pink-haired woman to the wall, and she struggled against her bonds. Vivienne's smile grew wicked as she grabbed the woman before jumping into the Domain.
Sia followed behind after the half-elf said goodbye
***
While the harem rushed around, each one trying to help in their own way, Archer sat alone in front of the fire. The flickering flas cast dancing shadows across his scarred face, but his mind was elsewhere.
He couldn't shake the image of Vivienne's face when he removed his mask, the way her red eyes had widened in horror, the recoil that sliced through him like a blade. The sting of that mont settled in his chest, more painful than any of the wounds.
'It's not her fault. My face is pretty to look at,' he thought while taking out a hamburger as his stomach rumbled.
Archer started eating but thanks to his mutilated tongue and opened cheeks that oozed poison he couldn't eat. He got angry before throwing the food into the fire while muttering in an unintelligible voice, "Fuck that bitch, I can't eat until I'm healed."
After doing that, soone appeared in the room, causing him to sigh, but soon enough, a pair of soft hands reached his cut-free shoulders. Mary's soothing voice sounded in his ear, "Stay still, my love. I want to help you relax."
When hearing that, his body slumped down as he didn't have the strength to complain, but allowed her to do it. He sat there as she started massaging his shoulders, which caught him off guard.
He yelped in sudden pain, the sharp sensation making him wince. Mary jumped back, startled by his reaction, and Archer, desperate to calm her, tried to explain. But the words ca out strained and broken, his torn tongue making it hard for him to communicate.
"I...m sorry... the pai...n is too m...uch," he stamred, his voice barely more than a rasp. Archer's eyes filled with frustration, and helplessness as the words slipped through his cracked lips. She crouched down while taking his hand. "I'm sorry about that. Let use so basic mana to see if it helps," she said in a sweet voice.
Following that, Mary hesitated for a mont while standing up before she gently placed her hands on his shoulders. Her touch was soft, as if she feared causing him more pain, but the mont her fingers made contact, a quiet relief washed over his body.
'What is she doing to ? Mana should hurt ,' he mused as he started relaxing.
She began massaging his shoulders slowly, her hands moving in soothing circles, easing the tightness in his muscles. The relentless pain that had been tornting him gradually faded, each gentle stroke lting away so of the intense pressure.
Archer let out a soft sigh, his body unwinding slightly beneath her touch. Mary spent a while putting him at ease before she appeared in front of him with a big smile. "Can you take off the mask?" she questioned.
He shook his head while answering, "No. I don't want to see you recoil as Vivienne did." Mary waved her away with a loving expression. "I won't do that. I promise, my love. Now take it off so I can pamper you so more."
Archer hesitated but took off the mask only for the older woman to smile as she spoke in a reassuring voice, "You're still as handso as the day we t."
After speaking, she cupped the uninjured side of his face, leaning in to place gentle kisses on the unmarked areas. He felt a strange sensation as he realized Mary, unexpectedly, offered comfort instead of the repulsion he'd feared.
The older woman peppered his face with kisses, and minutes later she started kissing down his face until reaching his neck, which sent a shiver shooting through his body. Archer went to speak, but Mary stopped him. "Don't talk, let love you. I'll make sure to take so of that pain away."
Following that, she kissed down his neck before reaching for his chest. The grey-haired woman kissed all the uninjured skin, which made him feel better. 'What voodoo is she using on ? This feels so good,' he thought.
Archer's focus shifted from the pain as her hands moved down to his abs and started tracing the lacerations. But then Mary paused, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "When we heal you, darling,'' she said, her voice playful, "those scars are going to be downright sexy. I can already picture a dozen pairs of panties getting soaked when seeing them."
He started laughing, which hurt, but her words put a smile on his face, which made the older woman bead, "That's what I wanted to see! It makes happy seeing you cheer up."'
Mary leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his lips before continuing, "I love you, Archer Wyldheart. Even if you look like you crawled out of a Blood Hyena nest."
'This woman is silly,' he thought as his smile grew while replying in a quiet voice, "I.. love.. you.. too..."
"What did I tell you young man?" the older woman replied while standing up with her hands on her thick waist.
She leaned forward, allowing him to see her deep cleavage as she spoke with a knowing smile on her beautiful face, "Do. Not. Speak. I am in charge now. You have no choice but to relax while I have my way with you. Understand, mister?"
Archer gave her a weak nod, causing her to drop to her knees while pulling his pants down. His cock popped out, causing her to tease, "So you're near death, but your monster is standing at attention waiting for little old ?"
Mary shook her head with a giggle, "Doesn't surprise as you're a lust-filled dragon who loves his won."
Following that, she leaned forward before engulfing his cock with her warm mouth that sent pleasure shooting through his body, but pain joined it making him grit his teeth while Mary's
head bobbed up and down.
Archer groaned as her tongue swirled around his shaft, which made the pain fade away as she chased it away. Mary was getting more intense as she felt him enjoying it, causing her to
moan, "Mmmghh~~."
The taste was driving her crazy, but soon she deep-throated him until her face pressed up against his waist. Archer was in heaven when feeling the restricting feeling that caused him to start cumming into her stomach.
Mary was enjoying every second that his cock was down her throat, causing her pussy to grow wet. He was going to say sothing, but she put her finger on his lip before leaning up and
swallowing his load.
Archer watched as she gulped before smiling, "Delicious handso, I'm glad that bitch didn't hurt this treasure. I want babies one day."
When hearing this, he let out a laugh, causing a sharp jolt of pain through his body. Deciding
he needed a break, Archer slowly stood up and made his way toward the nearby bed. Mary, watching him with a puzzled expression, couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"
'Lying down, join , my love,' his voice echoed in his mind.
Mary bead, a soft smile spreading across her face as she followed him. Once Archer settled into the bed, he gently pulled her beside him, wrapping his arms around her in a tight
embrace.
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