Reincarnated as a Healer : Why are my powers so filthy? Chapter 72 - 4some

"Let’s make this a proper recharge," she purred, her voice thick with desire, her hips grinding slowly, her pussy slick against his leg through her tight pants.

Lysette dropped to her knees like she’d done it a hundred tis—but the tremor in her breath betrayed her.

Her hand pald Leon’s bulge, slow and possessive, her thumb stroking the heat that strained his trousers.

She didn’t ask permission.

Her erald eyes—wicked, intelligent, dripping challenge—never left his as she worked the ties open with practiced fingers.

His cock sprang free, flushed and twitching, the skin already glistening with anticipation.

She licked her lips.

"Mm," she murmured, leaning in, the tip of her tongue flicking across his crown. "Still warm from Terya’s."

Zara stepped in behind him, the scent of clove oil and steel washing over his senses.

She unfastened her halter without a word.

Her breasts spilled free—round, heavy, the firelight catching the oil that shimred along her flushed skin.

"No one’s watching," she whispered—but her gaze was on Lysette, her voice cracked open with desire. "Just us."

Her lips pressed to Leon’s throat, kissing softly, a contrast to the wildness unfolding below. Her breath scalded his skin.

Her fingers, rough from swordwork, were gentle now—stroking across his chest, slipping beneath his shirt, scraping his nipples with slow curiosity.

Terya, already half-naked and straddling his thigh, ground down harder.

Her slick folds soaked his skin, her moans breathy and hot in his ear.

"You love being touched like this," she whispered, dragging her tongue across his jaw. "By all of us."

Lysette’s lips parted, and she took him in—not all the way, not yet—just the head, teasing him with heat and hesitation.

She gagged slightly, then steadied herself, spit pooling down his shaft, her eyes narrowing with fresh resolve.

Zara’s hand wandered lower, her knuckles grazing Lysette’s cheek as she reached between Leon’s legs, fondling his balls with languid, reverent strokes.

"Open your throat," she said softly, not to Leon—but to Lysette. "Don’t just suck. Let him fuck your mouth."

Lysette growled around his cock, then obeyed.

She pushed deeper, sliding down until her lips t her hand.

Her spit coated him, strings of it dripping onto her chest, her auburn hair sticking to her wet cheeks.

Her head bobbed now—faster, with rhythm—tongue curling and dragging, suction building.

Leon groaned, eyes fluttering, his body tensing as heat blood at the base of his spine.

Terya kissed him, hard, then pulled back just enough to bare her breasts, her nipples stiff and flushed. She pressed one to his mouth.

"Suck," she commanded.

He did—eager, ravenous, lips closing over her nipple, tongue swirling as she gasped and bucked against his leg.

Her hand tangled in his hair, the other between her legs now, fingers working herself fast and sloppy as she rode his thigh.

Zara sank down beside them, her hand joining Terya’s between her legs, stroking in tandem, slick sounds mixing with the wet slurps from Lysette’s mouth.

Her lips trailed down Leon’s chest—soft bites, lazy licks, her blue eyes drunk with lust.

"Look at you," she murmured, cupping his balls as they tightened. "You’re going to burst."

Lysette moaned around his cock, drool running down her chin, the vibration of her throat pulling a raw cry from Leon’s lips.

Her pace didn’t slow.

She was in control now—one hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t take, the other gripping his thigh for leverage.

Terya ca first—a sharp, gasping moan that ended in a hissed "Fuck," her thighs trembling as she soaked his leg.

Her juices ran slick and hot down his skin. S

he collapsed forward, lips still trailing over his neck, still whispering praise and filth.

Leon didn’t last.

His orgasm exploded out of him like a lightning bolt—magic bursting from his chest in a pulse of wind and light, the tent rattling as he ca hard into Lysette’s mouth.

She swallowed it all, choking slightly, tears streaking down her flushed cheeks as she held his gaze, her lips sealed around him until the last twitch passed.

When she pulled off, her mouth was swollen and red, chin slick.

She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, smirking like she’d won sothing.

Zara kissed his shoulder, then leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Still think you’re the one in control?"

Leon’s body humd—every nerve alive, every inch of skin tingling with raw energy. His cock twitched again, impossibly, already hardening.

Terya chuckled breathlessly. "You’ve got more in you. We’re not done."

Outside, the music of the festival thundered—drums pounding, bodies dancing—but inside the tent, the world had narrowed to heat, breath, and the won who owned him.

Terya didn’t give him a mont to recover.

She pulled him back by the collar, kissed him full—deep, tongue tangled with his, her moan slipping into his mouth like a promise.

Her taste was sweat and magic, salt and want. She straddled his lap again, bare now, her soaked pussy grinding against his shaft, slick enough to drown in.

"Still hard," she whispered against his lips, dragging her folds up and down his length. "Good."

Lysette knelt beside them, her fingers curled around the base of his cock, helping him align with Terya’s entrance.

She was slow, letting the head of his cock kiss Terya’s folds, teasing them both.

"Don’t be gentle," Terya growled, eting Lysette’s eyes, breath trembling. "I don’t need sweet. I want fucked."

Leon thrust up—hard.

Terya cried out, head snapping back, her breasts bouncing as he speared into her.

No easing, no pause.

Her walls gripped him imdiately, velvet heat squeezing like a vice as she slamd her hips down to et him. Her nails raked down his chest.

"Fuck—yes," she snarled, riding him hard, faster now, wet skin smacking loud in the tent.

Her ass bounced on his thighs, her tits jiggling with every slap, nipples brushing his face when she leaned forward.

Leon sucked one into his mouth without thinking, groaning around it.

She rocked faster, greedy now, grinding her clit against him with every thrust.