Reincarnated as a Healer : Why are my powers so filthy?-Chapter 27: The threesome (Saria Terya)

The bed was small, the candlelight low, but nothing about the moment was quiet.

The air crackled with heat, not just from the flickering flames but from the raw, pulsing desire that bound the three bodies together.

Terya kissed Saria again, her tongue slipping past Saria's parted lips, slow and hungry, tasting the warrior's soft moans.

Her fingers trailed down Saria's firm abdomen, tracing the taut muscles, lingering at the curve of her hip.

Saria didn't resist—her eyes half-lidded, smoldering with need, her calloused hands finding Terya's hips, pulling her closer with a silent, burning urgency that made the air shiver.

Leon sat between them, frozen for a heartbeat, his breath shallow, his cock already straining against his trousers.

Then Terya reached back, her fingers curling around his wrist, pulling him into their orbit with a teasing tug.

"Don't just watch," she murmured against Saria's mouth, her voice a velvet purr that sent a jolt straight to Leon's groin.

"You earned this."

Saria turned her head, her dark eyes meeting Leon's with a rare softness, a flicker of vulnerability beneath her warrior's steel.

"Come here," she said, her voice low and inviting, a command wrapped in desire.

Leon moved, hands trembling with anticipation, his body pulsing with arousal that made his skin feel too tight.

He leaned forward, kissing Saria first, tentative, lips brushing hers until she gripped the back of his neck and pulled him deeper, her tongue demanding, claiming his mouth with a fierceness that left him gasping.

When they broke apart, she let out a slow, shuddering breath, her lips curling into a faint smile.

"Better," she whispered, her voice husky.

Terya's hands were already at work, tugging Leon's tunic over his head, exposing his chest to the warm air.

"Let's get you properly recharged, hero," she teased, her green eyes glinting with mischief.

She kissed down his chest, her lips soft and torturously slow, tongue flicking over his nipple, drawing a sharp gasp from him as his back arched.

"Sensitive?" she grinned, her breath hot against his skin. "Oh, this is going to be fun."

Saria rose, her movements fluid and predatory, unbuckling her leathers one strap at a time.

The candlelight danced across her bare skin—toned, scarred, powerful, every curve and mark a testament to her strength.

She returned to the bed, straddling Leon's face, her thighs framing him, her scent intoxicating, a heady mix of sweat and arousal.

"Use your tongue," she ordered, her voice a low, commanding murmur that sent a shiver down his spine. "You've got magic in that mouth."

Leon obeyed, burying his face between her thighs, tasting her slick heat as she moaned above him, her fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him deeper.

Her hips rocked gently, grinding against his mouth, her control fraying with every flick of his tongue over her clit.

Terya, meanwhile, had freed Leon's cock, her fingers wrapping around its throbbing length, stroking slowly as she watched him writhe.

She leaned down, her tongue tracing a teasing path from base to tip, her green eyes locked on his, gleaming with wicked delight.

"Gods," she whispered, her breath hot against his sensitive skin, "you're already twitching. You're going to explode in seconds, aren't you?"

Leon groaned into Saria's folds, his hands gripping her thighs, hips jerking upward as Terya's lips closed around him, warm and wet, taking him deep into her throat.

She moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure through him, his magic pulsing wildly, tiny arcs of fire crackling at his fingertips.

Saria gasped, her moans growing sharper, her hips grinding harder against Leon's mouth.

"He's... better than I expected," she panted, her voice breaking as she neared the edge, her thighs trembling around him.

Terya's mouth worked him relentlessly, her tongue swirling, lips sliding up and down, her hands cupping his balls, teasing them with gentle pressure.

Leon's body tensed, pleasure building like a storm, his magic flaring brighter, wind spiraling around his fingers.

When he came, it was with a muffled cry into Saria's slick heat, his hips bucking, his cock pulsing as Terya swallowed every drop, her throat tightening around him, drawing out his release until he was trembling, oversensitive and gasping.

Terya crawled up beside him, her lips glistening, and kissed Saria deeply, their tongues tangling, sharing the taste of him.

Saria's hands roamed Terya's body, squeezing her ass, pulling her closer as their moans mingled, soft and hungry.

Then Saria broke the kiss, her eyes locking onto Leon's, dark and smoldering.

She pulled him into a slow, deep kiss, her fingers laced in his hair, tasting herself on his lips.

"Your turn," she whispered, her voice a sultry promise.

She climbed over him, straddling his hips, guiding his still-hard cock to her soaked entrance.

She sank down slowly, inch by inch, her eyes never leaving his, a low, drawn-out moan escaping her lips as he filled her.

The sensation was overwhelming—tight, wet, pulsing with heat—and Leon groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his magic sparking faintly where their skin met.

Terya slid behind him, her naked body pressed against his back, her lips nibbling his neck, her fingers teasing his nipples, pinching lightly to draw sharp gasps from him.

"Ride her, Leon," she whispered, her voice dripping with filth, her breath hot against his ear. "Show her what that new magic can really do."

Leon thrust up into Saria, each movement deeper, more confident, his hips finding a rhythm that made her moan louder, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.

Her hands clawed into his chest, leaving red marks, her control slipping as pleasure took over.

Terya's whispers grew dirtier, her hand sliding down to stroke Leon's balls, her lips kissing along his spine, her tongue tracing the curve of his shoulder.

Saria leaned forward, her breasts pressing against Leon's chest, her moans vibrating through him as she rode him harder, her clit grinding against his pelvis.

"Fuck... Leon," she gasped, her voice raw, her eyes fluttering shut as she chased her release.

Terya shifted, straddling Leon's face from behind, her thighs framing his head, her own arousal dripping onto his lips.

"Don't stop," she purred, kissing Saria deeply as Leon's tongue found her clit, lapping eagerly, his hands gripping her ass.

The three moved in perfect rhythm—sweat-slick bodies, breathy moans, and magic entwining, the air shimmering with sparks of fire and swirls of wind.

Saria came first, her body shuddering, her walls clenching around Leon's cock as she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

The sensation pushed Leon over the edge, his second climax hitting like a firestorm, his magic flaring wildly, igniting the air with tiny flames as he spilled deep inside her, his hips bucking uncontrollably.

Terya followed, her thighs trembling around Leon's face, her moans muffled against Saria's lips as she ground against his tongue, her release flooding his mouth.

The three collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and heaving breaths, their bodies pressed close, slick with sweat and satisfaction.

Leon woke on tangled blankets, one arm under Saria, the other pinned under Terya. Both women were still naked, their breathing deep and steady, their skin warm against his.

The room smelled of sex and magic—charged, raw, lingering.

He flexed his fingers.

A spark of fire licked across his palm, then a small spiral of wind wrapped around it, like a dancer moving through flame.

"...I think it's stronger," he whispered.