Back at the tavern John and Zilta had been waiting for their friends to return. They thought that it was going to be just a simple trip to the library to get a few books just like Jack and Nelva had, so the fact the two were not at the tavern after a few hours was a bit concerning. However with Zilta still nursing some wounds it was decided to wait just a bit longer before they even tried going to the library.
Before they could get up to begin their search however Jack finally sent John a message using their comm devices letting him know what was up.
“Ah, they wound up staying at the Kobold’s place for the night. He will join up with us tomorrow.” John told Zilta as he sat down next to her on the bed.
“Ah, figured she had something in mind with Jack. She was eyeing him up something fierce.” Zilta added with a laugh. “I thought the frog gal was gunna punt her!”
“Me too! Glad they made up. Kinda worrying though.”
“How so?” Zilta asked as she rolled onto her side to look at John. Her tail idly flicking as she waited for his answer.
“Jack can be a troublemaker. He has lots of skills, many of which I have yet to learn even, the energy to put those skills to work, and the ideas on how to… “creatively use” said skills in ways that one would not expect.” He explained with a chuckle. “It can be a source of concern for sure. Now, add in the fact he is getting in good with a crime boss and I can’t help but wonder just how he will be using that creative brain of his next.”
She chuckled and put an arm around him, pulling him into a hug. “Ah give him some credit. I am sure he can handle himself and not get into too much trouble.”
“Im not worried about him getting into trouble. I am worried about the things that man is capable of doing to get OUT of trouble.” John admitted with a laugh. “But yeah, you are right. Should just relax and let things play out.” He then laid down next to her. “So. When are you going to drink that health potion she gave you? Or do you LIKE being in pain?” He asked her as he stroked one of her arms.
The Gnoll let out a small growl before sitting up. “Fine fine. Pass me one of those ale tankards will ya? No way I am choking that shit down without a firm drink.” She ordered motioning one of her large paws to the bottle of red liquid and a very large tankard still half full of booze. “How about being awesome and going ahead and mixing it for me too?” She asked giving him a fang filled grin.
“Hmm… sure. Didn’t know you were that injured and sore but if my little pup needs me to even mix her drink for her I might as well. Need some honey?” He teased getting a small laugh from his companion.
“Ohhhh fuck youuu. I just don’t want to move all the way over there when you are already there. Plus, I think it would be pretty nice to watch you do it for me.” She answered with a chuckle. “Or are you saying you don’t know how to mix them? Its so simple: Just pour the bottle in, mix it up, then offer it to me like I am some wilting maiden.”
That got a laugh out of John who popped the cork on the bottle and poured it into her drink. “Oh my pooooor maiden. Her dainty body is so injured I do not even know if this will restore her! Oh may the gods have mercy on her soul and curse the brigands who tainted her fair, frail body with such cruel acts.”
Zilta busted out laughing at his hammed up performance and started to thwack him with her tail. “alright alright bit heavy handed there ass.”
“Oh but that is surely the injuries speaking my fair maiden! I shall tend to you however you need until your vile wounds are healed!” He declared letting his hammy acting go up to 11 getting a snort from the Gnoll.
“Alright alright. Gimme. Tired of being sore.” She then snatched the drink with one hand and pulled him close with the other before chugging the mixture as fast as she could with a small whine. Once it was all done she slammed the tankard down as she coughed and hacked with a laugh.
“FUCK! That shit is still nasty and the ale was warm!” She whined out as she made a whole range of noises of pure disgust. After a bit of hacking and gagging she finally laid down on her back and spread her legs and arms.
“Alright. Here comes the other part that fucking sucks. If I try to scratch too hard ya gotta stop me.” She instructed john with a deep breath before her body tensed up. “Ahhhhh FUCK! HATE this part!” She groaned out as her body twitched and jerked. The wounds slowly started to mend right in front of John’s eyes, but even his own skin itched just watching the whole ordeal.
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She was pretty good at keeping herself under control for the most part. Every now and then she started to reach for one of the wounds that was slowly sealing itself up, but John only had to gently move her paw away a few times, and only had to threaten to put a “cone of shame” on her once. While she did not know what said cone was the threat was so serious she decided not to risk it.
“Thanks John. I know this can’t be the best thing to watch.” She groaned out as she reached over and grabbed his hand tight. Gritting her teeth as the itching slowly got worse and worse.
“Hey, beats watching someone be injured.” He pointed out. “Normally I only got to see the injuries happen. Its admittedly weird, but nice, to see someone get healed.” He then reached down and rubbed near one of the closing wounds being careful to avoid the wound itself. The next thing he knew she was letting out a deep, long moan.
“Ohhh fuck. You humans have soft fingers. Please, more rubbing! You have no idea how fucking ITCHY this shit is!” She begged as she wiggled trying hard to resist scratching herself with her claws.
“fine!” He chuckled as he started to gently rub around a few of the other wounds. He got a bit closer trying to ignore the sight of the flesh fusing itself back together as he focused on trying to relieve some of the discomfort his new friend was feeling. Judging by her tail, her moans, and the look of bliss on her face he knew he was doing a great job.
“There we go! Damn this itch is the number one reason nobody likes taking this shit after they get hurt. I once had to take my fucking bones itching one time! Do you have any idea how wrong and fucking horrible itchy bones are!?” She yipped out as she gripped the headboard to let him work.
Rub by rub, scratch by scratch he tended to his friend until at long last the last of the wounds sealed closed. Once they were all done he rubbed the spots he knew the wounds had been getting the loudest moan yet from her. “Oh FUCK! Careful those spots are really sensitive!” She yapped out as she let him scratch the last of the spots.
Once he was done she lay there for awhile, staring at the ceiling and panting hard as she let her body calm down. “Ohhhhh thank fuck you were here John. That was more help than you could possibly know.” She whimpered out as she just relaxed for awhile. Once she felt she had recovered enough she started to rub the spots herself to get rid of any lingering itch and tingling sensations.
“It was really that bad eh?” John asked as he sat back to watch her slowly start to flex her arms and legs to check to make sure everything healed right.
“Once again, you have no fuckin’ idea.” She grumbled before she sat up with a groan. “Ohhhh it feels good to be able to do that without pain.” She then stood up and started to stretch out her joints. Each long movement causing her joints to crack as they got used to being used once more after so long of being cared for.
“It sounds like you are having a good time.” John admitted with a laugh. “So, any big plans now that you can move on your own again?” He asked as he let his eyes wander over her muscular form as she bent and stretched. Her workout giving him quite the show he couldn’t help but watch some.
She saw his eyes wander and chuckled, flexing a bit more than she needed to just to tease him. “Not really. I am serious about sticking around with you and your group. So far seems to be nothing but good times and I would love to have some more of those for once.” She then stood up straight, jumped a couple of times, then sat down.
Right on his lap.
He let out a grunt as he caught her before laughing. “Damn, feelin’ a bit forward?” He asked as he got used to the VERY heavy woman being on top of him.
“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this.” She admitted with a laugh.
“With me or in general?”
“BOTH! Its hard to find a guy that is tough enough to let me sit on their lap and isn’t already chasing down some tavern harlot.”
He laughed and rubbed his chin. “So what you are saying is I should go downstairs a- OW!” He rubbed his head where she had given him a firm thunk.
“Not funny.” She grumbled and crossed her arms.
“Fair enough. Was worth a try.” He added as his chuckle returned.
“No, it wasn’t. Now stop being a dick I am trying to relax here.” She grunted out as she leaned back into him getting another grunt from her “friend.”
“Ooof careful hun! And alright alright. Don’t piss off the big woman on my lap. Got it.” He chuckled before reaching around and rubbing her belly. Both unable to resist the call of canine belly rubs and due to the fact he wanted to do something while she had him pinned.
“Mmmmf. You have such good hands.” She grunted out before getting up and stretching a little more. “Alright! Its too late to go running around the town to get these legs warmed back up, but how about a few drinks downstairs now that I can actually go down myself?” She offered pointing to the door.
“Fine by me!” John got up and slipped on a shirt as he followed her out the door and towards the stairs.
“After those magic hands of yours I owe you a drink anyway.”
“Phrasing.” He shot back blushing a little as she put an arm around him and led him to the bar. “And alright. I don’t know much about the local brews anyway.”
She chuckled and sat next to him at a table. “Alright. Hope you can hold your booze well ‘cause I am going to give you as much as you can handle.”
The rest of the night went fantastically for both with the booze and conversation flowing like water. Only ending when the duo staggered up to the room and collapsed onto the bed together. Both falling asleep in each other’s arms.