As each of the healer's steps reverberated with eagerness, the same couldn't be said for Sarah as her relief was followed by dread.

The clock in the living room showed twelve past three, the noon sun already roasting the village and its inhabitants. The same went for Sarah's home, the internal atmosphere gradually becoming suffocating. It was no wonder that Sarah was already sweaty and breathing hard as she awaited her fate.

The same couldn't be said for the healer as he walked, unaffected, towards his victim. Sarah was one among others exploited by the healer as a way of payment. Although he was renowned in his hometown as an ingenious alchemist dabbling in healing magic, his victims would say the price for his magic was steep.

Back when he was still a local practitioner, many would come to him, begging for his wonderful hands to heal their sickly loved ones. There was one who was stabbed after being caught stealing, another got infected by a sickly mana that would take his life in a few days time, and then there was her.

Recalling that bittersweet experience, he couldn't help but frown internally. If only she hadn't been poor, if only she hadn't beg him to allow her to pay him in another way and if only she hadn't gave him the idea of exploiting his victims, then he would still be the talented, cherished and filial son he pretended to be. But then again, if she did not cause the villagers to exile him, he wouldn't be able to take advantage of the victims he amassed during his exile, or as he would like to rephrase it, "provide the poor people a way to heal their relatives who are already at death's door".

The thoughts cleared away as he stood just in front of Sarah, close enough to smell the scent of flowers on her body. The sweet scent seemed to caress his mind, her body attracting his eyes like magnet, it was almost as if the woman in front of him was begging to be touched by him.

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He started slow, by gently touching her face with the back of his fingers. His hand, like a snake, slithered to the back of her neck in an instant, stroking her soft, smooth skin as it slowly went up to the back of her head, nestling into her hair.

Even though Sarah hate to admit it, so far, the healer's actions sent down waves of arousement, making her skin tingle with excitement. Her mind was saying no, but her body thirst for the unending stream of pleasure provided.

She shuddered slightly as the healer's hands slowly slid down her arms, then her back and finally her waist. All the while, her tensed body relaxed little by little as each wave of satisfaction grew more. Her locked up lust began eroding her rational mind. More... Give me more! Sarah could hear her own body screaming. The only thing stopping her from getting down on all fours and begging the healer to put it inside was her ever present mind that remained loyal to only Tenur.

The healer smiled as he stroked Sarah's waist. He knelt down and slipped his hands under her dress, his hands slowly but surely closing in on its target. He, too, was extremely aroused by the woman in front of him, for he has, in all his journey, not seen a woman as beautiful as her, though something in the corner of his mind bothered him slightly. His guilt was making him reconsider exploiting such a well developed feast, but the other part of him said it was well deserved, since she was the one at fault for begging him to help. If she couldn't pay and did not want to resort to this, she could have very well chose the worse choice, or so he reasoned. It was this guilt of his that made him save the guy in the bedroom, and also this feeling of his that led him here.

As his hands slipped up her thighs and neared her crotch, he could no longer hear his own thoughts. Drowned by the beating in his chest, his sense of touch was amplified. He could feel the pulsating blood vessels within Sarah's thigh as his hands strode towards her bottom opening. He could feel the nervousness of the young woman, and despite her unwillingness to fulfill the deal, he could feel her pleasure too. The pleasure of being touched and felt, of finally being able to be one after being half for so long.