Juia_Darkcrest

  It was still dark in the room when John woke up, his little bunny girl wrapped in his arms. They were both naked in his bed, his right arm draped over top of her body, his hand cupping her soft, pliable breast. Her smooth skin felt really nice in his hand, her hardened nipple poking against his palm.

  He gave it a few gentle squeezes, eliciting a soft moan from her mouth. This gave John an idea for 'payback' for giving him a sleeping thigh job the night he returned from DEN.

  He pulled away from her slowly, so not to disturb her sleep (For now), and rolled her on her back. He then carefully moved down between her legs, cautiously shifting his weight as stealthily as he could. He could hear her breathing steadily, almost sounding like she was quietly whistling when she exhaled. It was very cute.

  Positioning his face directly in front of her vulva, John could just make out the cm shape in front of him, a soft scent of peaches and feminine juices emanating from it. He moved a hand up and id it on the lower part of her waist, and discovered a small tuff of hair directly above her vulva. He ran his thumb down her slit, slowly parting it, exposing her folds to the night air.

  "Mmm...Zzz" He heard from above him, the bunny girl (Rabbitman, but he is still thinking like Hugh Hefner) moaning a little more at his touch.

  He pyed with her with his thumb for a few minutes, slowly making circles around her sensitive areas. He touched the fabled clitoris gnds a few times, causing her moaning to increase in volume, proving that it did indeed exist.

  Once she was starting to get damp from his ministrations, he shifted himself forward, moving his face right in front of her special pce. Using the thumbs on both his hands, he spread her wide open, exposing all her dy bits for him to see.(Metaphorically, it's dark) He moved his tongue down to the bottom of her slit, then licked her whole length, his nose rubbing her as well.

  "MMmmm...ah...zzz" she moaned again, this time a little louder.

  He smiled and went to work, using the tried and true 'Alphabet' method to start, his tongue drawing all the letters of the alphabet in order, with a quick flick of her clit between each letter. Her moans were coming more frequently now and he could feel her starting to shift in her sleep.He pushed a little harder, wanting to bring her to climax as she woke up, the same thing she had done to him.

  "Haa...Mmmm...Haa!...Oh!...John-Sama!...more...yes...Mmm!" She said, her eyes still closed, apparently having a good dream now. Dreaming about him.

  That little ego boost made him switch it up, and focused directly on her clitoris, his tongue sweeping over her gnds again and again, pping up her juices while bringing his adorable little bunny closer to her release.

  He felt two hands grab the back of his head, pulling him in tighter, her back started to arch, her orgasm imminent. A small gush of fluids sprayed his face, her whole body starting to vibrate as she was brought to her peak.

  "MMMmmmm...Ahhhh...AAHHHHHH!!! EEEEK!!!!" She screamed out, then threw his head backwards.

  The st thing John saw before he was sent flying across the room was silver fmes burning around Nanael's body, her two heels shing out at him, nding squarely on his face.

  In the Holy City of the Republic of Saint Shurule, Healers Guild Headquarters...

  Early in the morning, a bearded middle aged man sat in his office, starting his day going through the letters received from their branch offices around the country and surrounding nations. He was wearing very fine looking white vestments, a testament to his high rank of a senior priest within the headquarters.

  The office itself was rather pin looking, but that was the conscious choice by the owner. He had no need to show off to his fellow priest with shows of wealth, his frugal nature remaining from when he was child, the third son in an impoverished noble family. When he awakened his Holy Magic affinity at age fifteen, his life changed considerably, but those lessons his parents taught him about proper wealth management stuck with him throughout his life.

  Flicking open and scanning the letters one by one, he took notes down of their contents, making a list of things he would need to action, other things he could ignore. It was fairly routine work, but between this and managing the HQ Exorcists, it filled most of his mornings, leaving the afternoons for other pursuits.

  A higher number of missing people in the North...probably the work of the Illumasia Empire's svers again. We will need to send a team to investigate.

  The man rubbed his temples for a moment, cursing that evil empires machinations once again. If it wasn't for the fact that Shurule had allies with several surrounding nations, and the fear of losing access to healers, the Illumasia would probably just waltz through the gates of the city, taking over Shurule in short order.

  He sat that letter aside, and moved on to the next.

  Meritoni Branch? What could possibly be happening there? That city is usually quiet.

  He hated to admit it, but that branch was poorly run, even by the almost ckadaisical standards of the Healers Guild. The only reason that there was little to report in that city usually was due to the Guild Master at the Adventures Guild and his subordinates. Even in the insur environment of the Healers Guild HQ, most senior people were well aware of Brod and his parties past exploits. He was a damn hero in many circles.

  Brod was said to even kept tabs on the local lords and the bureaucracy (Galba), 'Investigating' issues when they arose, fixing them if he deemed the issue bad enough (*Cracking knuckle sounds*). The healers guild was powerless to stop him, even the most powerful Padins and Temprs that the Church had at their disposal could not hold a candle to them in battle prowess. Not that they needed to, he was generally on the same side.

  He opened the letter and started reading. At first he was confused as to why it was from a receptionist and not the Guild Master, but the contents made him immediately forget about the breach of protocol.

  "A man has been found with affinities to all magic types?!? A Sage!" He excimed out loud. He reread the letter several times, then copied down its contents verbatim.

  Standing up swiftly, he knocked his ink well and quill on the floor, but paid it no mind as he rushed out of the room. He needed to bring this to the Archbishop's and Popes attention immediately. Normally, only the Pope could promote someone to Sage, finding one 'In the wild' was nearly unheard of. Not since...

  "We need to bring him here! He will need an escort. Should we hire adventures? No, he deserves more respect, we should send a Padin regiment to retrieve him. Which ones should..." he said to himself, making pns for the retrieval and protection of the Sage.

  It was a ray of hope in the otherwise dark cloud surrounding the Republic.

  Back in Meritoni...

  "I am so sorry John-Sama. It was an accident I swear."

  "It's-"

  "No it's not! I just shed out. I am sorry-"

  "Hey it-"

  "Stop it John-Sama! Stop trying to tell me it is okay! It isn't. I hurt you badly!"

  John was starting to get irritated, but he kept his rising temper in check. It wasn't Nanael's fault. Well it partially was.

  Earlier, when John was kicked backwards, he was knocked out cold. His body however crashed into his armour stand, bending his back in ways it was never intended to.

  Nanael panicked and started screaming for help, which brought all the live-in staff and a few early riser adventurers down to the training hall, and piling into his room.

  The room smelled of sex, had a naked old guy bent backwards over an armour stand, his mast waving hi to everyone when they came in. Nanael at least had the thought process to hold a bnket to herself, but didn't consider covering him up, until half the guild staff, including the other receptionist, a few adventurers, and Galba, got an eye full of little John.

  Not that he knew any of that at the time thankfully. Else he might never have woken back up due to embarrassment.

  When he finally woke up a few hours ter, he found himself on his clinic bed, a thin bnket id over him pretending to be a tent, surrounded by people. He could barely open his eyes for some reason, his shoulder had partially dislocated itself, and his back...well his back felt like it did when he slipped off the Vulture in the StarCraft world.

  Pain did not describe the agony he was in.

  The worst part was with his busted up face, he couldn't move his mouth enough to say the chant* to cast heal. He considered returning to DEN just to get out of the pain, since he could do that silently, but this is not how he wanted to leave The Great Cleric, this was his rexation and training world god damn it!

  So he suffered through it, suffered through everyone checking in on him, suffered through Nanael apologizing again and again for shing out at him in surprise like that. Suffered through his damn dick not wanting to settle down.

  Isn't it a problem if it stays erect for more than four hours? (Only if you use the little blue pill, otherwise you should be fine**)

  Eventually, most people returned to their jobs, leaving him alone with Nanael in the room. After a few more hours, the swelling in his mouth went down enough he could enunciate enough to be somewhat understood. "un-ance X"

  "What?" Nanael said, sitting right beside him on a chair, she was ying her head on his left arm, nearly asleep beside him.

  "s-un-sssance X"

  "Substance X?"

  John nodded as best he could. If that crap could deaden the pain enough that he could chant, then he could fix most of this...if not, well, maybe they would need to hire a healer.

  The irony was not lost on John.

  Nanael darted out of the room, dressed in her normal guild uniform now. She came back with a small bowl and a spoon, the bowl half-full of that unholy substance. Nanael, who usually ran away at the slightest hint of the smell, held the bowl in front of her like she was offering penitence, her cute little nose scrunched up at the stench. She started feeding him it by the spoonful, the horrific substance slowly being put into his body.

  Eventually the pain subsided enough he could get a cast of heal out. After that, it only took a few more cast to get his body functioning again, though his back was still afme.

  This was leading to where he was now, his irritation building again. She kept apologizing and wouldn't let him speak!

  "I am-" He tried.

  "It is my fault! You just wanted to make me feel good and I nearly killed you!" (Yep. She is around level 120, former B-Rank Adventurer. Plot armour saved his neck from snapping.)

  "Nanael!" He raised his voice, finally having enough of her self deprecation. "Go into my room, and bring my leather clothing here, please."

  "R-right away John-Sama." she said, darting from the room. John took a deep breath, flicked his bnket off and rolled to the side of the bed, barely managing to stand while leaning heavily on the frame. Their was no way they were going on a date today, he just wanted to y back down.

  In a few moments, she came back with his clothing, a look of concern and confusion on her face when she saw him standing there in obvious pain.

  "Bring them here." he said in a commanding tone.

  She handed him the clothing, averting her eyes at his now naked body.

  He fished around in his jacket for something. "Look at me Nanael."

  She looked at him, her blue eyes still in tears for hurting him, however accidentally it was. It was enough to melt his heart and want to pull her into his embrace, wiping the tears away. He had something to do first however.

  "Nanael, while we have only known each other a short time, you have become an important pilr in my life. Your smile, your ugh, the sheer joy on your face at so many little things, it warms my heart. With the love and care you have shown me today, I am now certain I want you by my side in this life and the next, so Nanael, will you marry me?" He said, pulling out the jewellery box and opening it, the silver pendant and blue stone shining brightly.

  She just stood there, a shocked looked on her face, eyes still red from crying over the st few hours.

  The silence stretched on for John, making him think he misread her emotions. He was moments away from using his Scouter skill to see what she was thinking, when she grasped his hands and looked into his eyes.

  Those baby blues stared at him, new tears running down her cheeks "Yes! John-Sama, I am yours, in this life and the next."

  He pulled her in close, tilting her chin up with his free hand and kissed her, his irritation melting like she melted into his arms.

  He was only irritated at her earlier because she wouldn't let him ask her to marry him.

  Was it the most romantic time? Hardly, but it would be memorable. He would be able to tell his kids that their mother beat him up on the same day he asked her to marry him.

  Slight misunderstandings like that were priceless.

  "Hey John-San, we are back! And what a story we have for you. Mind healing this for...hun? Nanael-San!" Bazan said, walking into his clinic doorway, his hand bandaged up.

  Other misunderstandings were priceless, in a different way.

  * - He doesn't just say Heal or Cure to cast the spell, but a chant. 'Oh Lord, receive my energy and mend this wound, Heal!' I just wasn't writing that all out every time. He can shorten it eventually.

  ** - I am not a doctor, I am a (Somewhat Reliable Narrator). Do not take medical advice from random smut novels you find on the web.