A Healing Touch!

"Quickly." She tugged on my arm.

She brought me to a large tent, in the middle of the camp. As we passed into the camp, the Elves stopped what they were doing, and watched us. One Elf, older with gray hair, started to bang his spear on his leaf shaped shield. Gradually the other Elves followed suit, until the sound was soon echoing in the woods.

I stopped wondering if some sort of response was required.

"They honor you, for it has been long since a healer provided aid. " She told me as she pulled us into the tent. "

The tent was filled with wounded and dying Elves. It was bustling with other Elves who were clearly nurses and doctors. There were several ornate bowls, that had fires burning in them. The fires took some of the chill out of the air, and filled the place with shadows. Curiously, there was little smoke. I couldn't see the back of the tent. There was an air of urgency about the place, as the Elves hurried to and fro. Nobody stopped to ask us our business.

"Quickly, take your clothes off." She kissed me on the check. "My name is Posy. Ask for me, when you are done here." I hesitated to take my clothes off as nobody else was naked, but she hurried away and started to confer with an older elf, with a quiet air of dignity, leaving me alone and clothed.

Not knowing what else to do, I turned to the nearest cot. There was a female Elf laying on it. She had long golden white hair, pulled back into a battle club, that she had wrapped with leather straps. The rest of her was naked and her skin was the same alabaster white as Posy's. I couldn't help noticing her eyes, as they were a vivid shade of purple.

She had a long, ugly slice across her thigh. The blood had soaked the bandage, and was dripping down her leg. Her body was drenched in sweat, and she was moaning, as if in a great deal of pain.

I kneeled next to her, and kissed her brow. I placed my hand on her stomach and the other on her forehead. That simple touch seemed to calm her, and her moaning lessened. I didn't know how else to help. Sex seemed wildly inappropriate and frankly I doubted that I could get hard. She was seriously wounded, and I had no desires on her body.

"You'll have to do more then that, I'm afraid, if you truly want to help her." The ancient elf was standing next to me.

"She's in no shape for sex," I retorted.

"You would be surprised at what our bodies are capable of," He said." But I am not suggesting intercourse. She needs much more skin to skin contact. Hold her, heal her, show her you care and want her to live."

I broke contact and stood, so I could take my clothes off. Her brow clenched, and she started to shake again, as soon as I was no longer touching her. Fresh blood welled from her wound, and I could see her heartbeat in the pulse of the blood dripping down her leg.

"Hurry." the ancient elf said, as I stripped as fast as I could.

I was nervous, and not entirely sure how to proceed. There was a tiny sliver of the pallet, that I could lay on. I slid my arm under her head, and one leg under her body, so we had contact from head to toe. I wasn't able to reach her wound though. A small part of me noticed the tent had fallen quiet, and a group of Elves were watching. They were murmuring excitedly.

I held her at first, one hand on a hip and the other on her shoulder. That alone seemed to make a difference for her. I looked up at the old Elf, and he shook his head, so I knew I needed to do more.

Very slowly, very gently I turned her so we were spooning. This increased the amount of skin that was touching, which seemed a very good thing. Her moaning slowed. I could reach most of her with my hands, but I still couldn't touch the wound on her left leg. I couldn't bring myself to touch her in a sexual way.

To my horror, I found myself growing erect. My cock was nestled in the cleft of her ass. Her moaning had stopped, but she was still shaking and sweating and the sensations were going to straight to my core. I rested my hand on her stomach, just below her belly button. I cupped a breast with the other.

Embarrassed with my actions, I looked up at the elf.

"You know what needs doing." He sternly informed me.

So I started to kiss her cheek, and the back of her neck. Light kisses at first, but she seemed to calm even more, as she felt my lips. She was burning up and the kisses tasted of her salt, and sweat.

I twisted so she was laying flat on the pallet. I rested my right hand on her stomach, and started to kiss her breasts. My mouth making circles and licking. I sucked a nipple, and lighted nipped it with my teeth. I was surprised when a nurse came and grabbed my hand and moved it to the wound on her leg.

Certainly, the blood was not a pleasant sensation. I noticed as I ran my hand up and down the wound, that the blood flow slowed. I kept my hand on her wound, until it stopped, and simply concentrated on kissing whatever part of her body I could reach. She seemed to be resting much more comfortable.

I had to kneel, but I was able to bury my mouth in her warm feminine core. I used my left hand to play with her breasts and nipples, while my right continued to massage her wound. I was even more erect as I played, using my tongue to lick and stimulate all parts of her center.

I noticed she was starting to grow wet, and her breath was coming a little quicker. I hoped this was a good thing, and not a sign of infection. In a lucid moment, I noticed the tent had grown completely quiet. I was now very hard.

I didn't mean for it to happen, but she orgasmed. It was a small one, and I wouldn't have known if she didn't hold her breath and tense her stomach. When the tremors died, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me away from her core.

She opened her eyes and gave me a weak smile.

"Thank you" she whispered.

I smiled, and bent over to kiss her full on the lips.

"Come on, no point in letting this go to waste!" Said the male Elf, as he grabbed my erection and hauled me away. He turned and sternly told the rest of the watchers to get back to work.

He brought me to a cot a the back of the tent, with a female Elf on it. She had been stabbed, the wound penetrating clear out of her back. Her bandages were soaked with blood, and she had passed out.

A female Elf was with her. She had been doing what looked like praying, and when she looked up, she had tears in her eyes. Like all of the Elves I had seen, she was gorgeous.

She looked up, whispered, "Thank the lady." and then pushed herself to her feet, as if she was bone tired. For some reason, when she saw me she started to cry even harder.

The older Elf bent and gently turned the wounded Elf on her back. He removed the blood soaked bandages, and applied pressure to try and stop the bleeding. When he did so, I was able to see the devastating wound. Frankly, I was surprised she was still alive.

I was later to learn that the female Elf who had been crying was called "Iris." I was standing naked over her friend, with a massive erection, not knowing how to help. So, I was certainly surprised when Iris lifted her dress over head, revealing her naked body underneath. She came around to my side of the cot, and grabbed me by my member.

She positioned me, so that I was next to the pallet, just over the injured Elf, and started to suck.

"Whew," I was glad she knew what she was doing, and boy did she know her business.

Her enthusiasm was in complete contrast to her earlier despair. She was frantic in her ministrations. She licked and kissed my entire length. She took my tip in her mouth, and ran her tongue over the slit, and sucked. She took me deep. She drooled and slobbered, so that there was a puddle on the floor.Then, she did it all over again.

Her urgency had the desired effect, and soon my orgasm was close. I tried to warn her, as I felt my balls start to tingle, and my back stiffen. I was pretty sure I wasn't supposed to come in her mouth.

She was on top of things though, and positioned my pumping member right over the wounded Elf on the cot. Amazingly, I had loads of cum, and I dropped it all over her stomach, some landing right on the wound. I wondered if magic was involved, as I had never come this often or much in one day before.

One of the ropes of cum, missed and landed on the cot between her legs. The older Elf, who was still bent by her side, immediately picked it up with his fingers and placed it directly on her wound. He then started to rub my sperm into her body, taking care to get as much as possible in the wound.

While this was going on, Iris started to clean me with her mouth. She sucked every last drop out of my exhausted member. She licked me all over, making sure she missed nothing. I was sensitive, and the sensations were overwhelming.

Iris, kneeled and kissed the wounded Elf deeply. It was a long kiss, with lots of tongue. I wasn't sure her friend on the cot was even awake. Iris later told me that she had made sure that every last drop of sperm was used, by saving it in her mouth and transferring it.

I was mesmerized by the kiss. Iris, had her ass in the air, and was twitching it, while the kiss was going on. It was almost as if she was dancing to the beat of an inner song. She had one knee on either side of the wounded Elf, so their breasts were moving in the most delightful fashion.

I was surprised to see that my come had disappeared. There were white spots on the wounded Elf, as if the sperm had been sucked into her body. The wound looked much better, and the front side at least had closed over. I smiled when the Elf on the cot opened her eyes.

Iris grinned in delight, and started raining kisses all over her face. Tears of joy falling freely. She gave her a gentle hug, and then stood.

She pointed to me. "He saved you!" The wounded Elf, smiled up at me.

Iris wrapped herself around me, and gave me a full body kiss. Her nipples were pressed into my chest. I could feel how wet she was against my hip. She held onto my head with both hands. The kiss was not shy or tentative. She didn't nibble or peck, she just attacked me. She didn't seem particularly interested in being kissed back, and she started to rub her mound against my upper leg. Amazingly, I found myself getting turned on again.

She paused, and took a deep breath. She moved to my ear and started nibbling on it. I picked her up by her hips and she wrapped her legs around me, so that our cores were locked together. I was hard, she was wet, and it would be a moment's work to penetrate her. She was as light as a feather, and I started rubbing us against one another. Her wetness was driving me mad. She groaned.

"No. We can't. You have others to heal."

She rested her head against my chest, and held me. After a bit, I set her down, a little disappointed, which was incredibly stupid on my part. I didn't need to have sex with everyone, after all.

Tears welled in her eyes as she dropped to both knees. "You've saved my mate. We've been together for over 500 years." She paused, crying. "We... I, owe you a life debt. If you ever need anything, you have but to ask."

"My name is Iris. Ask, if there is ever anything I can do to repay you." With that she turned and laid down next to her mate. They spooned together, so the wounded Elf was on the inside, and being held and protected by Iris.

It was getting darker, and remaining braziers were light to keep the night away and the chill out. The old healer, introduced himself, as Willow. He explained that we would heal the Elves in the most danger first. The next several hours passed in a blur. I quickly lost track of how many Elves I healed.

I noticed that we were skipping the male elves. I had been nervous about having to heal a male. I love women, and wasn't sure how I would handle things. I could see that several elves were badly in need of attention, and I was starting to feel guilty about passing them over. So, I asked,

"Why are we skipping the males?"

"I didn't know how you would react to having to heal them. So, I sent 3 guards back to your world, looking for a female healer." Willow informed me, just a little on the defensive. I'm know he didn't want to see anyone die.

"I'm not okay with the sex part, I've never even done anal with a women." I told him. "But at the same time, I'm not okay with males dying, because of my likes and dislikes. Isn't there anything we can do for them?"

"We can certainly try." Willow responded.

He took me to the cot of a badly wounded male elf. His skin was darker, then the Elven women, as if he had spent more time outside. His eyes were green. He had long brown hair, and was laying completely naked on the cot. His body was lean and wiry and his shoulders and arms stood out, for the amount of muscles they had.

There was a female tending to his needs. She was ravishing. Long curvy brunette hair, gray eyes, and a slim athletic body. I wished that I could get past checking out the females, but I couldn't help noticing she had larger melon sized breasts. She had clearly been weeping, her face blotchy and her eyes red.

I was a little embarrassed that I was lusting after her, when she was clearly in extreme distress. Sex, should have been the last thing on my mind.

The male on the cot, had lost his leg, below the knee. I could see the wound was fresh, and he was sweating and moaning as if he was in shock. I dropped to me knees next to him, and placed one hand on his leg and the other on his forehead.

He was burning up, but my touch seemed to bring him some relief. My healing was not as dramatic as it had been with the women.

"Please, please, help him." begged the women. "Our daughter was born while he was away." She was wringing her hands together, as if she didn't know what to do with herself.

I started to run my hands all over his body. The rock hard muscles were rigid with pain, but he responded to my touch. Some of the tension flowed out of his body, and his breathing eased.

"Tch, tch" Willow muttered. "You'll have to do more then that if you want to save him. His wound is infected and he is near to passing over to the summer lands."

The nurse dropped to her knees on the other side of the pallet. She laid her head on his chest, and started weeping quietly. Just by chance her hand was resting in his groin.

I held her hands, trying to give her some of my strength. There was a shimmering of lights around our hands, and I felt a small tingle, as we joined together. The warrior on the cot, improved immediately. His shaft started to harden, and his breathing slowed even more.

"Bande." Willow ordered the nurse to strip.

She did so. She was the first female I had seen with piercings. Both her nipples and her clit were done, with small silver rings. In a moment she was naked; did any of the Elves wear underwear? She knelt back down, and starting to use her mouth and hands on him.

She had a defeated air about her. I don't think she thought she was helping much, and seemed almost to be saying goodbye.

I bent down so I could rub her back. I looked up at Willow, unsure of what to do next. He shook his head,

"You gave her hope. Will you not give her the help she needs?"

Still unsure of what he wanted from me, I nestled behind the women, so that her ass was resting on my shaft. From this position I could play with her breasts and core. I started to do so tentatively, unsure of if this was what he or she wanted. I felt like I was an invader in this sacred moment between them. The last time they would ever make love.

She started twitching on me, and moaned just a bit around his cock. The moans and small movements against my core, were making me hard. Her nipples were pebbles as I tweaked and twisted them.

I started raining kisses on the only part of her I could reach. Her back. She was sweaty and warm. Her body smelled like nothing I was used to, and she tasted completely different. She had a floral essence, and her sweat tasted of cold streams, and pine trees. I could see that Willow was intently watching the elf on the bed. The wounded Elf was certainly doing no worse, but I couldn't say that he was any better.

I turned my attention to her feminine core. She was wet, and her clit prominent as I started to rub. I arranged my cock so it was underneath her, and she had to move on it. Her wetness lubricated it as I rubbed and pinched and explored.

In this position, I was able to slide several fingers into her womb. She was so wet that I had no difficulty in reaching her G-spot with two fingers. I started a firm in and out motion, making sure it to hit it. She moaned, and paused briefly as I started to move in her. It was only a moment though and then she resumed giving pleasure to her partner.

With my left hand I started rubbing her clit. She started moaning and moving her pelvis up and down as if she was trying to help me rub. It didn't take long for her to orgasm. She held her breath and stiffened, her mouth around his cock. My fingers were drenched with her juice.

I had an idea. I reached underneath the female Elf and pulled her to her feet. She seemed to understand what I wanted, as she spread her feet and bent over, and immediately resumed sucking the rock hard dick of the wounded warrior.

I plunged into her soaking wet pussy, and she gasped and moaned. She stopped what she doing and looked back at me, with those gray eyes. She blinked, and then quickly resumed using her mouth on the Elf. Haunted by her eyes, I went slowly at first, not wanting to rock her, as she was going about her task. It seemed disrespectful in the extreme to think of my own orgasm.

I thought Willow would be proud of me, that this was what he wanted. So I was surprised when he used his hand to push me back off of the women. He kept her bent over and sucking while he rubbed some cream on and in her ass.

Soon, she was moaning and twitching, her face had turned red, and it looked like the cream caused some sort of discomfort She was dancing from foot to foot, and would cross her legs every now and again, as if she had some of itch in her core that she couldn't reach. .

"Merde," Willow told the women and she immediately climbed on top of the wounded warrior. She was gentle, as she impaled herself on his big rod. She had another small orgasm, her body shuddering as the waves of pleasure flowed through her.

When the moment passed, she laid her head and breasts down on the warrior's chest. She seemed to content herself, with small in and out movements, going slowly and gently. It was as if she was enjoying just being close to him.

The color of the warrior had improved, and he seemed to be doing fine as she moved up and down. She was quiet, and the sex was slow and gentle, but a crowd gathered anyway. Gradually, the tent fell completely quiet, as everyone's attention shifted to the pallet. I wondered if the wounded elf was someone important?

I was rubbing her back, unsure of what else to do. I was surprised when Willow pointed at her again.

"Merde." he told me. I looked back at the women. Her mound was shaved, and I could clearly see the staff sliding in and out of her, her wetness lubricating things. I could also see her other more private hole was wide open.

I had never done anal before, so I paused and looked back at him. I wanted to make sure this was what he wanted.

"Merde." He said with a nod.

Still not confident, I slowly inserted myself in her ass. She had been watching me, but jerked in surprised when I entered her, and then moaned. Her bum was wide open, and had plenty of lubrication, but she was very tight, so I went slow. I could feel that I was rubbing against his cock, as I started to move.

The sensations were completely overwhelming and I had to take several deep breaths, to calm myself, so I didn't spurt immediately. Just as I was back under control, and starting to move again, she pushed herself to her hands, and started to rock on the two of us.