Chapter 12: A Healing skill!
The darkness that enveloped Xolvion felt eternal, a void that seemed to stretch beyond the boundaries of existence itself. Was this death? Had his pathetic story truly ended in a filthy human alley, beaten to death by common street thugs? The irony would have been laughable if he'd possessed the capacity for humour in that weightless nothingness.
Is this how it ends? he wondered, floating in what felt like the space between worlds. Not in glorious battle or noble sacrifice, but murdered for a handful of copper coins?
Then, like a spark igniting in absolute darkness, consciousness returned with violent suddenness.
Xolvion bolted upright on what appeared to be a wooden table, his chest heaving as if he'd been drowning. Sweat covered his body, yet he felt... whole. Where broken bones should have been screaming in agony, there was only a dull memory of pain. Where ruptured organs should have been failing, he felt nothing but strength returning to his limbs.
"Thank the gods, you're awake." The voice was melodic, carrying the distinctive accent he'd heard described but never experienced.
Turning towards the source, Xolvion found himself looking at a creature of ethereal beauty that made even the most attractive demon nobles seem crude by comparison. She stood perhaps five and a half feet tall, with long blonde hair that seemed to capture and reflect light like spun gold. Her blue eyes held a warmth and intelligence that spoke of genuine concern, whilst her pointed ears marked her unmistakably as one of the elder races.
Her figure, whilst modestly covered by simple healer's robes, possessed the elegant curves that he had only heard stories about elven women being renowned for. There was something pure about her presence, an aura that seemed to radiate healing and comfort.
"You saved me," Xolvion said, the words coming out as a statement rather than a question.
"I found you in the alley," she replied, moving closer with graceful steps. "You were... barely alive. I've never seen anyone survive injuries quite so severe before."
He looked down at himself, noticing for the first time that he was completely naked save for a white sheet covering his lower half. His skin, which should have been a tapestry of bruises and cuts, appeared unmarked, unscathed and completely refreshed.
"How is this possible?" he asked, genuinely amazed. "I was certain half my bones were broken, along with... other internal damage."
Her smile was radiant with pride. "I am blessed with divine healing magic. It's a rare gift, even amongst my people." She reached for a small knife on a nearby table. "May I demonstrate?"
Before he could object, she made a quick cut across his forearm. The pain was sharp but brief, blood welling from the wound, shocking him that she had actually cut him. Before he could say anything, she placed her hands over the injury and began to chant in what sounded like ancient Elvish.
"Heal," she commanded, and Xolvion watched in fascination as golden light flowed from her palms. The wound closed before his eyes, leaving unmarked skin as if nothing had happened.
"Extraordinary," he breathed, though his mind was already working through the implications.
"I have never seen healing magic of such a level before." He said, knowing that even the best healers in his father's service couldn't heal wounds as quickly. Only demons that possessed the regeneration ability, like his father himself, could recover so quickly.
If I could absorb her abilities...
"I'm Phelorna," she said, setting the knife aside. "I serve as a healer here in the city. What's your name?" She asked with a gentle smile.
"Xolvion," he replied, meeting her eyes directly. "I owe you my life, Phelorna."
There it was—that familiar flutter in his chest as his incubus heritage responded to her proximity. Even after everything he'd endured, his supernatural magnetism remained intact. He could see it in the way her cheeks flushed slightly, the manner in which her breathing quickened ever so subtly.
"It was my duty," she said softly, though she didn't look away from his gaze. "I couldn't leave someone to die, especially someone so..." She trailed off, embarrassment colouring her features.
Time to test whether my charm works on elves, Xolvion thought, allowing his power to flow through his voice. "Please, allow me to properly thank you for saving my life." He then said as he cast his charm magic.
He reached out and took her hand, feeling the familiar surge of magical energy that marked his seduction abilities. Her reaction was immediate. Her pupils dilating, breathing becoming more pronounced, a dreamy quality entering her expression.
"I... that's not necessary," she whispered, but made no move to pull away.
"Oh, but it is," he said, rising from the table with the sheet wrapped around his waist. The height difference meant she had to look up at him, and he used that advantage to maintain eye contact. "You've given me the greatest gift imaginable. My life. Surely that deserves appropriate gratitude."
His enhanced senses could detect the changes in her body—elevated heart rate, the subtle scent of arousal, the way she unconsciously leaned closer. Elves, it seemed, were just as susceptible to his incubus charm as humans.
Phelorna was taken aback by his sudden boldness, but she was powerless to resist his charm ability and quickly gave in to her lust.
Xolvion kissed her, pulling her closer to him as he ripped her blouse open, exposing her large breasts and getting a moan from Phelorna.
Xolvion kissed his way down to her chest, where he started to suck her nipples, licking and flicking them with his tongue each time, causing Phelorna to moan louder, her cheeks flooded with blood as she went red in the face.
Xolvion let his other hand wander down towards her legs and up her skirt slowly, before he reached his prize.
Letting his fingers run up and down her underwear before he pulled them to the side and touched her bare skin, feeling the warmth of her body.
Phelorna moaned as he sucked her nipples and ran his hand over her flower, seeing that she was already wet from his touch.
Xolvion could already feel her knowledge and experience flowing into him as he tasted her milk, which was leaking from her breasts, a pleasant surprise.
He pulled his fingers from inside her and placed them in his mouth, getting the full flavour of her fruits as well as gaining even more of her power, feeling the small drips and drabs of knowledge flood his mind.
More... I want more... Xolvion thought, knowing that a taste wasn't enough.
Xolvion didn't stop there as he ran his hand back down, this time letting two of his fingers slide inside, moving them up and down over and over again, causing Phelorna to scream in pleasure and almost double over due to her knees becoming weak.
"I need more." He said again, feeling as if it was an incomplete puzzle inside his mind, the only way to complete it was to taste her over and over again until he got his fill.
Xolvion hopped off the table, forcing her to bend over it as he pushed her down, standing behind her.
Phelorna gasped as her cheeks turned bright red, knowing what was next.
Xolvion kicked her legs open with his foot before he lifted her skirt, slapping her on her perfectly round ass, getting a small moan from her.
"Oh, you like that, do you?" He said, licking his lips, he took hold of his rock-hard beast and rubbed his tip against her entrance slowly, allowing her to get a feel for it.
Phelorna moaned and reached under her legs, taking hold of him in her hand before she slid it inside for him, not being able to wait anymore.
Xolvion let it slide inside of her wet pussy slowly, before his pelvis hit her round cheeks, reaching all the way inside. Clapping them over and over again as he started to thrust harder and faster.
Phelorna moaned louder and louder as she gripped the end of the table, digging her nails into the wood, unable to contain herself.
Xolvion could feel her power and abilities flowing into him as he thrust harder into her, filling her all the way up with his cock as her powers and memories filled him.
Phelorna's eyes were wide with lust, her mouth was open, and her tongue hanging out as she begged for more and more, screaming for him to fill her up and fuck her harder.
"Harder! Yes, harder! Fuck me harder and make me yours!" She yelled at the top of her voice before she clenched her body as she rowed through the intense orgasms that continued to drive her mind wild.
Xolvion could feel all of her power and abilities flowing into him now as if the puzzle was finally complete before he, too, was ready to finish.
"Here I cum!" He shouted as Phelorna screamed in pleasure, feeling his cock swell inside of her, growing ready to burst.
"YYYEEESSSS!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as he filled her insides up with his hot cum, gripping her round cheeks so hard that his hands left marks on her flesh. Finally, he let go, and she dropped onto the table, drooling from the intensity.
Xolvion slowly pulled out of her and watched as Phelorna slowly dropped to the floor, using the table to hold her head up while she breathed heavily.
Xolvion smiled as he looked at his handiwork; however, once again, he knew if he carried on, she would too be lost to her own lust.
So even elves aren't strong enough to resist my incubus powers. Xolvion thought.
Xolvion spotted the new clothes she had gotten for him, and while Phelorna was still shaking on the floor, he got dressed.
"I thank you for saving my life, and thank you for your incredible abilities." He said softly as he leaned down closer to her, looking into her wild eyes full of lust.
Xolvion clicked his fingers next to her ear, causing her to pass out and fall asleep as she slumped to the ground before he placed the blanket over her.
As he was about to leave, Xolvion decided to test his newly acquired abilities. Taking the small knife from the side, he deliberately cut his palm, watching blood spill from the wound. Then, placing his other hand over the injury, he spoke the word that now felt as natural as breathing.
"Heal."
Golden light flowed from his fingers, and the wound sealed itself as if it had never existed. The sensation was intoxicating. Power flowed through him, bending reality to his will as his cells instantly healed.
"Incredible," he murmured, flexing his unmarked hand. "If this is what I can gain from one encounter, I can't begin to imagine what else is possible!" He yelled, amazed that he had held such power his whole life and never known.
The implications were staggering. If he could seduce powerful individuals and absorb their abilities, there was virtually no limit to what he might achieve.
Grandfather was right... My powers, my weakness... It all makes sense now. He thought as he stepped out into the bustling streets.
Xolvion felt genuinely optimistic for the first time since his escape from the demon realm. The morning sun, so different from the eternal crimson glow of home, felt warm on his face, and the city's energy seemed to pulse with possibility.
Now, he thought, watching the crowds of humans, elves, and other races going about their daily business, it's time to see just how far this gift extends.
The market district beckoned, full of potential test subjects and opportunities. His siblings thought they'd eliminated him, cast him out to die in this foreign realm. Instead, they'd inadvertently given him access to something far more valuable than traditional demon magic—the ability to become anyone, to acquire any skill, to accumulate power in ways they could never imagine.
The hunt for strength was about to begin in earnest, and he had the perfect hunting ground spread out before him.
Different doesn't mean lesser, as his mother had always said. Today, he would begin proving just how different he truly was.