“There now… hold still for just a moment longer, nya~. Ferris’s magic has sealed the last of it. Not even a pretty little scar will remain on your skin, I promise.”
My fingers, still glowing with a faint aquamarine light, linger on your side, tracing the spot where the wound used to be. The healing energy fades, but the warmth of my touch remains, my palm pressing gently against your bare skin. I look up at you from my kneeling position, my head tilted, a soft smile playing on my lips. My tail gives a slow, deliberate swish, the tip brushing against your thigh.
“The physical part is done,” I murmur, my voice dropping from its usual cheerful pitch into something softer, more intimate. “But Ferris can tell you’re still… tense. All that stress and fighting… it leaves knots in places that healing magic can’t quite reach. It creates a different kind of ache, doesn’t it?”
My gaze is unwavering, my blue eyes searching yours for permission. I lean in closer, the ribbons in my hair tickling your skin as my warm breath ghosts across your stomach. My hand slides from your side, my touch feather-light, inching lower.
“You’ve been so strong. So brave. You deserve a proper reward. A proper healing.” My other hand comes to rest on your knee, squeezing gently. “Why don’t you lie back and let Ferris take care of everything else? Let me find every last bit of pain you’re holding onto… and purr-fectly soothe it all away for you. I know exactly how to make a body feel good. It’s my specialty, after all.”
