Reincarnated as a Healer : Why are my powers so filthy?

"I'm going to ride you until you glow," she growled, her rhythm growing frantic, flesh smacking against flesh with each downward thrust.

Leon's eyes rolled back, his cock throbbing inside her, his fingers digging into her thighs.

Wind rose around them, brushing leaves into a slow spiral, his magic stirring with her heat.

Terya leaned back, arching, slamming herself onto his shaft, her breasts bouncing freely, sweat gleaming down her stomach.

"Fuck—fuck, you feel so good," he gasped, his voice raw, his hips meeting hers with desperate need.

She grinned, her green eyes blazing. "Show me. Come for me. Light me up."

With a howl, Leon came, his orgasm hitting like a cyclone, magic surging through his spine, out through his cock, filling her with raw, pulsing power.

The wind shrieked, the glade exploded in light, and the mist fled, scattering like beaten dogs.

Terya shuddered on top of him, her hips still grinding, her pussy clenching as his cock throbbed inside her.

She leaned back, her hand slipping between her thighs, rubbing herself furiously, gasping his name as her own climax hit, her body trembling with release.

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The crimson mist parted, unveiling the towering cliffs of the enclave, a village clinging to the glowing stone like a defiant wound carved into Vyrneth's heart.

Lysaran sigils etched across its walls pulsed faintly with light, a fading beacon under siege. Blood orbs streaked across the sky, hissing as they slammed into stone, melting it like wax.

Veilbound sorcerers stood atop the ridge opposite the cliffside, their arms raised, mouths chanting in unison, their tattered crimson robes billowing in the charged air.

Below, shadow-beasts scuttled through the mist, their many limbs slicing through the red fog, drawn to the crumbling defenses, their glowing white eyes blinking like stars in the haze.

Leon stood at the edge of the Bloodweave's trees, his reforged dagger heavy at his belt, his linen shirt clinging to his sweat-soaked chest.

His light and wind magic pulsed in his core, steady but strained under the Crimson Veil's weight.

"Looks like we missed the welcome feast," he muttered, drawing a deep breath, his eyes narrowing at the chaos.

Terya smirked beside him, adjusting her leather bracers, her green eyes tracking the enemy lines, her blonde hair catching the red moonlight.

Her leather top clung to her curves, sweat tracing her collarbone from the forest's heat.

"Time to crash their party," she said, her voice playful but sharp, her daggers gleaming as she readied her wind magic.

"They're under siege," Lysette said, her voice tight, stepping forward.

Her white robe fluttered in the charged wind, singed and torn at the thigh, revealing the firm outline of her leg.

Her light magic flared, casting golden beams that cut through the mist, her emerald eyes catching the flicker of blood magic in the air.

"And someone inside is helping them."

The red mist surged as a blood orb screamed past, crashing into the village gate's base.

The defense barrier flared and flickered out—sabotaged from within. A shadow-beast howled, lunging through the breach, its serrated claws gleaming.

Leon reacted instantly, his training with Lysette and Terya sharpening his instincts.

He summoned a radiant wind arc, the light and wind coiling in harmony, cutting through the creature like glowing moonlight.

It collapsed, its glossy black hide dissolving into the mist.

Without pausing, he shifted his focus, a burst of light magic flaring from his palm, blinding a sorcerer on the ridge who tried to cast.

The sorcerer shrieked, clutching his face, staggering into Zara's brutal axe swing.

She moved like a storm, her curse marks flaring crimson along her muscular arms, sweat streaking her bronze face, her silver hair whipping.

"More on the left flank!" she barked, her voice rough but commanding.

Lysette surged forward, her light magic reinforcing the barrier, golden beams weaving through the gate's cracks.

Her robe clung to her thighs, her movements swift and resolute, her emerald eyes blazing with defiance.

The enclave's warriors—cloaked in flowing Lysaran silks and armor traced with holy runes—rallied at her sight, their spears and blades flashing. "

Hold the line!" she shouted, her voice ringing over the chaos. "The goddess watches!"

Terya darted to Leon's side, her wind slicing through two more shadow-beasts, their webs parting like silk under her daggers.

Her leather top strained, torn further, revealing the curve of her chest, her grin proud despite the chaos.

"Don't get cocky," she teased, her green eyes sparkling. "Keep your arcs sharp, lover."

Leon grinned, his confidence firm beneath the pressure, the Starbloom's light and Terya's bond fueling his magic.

"Radiant wind arc coming up," he said, channeling both elements, wind and light coiling in his palms.

The radiant arc tore through the oncoming horde, leaving flickers of light in its wake, scattering beasts and blood orbs alike.

Zara joined them at the breach, her axe a blur of silver and red, her curse marks pulsing but her stance unyielding.

"Someone on the inside opened the gates," she muttered, her blue eyes narrowing. "One of the council members, I'd bet."

Leon glanced at Lysette, whose lips curled into a bitter snarl.

"I warned them," she said quietly, her voice laced with anger. "But they wouldn't believe corruption had reached our own walls."

The traitor revealed herself moments later—a woman in Lysaran armor, her face painted with red sigils, emerging from a collapsing tower, her blade dripping blood magic.

She raised it high, howling, "The Veil will consume the light!"

"Not today," Lysette said, stepping forward, her light magic blazing from her palms, the ground beneath the traitor cracking with divine fury.

The enclave warriors faltered, their eyes wide at the betrayal.

Leon followed Lysette's lead, glancing at Terya and Zara, his nod firm. The trio advanced, wind, light, and steel pushing through the corruption.

Leon's light burst engulfed the traitor, blinding her as she screamed, her blood magic faltering.

Zara's axe ended her cry, the blade cleaving through her chest with a sickening crunch, her body collapsing in a pool of crimson.

Lysette's emerald eyes met Leon's, a sharp nod of respect passing between them, her light magic steadying the barrier.

"You're learning fast, wind boy," she said, her voice grudgingly impressed, a faint smirk breaking through.

Leon's grin widened, his chest heaving, his magic humming. Terya clapped his shoulder, her touch warm, her green eyes proud.