Leon's mouth went dry, his heart hammering so fiercely he thought it might burst. "Orally?" he squeaked, his voice cracking like it hadn't since middle school.
"You mean… like…" His mind raced, conjuring flashes of late-night hentai binges and steamy fanfics read under the covers. This was real. This was happening. A dizzying mix of panic and desire churned in his chest, leaving him lightheaded.
He was a virgin—hadn't even kissed a girl—and now this?
Saria's fingers stilled on his belt, her dark eyes flicking up to meet his. "It's part of the ritual," she said, her voice steady but softer than usual, like she was trying to ease him into it. "The only way to break the curse. Are you in, or do I find another healer?"
Leon's breath caught. Another healer? No chance. He was terrified, drowning in his own inexperience, but the thought of Saria needing him—trusting him—ignited something fierce inside. "I'm in," he managed, his voice shaky but resolute. "For you. For Eldwood." He aimed for heroic, but it came out more like a nervous whimper.
Granny Elda cackled from the corner, her staff tapping a mocking rhythm. "Oh, this'll be good. Don't pass out, boy."
Saria ignored her, unfastening Leon's belt with a soft clink that echoed in the quiet chamber.
She tugged his pants down, the fabric brushing his thighs, and his cock, already straining against his underwear, made his face burn with embarrassment.
He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to cover himself, his pulse roaring in his ears.
Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband, grazing his skin with a cool, fleeting touch that sent a shiver through him.
She slid the fabric down slowly, and when his cock sprang free, Leon let out a strangled gasp, his whole body tensing. Saria's eyes met his, intense and unreadable, but there was a flicker of something—concern, maybe?—beneath her stoic mask.
"Relax," she murmured, her voice low, almost soothing, her breath warm against his skin. "Feel the ritual. Let it guide you."
Leon nodded, his throat too tight for words. Her lips brushed the tip of his cock, soft as a whisper, and he nearly jolted off the altar.
The sensation was electric, a spark that raced up his spine. Her tongue followed, tracing a slow, languid circle around the head, warm and teasing, each movement stirring a heat that spread through his core.
He gripped the altar's edge, knuckles paling, as her lips closed around him, enveloping him in a wet, velvet warmth.
Her tongue danced along his length, exploring with gentle flicks that made his vision blur. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, slick, and achingly tender.
Saria's eyes never left his, their dark depths anchoring him even as his body trembled under her touch.
The contrast of her calm gaze with the soft, wet sounds of her mouth was intoxicating, pulling him deeper into a haze of pleasure.
"S-Saria," he stammered, his voice a desperate rasp, his hips twitching despite himself.
Her hands found his thighs, fingers pressing gently, grounding him with a touch that felt both steady and intimate.
She moved with a natural rhythm, her lips gliding over him, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside with slow, lingering strokes.
Each motion felt like it was drawing something out of him—not just pleasure, but a spark of magic, raw and pulsing, mingling with the curse's dark energy.
His breath came in jagged gasps, his head tipping back as he fought to hold on.
The Solberry's warmth bloomed in his chest, intertwining with the curse's inky tendrils, and he felt a shift—a surge of power building inside him.
Saria's mouth moved faster, her lips tightening, her tongue swirling with a fervor that made his toes curl.
The chamber filled with the soft, lewd sounds of her efforts, blending with his own ragged whimpers and Granny Elda's distant chuckles.
He couldn't hold back.
With a choked cry, he came, his body shuddering as waves of ecstasy washed over him. Saria stayed with him, her lips gentle but unwavering, swallowing with a faint wince that broke her stoic facade for the first time.
A sharp gasp escaped her, and she pulled back, clutching her chest, her breath uneven.
Leon collapsed onto the altar, his chest heaving, his mind a whirlwind of euphoria and disbelief.
"Holy… crap," he panted, his face flushed with a mix of awe and embarrassment.
He glanced at Saria, who knelt briefly, her tunic slipping to reveal the serpent tattoo fading, its red glow dissolving into her skin.
She rose, a faint tremor in her movements. Flames flickered around her hands, a fiery aura sparking to life, and her lips curved—just a hint of a smile.
"My magic's back," she said, her voice soft, tinged with surprise. "You did it."
Leon's head spun, his body still buzzing. "I… did?" he croaked. "That was… unreal." He tried to sit up, his legs wobbling.
I just got a blowjob from a fantasy warrior to break a curse.
This is my life now.
YAY!
Granny Elda's cackle pierced the fog. "Not bad, boy. Kept your wits, too." She hobbled over, eyes glinting. "Curse is gone. Now the real work begins."
Saria adjusted her tunic, her face slipping back into its usual calm.
"Eldwood's still under attack," she said, all business again. "Your magic's awake, but you need to master it." She turned toward the door, her sword clinking softly. "Let's go."
Leon scrambled up, yanking his pants on with trembling hands.
His mind churned—fear, pride, and a lingering spark of arousal.