I sat down next to Lila on the low wooden bench inside her hut.
The air smelled faintly of tea and sweets.
She looked tired, more than usual, her shoulders a little slumped.
"Lila," I said quietly, "have you been sick? Any illness you're hiding?"
Her eyes went wide for a second, then she let out a small, shaky breath.
"I can't hide it from the prophecy child, can I?"
She looked down at her hands.
"Yes. It's called isanami.
I caught it just yesterday after you left, and after this morning medical checkup. I found I had it.
By the doctor words, it… it makes a woman's body less sensitive over time.
My hormones drop lower and lower until I can't feel pleasure anymore. Not from sex, not from anything really.
And the imbalance… it will kill me slowly."
I felt something tight in my chest.
I stood up fast and moved in front of her, putting both hands on her shoulders.
"I'm not letting a woman like you die. You've always put the village first. Always cared for everyone else.
I won't let that happen."
Tears filled her eyes quick.
She reached up and touched my wrist.
"Thank you, Ragnar…"
I looked back at her, "What did the doctor said about the cure?"
Lila looked at my face, "She said it doesn't have a cure, but the legendary herald cum may cure it"
I gulped and nodded at her words.
"Then let me help you Lila"
I moved closer to her, sliding my hands down slowly on her top, fingers brushing the soft fabric over her chest.
I parted the front of her tunic bit by bit until her full breasts spilled free.
They were heavy and warm in my palms.
I started kneading them gently, thumbs circling her nipples while I stepped behind her.
She leaned back against me with a small sigh.
I sat down on the bench again and pulled her onto my lap.
Her arms came around my neck from behind, holding on tight.
I kissed the side of her neck, breathing in that faint rose scent she always carried,
and kept massaging her breasts, rolling the soft weight in my hands.
A cute little moan slipped out of her.
She ducked her head, shy.
"Ragnar…"
I licked a slow line up her neck.
My right hand slid down between her thighs, finding her already warm and slick.
She shivered hard when my fingers brushed her folds.
I lifted her hips just enough, lined myself up,
and eased inside her in one slow push.
She was sitting on my lap facing away, my cock buried deep while she clung to her neck.
I started thrusting up into her, steady and deep.
Her moans got softer, breathier.
"You're so big," she whispered, voice shaking with emotion.
"So thick… I can feel every inch of you stretching me.
Gods, Ragnar, you're incredible…"
I kept going until the pressure built too high.
I groaned low and came hard, pumping thick ropes deep inside her.
Right then the skill activated—warmth spread from where we were joined.
Lila gasped.
"I… I'm feeling it. The tingle… it's coming back already."
I kissed her shoulder.
"This is just the start. From how bad it sounded, I need to cum in you at least five times to fix it completely."
I stood up, still inside her, and lifted her legs so she was cradled against me.
We walked out to the courtyard like that.
Servants were moving around, guards stood at the far wall.
I carried her quick to a shadowed corner behind some stacked barrels.
She squeezed tight around me the second we were hidden—
her pussy clenched hard knowing people were so close.
"Ragnar—people are here," she whispered, panicked but voice trembling with heat.
"They can't see me like this…"
"Then don't raise your voice," I murmured against her ear,
then bit the soft lobe gently.
I pinned her against the rough wood wall and started thrusting again, harder this time.
Her head fell back, mouth open in silent moans.
I felt her getting wetter, tighter.
When I came the second time she shook all over,
biting her lip so hard to stay quiet.
I pulled out slow, set her feet down,
and we slipped back inside the hut before anyone noticed.
I walked her to the main room, laid her gently on the thick rug.
Then I went to the kitchen area, drank a long cup of water, and came back.
She was still lying there exactly where I left her—
legs parted, chest rising fast, cheeks flushed.
I knelt between her thighs, pushed her knees up toward her shoulders in a deep mating press,
and slid back inside.
She moaned loud this time.
I leaned down and kissed her deep, tongue sliding against hers
while I fucked her slow then fast, grinding deep every thrust.
"You're so good," she panted between kisses.
"So strong… so perfect inside me.
No one's ever filled me like this. I love how you take me, Ragnar. I love your cock."
I couldn't hold back anymore.
I came hard again, flooding her.
She cried out softly, nails digging into my back.
I stayed buried a minute, catching my breath.
That was my limit for today—I could feel it.
Two more loads tomorrow and she'd be cured.
I pulled out slow.
Thick white cum leaked from her swollen pussy and dripped onto the rug.
I gave her ass a light slap.
"I'll come back tomorrow to finish our treatment."
She pushed herself up on shaky arms, clenched her fist tight.
"Now I understand why the old tribes went to war over the herald.
This power… it would have taken me months—if ever—to get this stronger.
And you gave it to me just by cumming inside."
"Still need two more loads tomorrow," I told her.
"To make sure it's gone for good."
She nodded, eyes shining.
"I can already feel the sensitivity returning. Thank you, Ragnar.
I'll be ready for you tomorrow."
I nodded back.
Before I left, I asked, "Where's the assassin girl the one named Vanessa?"
Lila tilted her head.
"In the prison?"
I gave her one last look,
then walked out of the chief's hut and headed straight toward the prison.