A Desperate Cure

His choked voice was unbelievably calm for a patient.

“…You.”

I looked at the man, at a loss for words, and he lifted his chin and drawled.

“There was no pain, so don’t worry. Thanks to the mate who bites my shoulder every night, I’m well-trained.”

“Ugh, are you joking now?!”

Even when I got angry, asking what would have happened if an artery was harmed instead, he just twisted his lips and gestured for me to come closer.

‘…He’s a patient, so I can’t just ignore him.’

Though I wasn’t thrilled, I meekly approached and sat by the bed.
I was planning to run out the moment he touched me in the wrong place, but the man said nothing.

No, he didn’t seem to have the energy to speak.
My heart softened at his rough breathing, as if he were climbing a steep mountain.

“Is it, hard to breathe…?”

“It’s a tricky poison.”

“Sh-should I treat you? Mashak said that if non-poisoned mana enters, it will be neutralized. Even if it’s just for a moment…”

Karvan didn’t wait for the rest of my words.

As he lifted his chin as if to say, ‘Go on, try it,’ I forgot my recent resolve and quickly lowered my head.

“Mph…”

As I was pressing my lips against his as if giving artificial respiration, I heard a sound of air escaping.

“For someone who’s always so eager, you’re not very good at it.”

‘…Why?’
‘Did I do something wrong?’
As I blinked and looked at him, he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me closer, then gently pressed my cheeks to open my lips.

A soft tongue invaded and, as if playing tag, followed me, exploring every corner of my mucous membrane, and sucked as if to pull out the root of my tongue.

Ugh, mph!
Mph!
Only when I was suffocating and struggling could I finally break free from him.
Now I was the one panting as if I had run a marathon, and the man had a noticeably calmer face.

“To think you still kiss like a child.”

“Hah, hah…”

“Are you a fool. Or, are you pretending not to know on purpose.”

‘Am I a fool just because I can’t kiss well?’
I was at a loss for words, but since he was a patient, I decided to let it go once.
I roughly wiped my wet lips and got up.

“Whatever! Now, tell me what else you need. I’ll get it for you.”

The man answered my blunt question with silence.
He just slowly lifted his bright yellow eyes and stared at me.

“……”

His dim, sunken eyes were quite different from the angry, dark-clouded gaze I had seen in the Fox village.
The beast I had seen during the full moon ceremony flickered in his long, slit pupils.

At the same time, the bulging lower half of his body, covered by the blanket, caught my eye.

Whether it was the effect of the poison, the man had been in that state ever since he had fallen ill.
His face was so pale that I would frequently wipe his whole body with a cold, wet towel, and every time…

“Th-this is not the time for this!”

I quickly buried the man’s hand, which was subtly trying to wrap around my waist, in the blanket.

“Didn’t you hear Mashak? He said you need to rest until they find the antidote!”

“If this is rest to me.”

‘Rest, my ass!’
I was about to count how many times I had fainted while having s*x with this man, but I gave up and shook my head.

“…Karvan? You’re a poisoned patient. You can barely lift your body, what are you trying to do…”

“If you move, it won’t be hard for me.”

I bit my lip in a difficult situation at the man’s shameless chatter.

Normally, I would have turned my back, telling him not to talk nonsense, but I had committed too many sins to just ignore him.
But, still…

“A-are you serious? You really, want me to do it?”

“Then, can you have fake s*x?”

‘To think he wants to do that while his face is so pale.’
I wondered if he was really sick, but since I had seen him get bitten right in front of my nose, I couldn’t doubt it any further.

“…J-just once.”

Reluctantly, I fumbled with the man’s pants.
As I untied the waistband, his penis, which had sprung up, was already hideously erect.

As I was frozen like a visitor about to experience an anaconda encounter, the man gestured with his hand again.

“That’s enough sightseeing, why don’t you come up.”

He drawled, supporting the back of his head with one arm.

At first, I didn’t understand what he meant.
Thinking he wanted me to kiss him again, I leaned my face in, and he let out a chuckle and said.

“Come up and sit on my face.”

He pointed to his face with his long finger.
Still not understanding what he meant, I blinked my eyes and asked back stupidly.

“…Why?”

“I’ll suck. Your mating hole.”

“What?! N-no!”

‘Now he’s not even beating around the bush?!’
Terrified, I was about to retreat, but the man’s broad, bandaged shoulder caught my eye.

The wound from the saw-like teeth that had bitten him instead of me.
The wound that was poisoned.
Cough, cough, his shallow coughs…

“…If it hurts or is too much, you have to tell me right away. Got it?”

In the end, I had no choice but to grant the man’s request.
Clasping hands with the large hand that was offering itself as a handle, I hesitantly climbed onto his well-defined face.

“Just sit, think of it as a chair.”

His request was quite specific.
‘But still, to sit on a person’s face with a clear mind, I just can’t.’

“I-I, can’t… Ack!”

Thinking this wasn’t right, I was about to turn around and get down, but he grabbed my knees, which were awkwardly positioned, and broke my balance, then grabbed my thighs with both hands as if to support them, and brought his lips to them.
I could clearly feel his sharp nose parting the wet, throbbing crevice in a zigzag pattern.

Haak!
The moment I was about to stand up, gasping, I collapsed onto the man’s collarbone at the soft sensation that was suddenly pushed into my vulva and the strong suction.

My vision flashed endlessly.
It felt like someone was striking a lightning skill on top of my head.

“Ah, ah, hmph, ugh… w-wait, haak!”

Whether I was struggling and falling over, the embarrassing sounds continued.
As his tongue, which had been pushed in vertically, went in and out, scraping the inner walls, my hips bucked, but he held onto my buttocks and wouldn’t let go.

“Karvan, you, your shoulder, ah…!”

Even as I was hiccuping, upside down on the man’s abdomen, I was worried about his condition.

“If you, hngh, m-move, so much, you’re not supposed to…”

“I’m fine, so you just relax. I’m going to bite my tongue.”

A sigh-laden voice came from over my back.

His pronunciation was inaccurate because he was sucking on my mucous membrane, and his breath was strangely rough.
‘Is he out of breath because of the poison again?’

“Hngh, d-does it, really… have a, healing, effect…”

Even when I barely asked, no answer came back this time.
Instead, another part of him nodded and answered my question.

At the edge of my blurry vision, I could see that he was thoroughly aroused.
Juuub, jjub.
The head of his c*ck, keeping time with the sucking sounds, nodded in response.
The massive shaft, which was bobbing happily as if to say it was effective, that he was enjoying it, that he was about to die.

‘Like master, like c*ck.’
I was looking at it, lying on my stomach, at a loss for words, when my vision flashed again.

The man had wrapped his forearms tightly around my thighs and started to hit my clit with the tip of his tongue.
I struggled at the sudden friction, but he clung to me like a barnacle and covered me with his entire lips, sucking as if giving artificial respiration.

“Hak! Let, let me go, hngh, ah, no, no… ah…!”

Lying on my stomach on his washboard-like abdomen, I clutched his c*ck like a safety bar and trembled.
My hair stood on end, and my vision flickered like a dying light bulb.

“Ahk…!”

Without even a moment to enjoy the afterglow, a thick finger traced the sticky hole a few times and then, shlick, it entered.
Whether I was flapping like a freshly caught tuna, he pulled out his wet finger, licked it, and said indifferently.

“It’s well-loosened. I think I can put it in now.”

I was at a loss for words at him making a diagnosis as if he were a doctor.
I was about to say something, but seeing the man’s pale complexion, I shut my mouth and got on top of his abdomen.
A sinner should be silent.

“Ah, hngh! W-wait, if you move now, no, …ah!”

Unable to control its own weight, I grabbed the head of his c*ck, which was swaying, and after struggling for a long time, I finally sat on it, and it was bucking and making a fuss like a freshly caught wild horse.

“Ah, hngh, huh, hmph…!”

When I came to my senses, I was being pounded, on top of his powerfully bucking c*ck.
As if I were in a rodeo, barely holding onto the man’s iliac crest.

‘I’m the one who’s healthy, and this man is the patient. I’m on top, and the man is on the bottom. Why, this…’

Thinking I was going to die at this rate, I slammed my cheek against his broad chest and collapsed, but as if he had been waiting, he wrapped his forearms tightly around my waist and thrust up even more forcefully.

“…Hngh, ah, no! I-I’m done! It’s too much!”

Unable to take it anymore, I pushed him away coldly and ran out of the bed.
For some reason, the man didn’t stop me.

“Yes. You should rest. Go.”

“…Really, can I go?”

“You’ve been by my side since yesterday. You must be tired.”

He nodded his head, saying not to worry because the Sura were there, and then closed his eyes with his forearm over his forehead.

A pale face that looked like it would collapse if I touched it.
It was the first time I had seen the man, who was like a thousand-year-old tree that would stand tall even if the world collapsed, so weakened.

“Karvan…”

“You’re still here. Why.”

“Does it hurt a lot? Are you really okay?”

As if he didn’t even have the strength to answer, he just slowly opened his eyes and looked at me, then raised the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled.

“…I’m fine. What are you so worried about.”

As he gently caressed my cheek with his outstretched fingertips and whispered so sweetly that I wondered if my ears were deceiving me, my heart skipped a beat.
‘…They say that when a person is about to die, they suddenly change. No way?’

“Hey, if it hurts a lot… sh-shall we do it one more time?”

“You said you couldn’t because it was too much.”

“No! I can do it.”

So I started the ‘treatment’ again.
I pressed my lips against his as if it were a respirator, and climbed onto that monstrous thing that didn’t seem like it would ever go down, and moved my hips with all my might.

“A-am I, really, hmph, getting, better, r-right… hngh!”

“Yes. Much better.”

‘…Strange.’
‘Looking at the way he’s grabbing my pelvis and pounding up from below, he doesn’t seem like a patient at all, but his complexion is still pale, so I’m constantly in a state of cognitive dissonance.’

“Ah, ugh! Haak…!”

‘I started this to save a person, but I think I’m going to die at this rate.’

“Should we stop if it’s too much.”

“…No! More, more! Hngh…”

But I couldn’t stop.
Because even though he was panting with a pale face, his complexion would miraculously return when we mixed our saliva and aligned our lower bodies.