Summary of this Story:

Deep in the stinking Chicago sewer tunnels under Wrigley, I hustled with Sarah, my horny Familiar, and Emily, our tough teammate, battling poison-quilled rats. Mana drained fast from constant heals and strikes. Sarah vanished in green sparks for my recharge; we kissed hard against slimy bricks until Pleasure ticked up. Emily hid her oozing, green-gunked arm, desperate for Paramour’s Mending. It only works through intimate fun, turning her sarcastic plea into a sloppy, dick-grinding makeout that topped my gauge and knit her wounds. She dropped to knees, shuddering in orgasm. Sarah scouted ahead to a weird boss room. Curled with Sarah’s firm thigh under a blanket, I slept while Emily thrashed, burning up, needing more. Team bonds pulled tight amid the awkward lust and poison haze.

Here is your Story: I Made Out with Emily to Heal Her in the Sewers

Ch 10

Things stayed pretty normal the next few hours. Team stayed tight. I felt too awkward to mention it. Sarah didn’t see much point hashing it out beyond telling me she loved me every few minutes between rat scraps. Emily seemed okay with everything, at least right now.

“You pervs need a breather soon?”

She tossed that out after tangling with a mean rat, bigger and uglier than the earlier ones. She’d started tagging us pervs. Sarah didn’t care. I huffed for air. I’d burned my healing skill a bunch keeping Sarah going. My Pleasure pool sat low. I knew ways to top it off, but Emily around made that tricky. On top of that, mana scraped bottom from Sarah’s upkeep and nonstop [Tempest Strike]. The air down here in these Chicago sewer tunnels stank like backed-up grease traps from Giordano’s.

“Could use a break,” I said. “Sarah, gotta dismiss you a minute to recharge, cool?”

“That’s fine.” She hung on me. “I love you?” Sounded a touch nervous.

“Love you too.” Her always needing to hear it didn’t bug me. Fresh habit. I got the too-good-to-be-true jitters. Felt a few myself. She flashed that crooked smile, the one that kept me hooked. I laid a long kiss on her. She ground her full tits and hips into me, groaned while grabbing my ass and digging in. Took minutes of pinning her against the slimy brick before I came to. Dismissed her with a quick peck on the cheek. My Pleasure gauge ticked up some. Sarah vanished in green sparks with a wink.

Tunnel Break

“Hey, so….” Emily kicked off, sounding unsure for her.

I sighed. “Yeah, we gotta talk. Sarah and me, we’re not your standard setup–“

She shook her head. Face gone pale now that I checked. Tough to spot under the faint LED glow from the pipe overhead.

“That healing on Sarah? Paramour’s Mending?”

“Yeah?” No clue where she headed.

“Only for Familiars?” Voice edged desperate.

“Emily, you hurt?!”

Panic slammed me. She twisted, flashed the arm she’d hid. Jagged cuts through her black leather jacket. Green gunk oozed out, not blood. Right, these rats packed poison quills. Emily dug jumping on their backs from shadows.

“Oh shit!” Stomach turned at the mess.

“Yeah, duh.” She bit back. “You fix it or not?”

Pleasure at maybe a third. “Could try?”

“What the hell’s ‘try’? Hurry up.”

“Never hit a person with it. Won’t work on me, but you ain’t me.”

“So what’s the issue?”

I fidgeted. She oughta know. “When I picked my Class, aimed for healer.” Quick rundown. “And?!” She pumped her good fist.

“This popped up instead. Said it’d pack healing, sorta. But….” Her stare turned deadly. “She pitched it as fun-style healing. And uh… side gigs.”

“Fun side gigs.” Deadpan.

“Yup.” Weak shrug.

She squinted. “Fun sides. That why Sarah’s so…?”

“So what?”

Eye roll. “Horny. Slutty. Always chasing your dick.”

I gagged, hands cupping my crotch. Figured that stayed buried.

“Please! It busts outta your jeans every time she blinks.” Snap. “Not the first chick packing downstairs in these tunnels under Wrigley. We ain’t freaks. Bet you’re not solo in our group. So what?!”

I blinked. Hadn’t crossed my mind. Wasn’t born packing. But sure, couple percent girls here grew dicks. Some kept ’em, skipped the spells.

“Back on track.” Finger snap. Antsy. “That turn Sarah slutty? Fun heals with love juice?”

I blinked. Sarah never said. Rewound memories. “She showed up horny. We’d linked heavy before heals. But post-heal, mana drains quick.”

She stared, face blank while scanning mine. “Heal me. Screw it. Or I puke green, turn dead weight. Not flunking ’cause I dodged getting wet.”

Blush scorched. Crinkled nose to choke the sissy gasp. Hated that shit.

“Just hit it.” Waved the rotting arm. “Rev my motor or whatever. I say yes. Hurts bad. Don’t buy the perky act. Gimme it, DADDY.” Dripping sarcasm.

I scowled. “You don’t call me that.”

She snorted. “Just Sarah’s turf? You weirdos.”

“Nope.” Sniff, chin high. All proper. “You ain’t a good girl.”

Shut her comeback with [Paramour’s Mending]. Gold threads spilled from my palm, looped her, dove into the arm. Green sludge gone. Cuts scarred over like week-old, knitting neat. Emily gasped for air. I eyed her careful.

“I’m good, quit gawking.” Sucking wind. “Bet you hoped I’d shred my shirt and pounce?”

“Hoped for bunny ears.” Dry.

“SARAH DIDN’T SPAWN WITH ‘EM?!” Fingers flew to her perky ears. Same as before. Death glare.

I grinned. “I sprout a tail, you’re dead. Group rules be damned.”

“You’re fiiiine. No tail.” She acted normal. “Sarah’s tail-less.”

She spun, eyes wild. Couldn’t keep straight face. Crumpled laughing.

She blew out air, slumped pissy against the tunnel wall. “Least heal me full.”

Palms up. “Dry tank, chief. Unless you wanna swap spit.”

Recharge Tricks

“Shaking me down?” Lip curled.

“No no no!” Hands flapping wild. “Pleasure fuels it. No mana for Sarah yet, so tapped. Sorry, blurted it.”

She sized me up. “Oh. Alright.”

Kicked back thirty minutes before pushing. Mana crept back sluggish after the drain. Halfway. How’d mana juggle work with a second familiar? Worse? Class upgrade a mystery. Might pump Mind stats.

“Level grind?” Nosy.

She checked the dripping pipe, timing it. “Halfway?” Shot in dark. “You?”

“Under quarter.” Gripe.

“Start point?”

Shrug. “Near zero.”

She halted, glared hard.

“What?” Clueless.

“Zip.”

Jogged to match her sharp stride. Suspicious vibes again.

More splits, simple scraps. Irritation stacked.

“This sucks.” Groan. “Up shafts?”

Head shake. “Zigzag, we’d wander. Down keeps it fresh.”

Grudging nod. Scout’d fix it. Mana near max. Called Sarah. Briefed her. She lit up.

“Prime scout!” Pumped, hopping on her Nikes. “Quick, slips away easy. Won’t stray with me.”

“Won’t?”

“Never!” Grin wide. “Our link!” Sappy breath. “Always tracks home.”

Thought it over. Felt the bond’s fuzzy pull. Never clocked it for maps. Sarah bolted. Emily spurted ahead short. Sarah built for miles, legs pumping steady. Outran us long haul. We paused. Adrenaline dumps wrecked me. Levels bumped speed, stamina. Body limits hung on. Until bigger gains.

“Screw it.” Emily while waiting. “C’mere.”

“Huh?”

“C’MERE.”

Trotted up. She breathed a bit heavy. Snagged my jacket, yanked me low. Nose to nose.

“Gonna top you off. Good?”

Eyes bugged. Throat tight. “Good.” Squeak.

“For the heal–“

Mouth crashed mine. Lips split, tongue shoved in, battled. She bowed back till mashed close. Rush hit. Blood surged dick, jammed hard against her flat belly under the jacket. Felt her clench on it. Little groan in the kiss. Broke off, both heaving.

“Now heal.” Fake chill.

“Uh-huh!” Dizzy, fixed the bulge. [Paramour’s Mending]. Drained Pleasure. Gold flecks hit her. One sharp slutty moan. Palm clamped mouth, eyes squeezed.

“That all?” Shrug, tugging clothes straight.

“Every drop.”

“Whatever.” Snatched my hands, locked ’em on her tight leather ass, the one I’d dodged eyeing all day. Claimed my mouth, yanked flush. Couldn’t stop. Kneaded, rubbed. Groaned as she rolled hips, scraped belly over my throbbing dick. Minute of slobbery smacks, hungry noises. Not all me. She shoved away, gasping. Face beet red, tits rising fast. Fanned herself.

“That enough?” Dare.

Blasted the gauge. [Paramour’s Mending] rained gold, soaked into scrapes like fog off Lake Michigan. Bit lip, raspy snarl. Dropped to knees, fingers jammed between thighs. Shook. Once. Again. Eyes rolled. Lazy thumbs-up.

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

Plopped on opposite walls. Quiet hung. Sarah beat expectations back. Good scout with intel.

“Close!” Skidded stop. Eyed us. “Aww, no invite?” Pouted like skipped White Castle fries. Quick peek: those Nikes ran premium. Girl could haul.

“Close how?” Emily peeled head off wall.

Glad to dodge details.

“Boss room!” Big show.

“Oh crap.” Whine.

“How?!” Emily flopped sideways.

Sarah cocked head, ears drooped. “Not… usual boss.” Wary.

We swapped looks. “Meaning?”

“Check it out.” Head shake. “Rest up first, go strong. Bet it’s all-kiss rules. Fair squad play. Bet.”

Solid plan. Rest bit. Emily scowled, blushed nuclear. No word.

Spotted a low spot in the curve. Decent views, sorta secure.

“Boss ASAP?” Frown. Beat.

Head shake, mock cheers. “Lose that way. Laggier than teams now, but fresh shot. Don’t gotta crush. Just pass, no boot.”

Slow nod. Snagged pack, thin blanket, burrowed dark nook.

Sarah and I watched. She bent to my ear. “Want in.” Eyes sparked.

Swatted greedy arm. “Sleep time.” Grunt.

Whatever went down, dealt later. Arm fixed. Win.

Skipped dismissing Sarah. Curled under blanket, her legs bracketing mine, back to wall on guard. Not wiped like us. No sleep required. Clung to her firm thigh, arm around, scooted shorts for skin-on-skin. She hummed happy, fingers in my hair. Out cold fast.

A muffled groan woke me.

“Sarah.” Mumble, foggy. “Not now. Beat.”

Rolled over, peered up. Sarah sat bolt straight, fixed ahead. Long ears twitched, pinned back. At Emily’s blanket pile. The zipper tab on her pack glinted under the LED flicker.

Emily’s groan pitched higher, ragged now, like she’d bitten her tongue to muffle it. Sarah’s hand gripped my shoulder, nails digging half-moons through my shirt. I shook off sleep, heart thumping against my ribs as I sat up slow. The bond tugged, Sarah’s mix of worry and that endless hunger. Emily thrashed under the blanket, knees tenting it, one boot toe scraping concrete with a gritty squeak. “Fuck,” she hissed low, voice cracking. Sweat beaded her forehead, leather jacket unzipped crooked. The green pus stink had cleared, but now her skin flushed hot, slick. She locked eyes with me, wild, then yanked the blanket higher. Sarah leaned in close, breath hot on my neck. “She’s burning up. Needs more.” Emily’s hand clawed the tunnel floor, nails scraping, before she forced a nod. I swallowed, mana ticking back, Pleasure stirring despite the ache. The air hung thick with her ragged breaths and the faint metallic tang off the pipes. Whatever the boss waited for, we’d face it whole, arm healed, team patched, no one left behind. Sarah’s fingers laced mine, steady squeeze on that shared thigh.