[SS-1150] Wounded Swordsman

[WOUNDED SWORDSMAN]

The town's highest swordsman guard came to the town's high cleric-healer.

"I will be joining the fight of our neighboring villages against the forces who would like to take their lands," the swordsman told him, "it is important that we help them because if the forces win, we might also lose our lands."

The cleric-healer nodded, "I understand. Why did you come to me?"

The swordsman removed his clothes and showed his strong, muscular body, "I need you to check if I am at my peak health."

The cleric-healer placed his palm on the chest of the man. He felt his beating heart. Then he traced the mounds of muscle that covered the man's entirety. "You are in good health. You are ready."

"Thank you. Your magical fluid has strengthened me and my men. Wish us luck in our quest!" the swordsman said before he left.

After a month, the high swordsman returned with bloodied bandages in his body.

The cleric-healer quickly attended to him, "how was the fight, sire?"

"It was victorious. But a lot of us were injured," the swordsman replied.

"Do you need my fluid?"

"Yes."

The cleric-healer removed his clothes. He fondled his own dick to harden it.

Then the swordsman prayed to the gods, knelt in front of the cleric-healer and sucked on his cock.

The cleric-healer was also praying for healing. Until he came inside the mouth of the swordsman, who swallowed all his semen.

The swordsman stood up and shouted, "thank you gooods!"

Then he got his swords out and started making moves without difficulty.

"Pass on the fluid to your guards and they shall be likewise healed," the cleric-healer instructed.

The swordsman bowed, "thank you sire."

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