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My wings carry me high above the ground. The terrain flies past in a blur down below. I'm thankful they can do most of the heavy lifting because I'm in no state to travel by myself. I caught something a few days ago. I tried to power through it, being the big strong adventurer I am, but once I could barely stand I relented and saw the nurse. She's always been successful in the past, but whatever I have is a different beast entirely. The fever, chills, headache, flaking skin -- all completely resistant to her strongest medication. So she had to do something she's never done before. She referred me to Konah -- the witch doctor.

I descend once I see his hut below me in the jungle. An orange-wood house suspended above the swampy floor with stilts. It's dusk -- the lights cast an orange glow on the trees surrounding his home. I land on his front porch. Beside the front door is a full length stained glass window depicting a scene in the jungle temple. I collapse on my hands and knees the second I touch the floor. The disease is killing me. Just the thought of walking makes my muscles ache, but I need to try. I think I can faintly make out movement behind the window. Konah must be working right now. When I built his house I made sure to put his cauldron right in the middle of the living room for easy access to all of his supplies. He's doing something with it for sure. I see his tail rocking slowly back and forth. His silhouette betrays his imposing figure. I crawl towards the door, gasping for air just to pull myself a couple of inches at a time. It can't be more than ten feet away, but it might as well be across the world. *If I can just make it a little farther... just a little farther...*

The front door suddenly swings open. The witch doctor stands right in front of me, appearing even bigger than he did through the window. He's wearing his usual attire -- the feathered skull mask, the bone necklace, the loincloth on his front. He's holding his brewing staff in one hand, which confers upon him a sense of authority. He walks towards me, then gets down on one knee. I can't even lift my head to look at him directly -- I just see his legs and feet right in front of my face. He uses his free hand to gently lift my chin up. I can see his face again, though everything is blurry and out of focus. He tilts my head once on each side. "I am glad you arrived. You are in need of healing." he says. His voice is deep, but also soft -- soothing. I try to respond but nothing comes out except for some awkward combination of groaning and gurgling. My consciousness is fading.

Then he places his thumb and forefinger between my lips. He separates them, opening up my maw. I hear him place down his staff. The next sensation I feel is a wetness on my tongue. The taste is bitter. I contort my face in disgust, pushing myself to sit upright while trying not to gag too hard on the medicine. It's only when the taste wears off that I realize how much more clearly I can see -- and how much more control I have over my muscles. Konah smiles in front of me, then he stands up, extending his hand. "A temporary remedy. Please, come into my home. You have a serious disease that I must investigate further." he says. I take his hand and he helps lift me onto my feet. His bicep flexes under his green scaly skin. I can stand -- but barely. He keeps hold of my hand while walking into his hut.

Konah's done quite a bit of furnishing since I last saw it. A large circular multicolored rug takes up the space around the cauldron. Any wall that isn't occupied by a window is covered in shelves for potions, potion ingredients, books, and various oddities I don't fully understand. The couple of heart lanterns on the ceiling give the room a cozy glow, in addition to their real healing properties. He has a simple wooden table and chairs behind the cauldron. Konah pulls one of the chairs out, but further still behind that my gaze fixes longingly on the bed. "You must remain upright for your health." he clarifies, seating me facing towards the cauldron. He really is a perceptive one. He's completely correct of course -- even sitting upright I can feel myself wanting to collapse again. If I lay in the bed I'm bound to lose consciousness and succumb to my illness in my sleep. Not that Konah would let that happen but I don't want to make his job any harder for him.

He squeezes one shoulder. "I must remove your top. The illness infests your body and must be felt without barriers." he explains. I blush, despite needing to do the same for the nurse many times before. It's pretty standard stuff. "Thanks, I got this." I answer, my voice betraying little confidence. His medicine is already wearing off. I fumble around with the buttons on my shirt but all of my fine motor control is gone. I release one button with several more to go. Konah reaches down to assist me. He doesn't do it for me -- he just guides my fingers to where they need to be. The shirt slides off easily once all of the buttons are undone. Everything above my waist is exposed to him. Konah nods to me, then bends down and grips my hips with both hands. I gasp -- he's incredibly strong. His grip strength is terrifying, and his pectorals jut out prominently in front of the rest of his chest. He massages my skin. Each finger examining its own little part of my body. He doesn't finish once he's done with my hips -- he keeps going upwards. His thumbs squish my abdomen, his fingers put pressure on my spine. He doesn't make a sound during this whole process -- his eyes firmly locked on processing the sensations of my body. He gets to my pecs and squeezes one in each hand. I swear he massages them more than medically necessary, spending lots of time rotating his grip to squeeze at all different angles. If I weren't so sick I'd probably be aroused by it.

Konah massages my shoulders, relieving tension in my body that I didn't know was there. I'm already feeling better and he hasn't even begun the cure yet. I assumed he'd be done at the shoulders, but he keeps going. Both hands gingerly feeling my neck. He uses much less pressure, careful not to damage such a delicate part of me. Konah mumbles some stuff to himself that I can't understand. Finally, he grabs my head. He pulls on my cheeks, squishes my forehead, rotates my skull side-to-side. He pulls open each eyelid. Then he holds the underside of my jaw and commands me.

"Open."

I do as he says, presenting my maw for his examination. I stick my tongue out to make it easier for him to see down my throat... not that I needed to do anything for him. My effort is made redundant by him taking total control of my mouth. He sticks his thumb down directly on my squishy tongue. I gurgle a bit in protest, but he shushes me, shutting me up instantly. He feels all around the inside of my maw -- the tonsils, all sides of my tongue, my gums. I gurgle again, but from my pants getting a little bit tighter, and I hear no response from Konah. He presents himself so professionally, but I think he's enjoying taking advantage of me. Playing with my mouth. Both of his thumbs stroke my tongue with practiced determination, until finally he is finished with me.

He releases his hands from my jaws. I swallow my spit, which burns my throat on the way down. Fuck, the days when I could swallow without terrible pain feel like a utopia in my memory. I groan while the pain washes over me. The witch doctor walks over to my side and rubs my hair to comfort me. "I felt the cause of your pain. The illness lives deep within you, but I am trained to cure it. I will need to use a combination of medicines. One part is ingested by you, another by me. Then, I will deliver my part of the medicine inside you with my bodily fluids. This will require multiple steps. Please be patient while I get the ingredients for the first cure."

"Thank you." I respond. *Bodily fluids? I suppose the ingredients in his potions are fairly exotic. Maybe he's going to spit into a cup and I'll drink that.* I think to myself. Konah smiles at me before turning away towards his cauldron. My eyes go wide when I see his backside. He's completely naked in the rear. The lighting defines his back muscles with deep shadows. His tail swings as he walks between shelves to grab ingredients, not completely blocking my view of his plump ass. Between swings of his tail I also realize the loincloth really only covers his front. I can make out a heavy pair of green balls dangling between his legs. They sag low in the jungle heat, emphasizing the shape of each testicle. Just below them I think I can barely see the tip of his penis. I can't fully make out its shape, but it looks thicker than the handle of my sword. The cauldron illuminates his form from the front in a rainbow of colors. Konah adds one ingredients after another, stirring consistently with his free hand. The pot bubbles, steam spilling out onto the carpet and coating the room in a thin fog. He takes a small bottle and fills it with his deep red concoction. He sets it aside to add a few more ingredients. It shifts colors one, two, three times, turning a bright purple by the end. He bottles it separately. Then, holding one in each hand, he returns to me, handing me the red one.

"This will not be so bitter." he promises. I look skeptically at the potion. He didn't spit in any of these. What is he on about? But I'm desperate for relief from my misery, so I have no choice but to down the bottle. Konah was right -- this one tastes very sweet. I detect notes of sunflowers, strawberries. Maybe a bit of coconut? I smack my lips upon finishing the potion at the same time that Konah finishes his. I assume he has one more step to finish so I don't understand why he's just standing here in front of me. "This part of the cure must be delivered orally, with my saliva." he says. I had already figured as much, but how? As if reading my mind, he bends over in front of me, putting his muzzle right next to mine. His lizard breath warms my face. Then, he holds my jaw just like he did before and commands:

"Open."

I do as he says, a little more cautiously this time. *Is he going to spit in my mouth?* I think. But all of my thoughts are cancelled out when his tongue meets mine. His thick, wet tongue twists around my own. It flicks and squishes into every crevice of my gaping maw with ferocity. He leans in closer, tilting his head to close his mouth around mine in a kiss. His spit spills out onto my chin and drips off. He's producing so much saliva I assume the potion must have affected it. It sort of tastes like lavender. As I swallow more of Konah's spit it occurs to me that swallowing doesn't hurt so much anymore. It still does, but it's tolerable now. His tongue passionately massages mine. Then it pokes deeper -- his slick, prehensile tongue pokes at my throat, as if teasing me on purpose. My eyes roll into the back of my head as it slides in. The base of his tongue fills my mouth to the brim, while the tip wriggles around inside me. The combination of our saliva has been spilling onto my pants, getting them completely soaked. I let him have full control of me. I let him ravage my throat with his passionate sloppy kiss, tongue pulsing and writhing inside of me.

I've lost track of time when he releases me, making me gasp for air when his tongue pops out. My whole mouth is coated and surrounded in his sticky spit. I can smell lavender in every breath. I look down at my crotch. The pants are stained darker from the saliva where it spilled onto me, and my penis is tenting through the cloth. Konah looks down at me. "How do you feel?" he asks. I consider the question. While he was tongue-fucking me I noticed my sore throat clear up, and now that I've had a bit of time to breathe and recover, I notice more of my symptoms have been relieved. My headache reduced to a dull thud, my vision no longer blurring, my fatigue no longer threatening to make me collapse. "Much better." I answer. Konah smiles. "I made the potion to provide you with the most comfortable experience. It temporarily suppresses your gag reflex. These procedures can be quite invasive, as you just experienced." he says, while wiping his mouth off with a rag. "I hope you also enjoyed the lavender smell I added to my own potion. It was meant to make the procedure more pleasant." he adds.

I nod, and shift around uncomfortably in my chair. Konah notices the source of my discomfort. "You should remove your pants if they are too tight around your genitals. It is important to maintain proper blood flow." he advises. I didn't want to make it obvious, but I was painfully erect, and the tip of my penis was being squashed against my pants. I fumble with the drawstring, then pull down my pants, letting my shaft flop out freely. The doctor doesn't seem to be aroused himself, but I get the sense he wasn't surprised that I was. "The procedure has only just begun. I shall prepare the next potion" he says. He returns to the cauldron, going through the same motions I saw him do once before. I still get a great view of his magnificent backside. The light emphasizes the shape of his glutes perfectly. I want to know how it feels to be crushed between his powerful thighs. The cauldron poofs -- it appears this time he's made a green potion. He only made one this time -- I assume the potion he gave me at the start is all that I need. He downs the lime concoction in a single gulp, then approaches me again. I expect him to bend over and grab my head, but he remains standing. Instead, one of his hands reaches behind him and undoes the knot on the loincloth. It falls to the floor.

Konah's penis is just inches from my face. His green shaft is larger than any I've seen before. It's throbbing, and growing in length rapidly. It was around four inches at the start -- now it's six and he's only half erect. His balls hang just below, practically begging me to reach out and grab them. I hardly notice myself leaning forward until Konah's erection is right in front of my nostrils. A bead of precum has formed on his tip. I inhale -- musk. The sort of salty masculine scent that only forms around a man's dick and balls. I instinctively reach down to grip my own penis to sate my arousal.

"This medicine must be transmitted orally with my pre-ejaculate. Your potion is still suppressing your gag reflex. That will be necessary for this procedure. My potion will make me produce more pre-ejaculate than you are likely used to. Please try to swallow as much as you can for the medicine to be effective." he says. I hesitate first, basking in the arousal that the anticipation brings. His thick, juicy penis mine for the taking... I hardly know how to start. Ultimately I do the first thing that sounds good. I stick out my tongue and lick up the bead of precum from his tip. The ecstasy of more of his fluids entering me flashes through my body like electricity. *More... I need more.* Another bead has already formed at his tip, followed by a second pushing the first down to his frenulum. I lick them up too. I don't stop. He's producing as much precum as I can lick up. The manly flavors of his pre and his scaly dick skin overwhelm my senses.

I get greedy with my licking. I'm not even targeting his pre anymore. I run my tongue up and down his shaft while stroking myself below. Konah's breathing grows ragged. Clearly the professional is not immune to pleasure. I lift his erection up, exposing his balls to me directly. I plant my face firmly in the skin connecting his sack to his shaft, and breathe deep. His smell is stronger here. I savor his ball musk with each breath, inhaling all that I can before my senses get used to his scent in one spot. So I nuzzle his sack from below, sniffing where his balls meet his taint. The soft skin that cradles his testicles forms a closed pocket when they dangle by his legs, as if collecting his musk for later use. I'm smiling like an idiot -- planting my face under Konah's balls and grinning ear to ear as if I were asked out on a date by a crush. My detour down below didn't stop the torrent of precum that's now flowing onto my muzzle. I swish my tongue around my face to clean it off, then get back to work on Konah. I place his balls inside of my mouth, letting the pre-ejaculate drip down my throat off of his massive testicles. I swirl my tongue around each nut while swallowing more of his fluids. I can tell Konah is trying to keep it together, but he's not doing well. He's wagging his tail. His dick is twitching. He moans when my tongue glides around his balls in an unexpected way.

*I need more of him inside me. I need more...*

His penis glistens in the light. The sway of his hips gently wags the shaft back and forth. I'm not even in control any more. I see myself release his testicles from my jaws, strands of spit breaking off at a distance, and in one smooth motion replace it with his dick inside of my mouth. Konah gasps -- his balls clench. The gasp transitions smoothly into a moan as I wash his shaft. I could swear I'm making more saliva now too. Enough at least to lubricate my throat for him. Swallowing his pre and sucking his dick aren't enough. I inhale as hard as I can. I bob my head back and forth, tongue slipping up and down Konah's length in tandem. It's not enough at all. I open wide, making no part of my jaws an obstacle to him. His eyes widen. Then, I work his shaft into my mouth, further and further, until his glans hits the back of my oral cavity. I take a deep breath. I close my eyes. And swallow.

The head goes past my tongue and into my throat.

I swallow again. Another inch enters my body. My need for Konah to enter me clouds out all other thoughts in my head.

I swallow again. A pulse shoots from my brain, down my spine, through my thighs, and into my dick. I have to stop stroking myself for fear of cumming too early. I can't let this pleasure go to waste.

I swallow again, and my muzzle butts against Konah's belly. I've taken him down to the hilt. Finally opening my eyes I look up at him, still as wide eyed as when I closed them. I want to stay like this forever, letting his penis rest inside my throat. Sadly while he did eliminate my gag reflex, he didn't eliminate my need to breathe. His fat cock is blocking my wind pipe and I can only hold my breath so long. So I pull it out, take a deep breath, and go in again. Konah's eyes roll to the back of his head as I swab my throat with his dick over and over and over. The salty, manly tastes of Konah's penis and precum mix with my own saliva until the flavors homogenize. "You are following my instructions well. Your healing should be swift." Konah says.

He's right. My headache is completely gone. I'm guzzling cups of his pre without any discomfort from swallowing. My strength has returned to my body. He taps my muzzle. "You may release me. You are dangerously close to bringing me to climax. I'll need that for the final step." he says. I open my mouth as he requested, allowing him to loose his soaked genitals from my wet maw. I'm a bit puzzled by his statement though. "Hey Konah, why is there another step? I feel totally better now. No headache, no fever. What's left?" I ask. He's already selecting more ingredients off of his shelves. His erection hasn't gone away, and the potion is still making him produce a disturbing amount of precum -- just getting it all over the floor now. "This disease is invasive, and will fight for its survival. It will recur if left to its own devices. You require one final treatment to complete the cure. As you are no longer at risk of falling unconscious, please lay on the bed behind you, if you would, and leave your legs planted on the floor." he answers. I look behind me. Despite how much better I felt, the bed still sang its siren call to me, so I required little convincing. I spread out on the downy sheets, keeping my legs hanging over the side of the mattress just like he asked. Getting to finally relax on soft bedding without feeling like shit is almost as pleasurable as Konah's treatments.

I look to the side. He's brewing his final potion. I swear he has to be showing his ass to me on purpose. He could brew that from any other angle. He drops a final ingredient in the pot, and the reaction produces a flash of light that could outshine the sun. I cover my eyes with my arm, though not in time to keep my eyes from a mild sting. I reopen them to Konah strolling in my direction, a vial of white liquid in his hand. He stands, looking down at me, his cock perfectly in line with my body. It could just be the lighting, but I think I can see a smirk spreading across his face. He drinks the strange potion. Magical energy radiates from his body for a brief moment -- his dick twitches in response.

"The last medicine must be administered anally -- with my semen. Please take some deep breaths before we begin. The potion I gave you at the start also lubricates and strengthens your rectum, but it is helpful if you are relaxed." he requests. I find it difficult to relax with such severe arousal, but I try to take some deep breaths anyway. More than anything I just want him inside me again. I lift my legs and reach downwards to spread my buttcheeks for him. He nods, understanding my willingness to continue, and takes hold of my ankles. I pull myself forward with my legs anchored to his arms, pressing my anus directly against Konah's tip. He chuckles. "Allow me." he says, brushing away my arms from my butt. Instead, he lowers his grip down to my thighs and angles them apart, spreading my cheeks without my involvement. I just get to watch him have his way with me.

He thrusts. The lubrication from my ass and his precum easily lets him inside. My anus stretches to accommodate his girth. There was no pain, just like he said. It slides right in without any resistance. He stops once half of his length is in me and rubs my belly. "I believe this will not take long. Your natural tightness is impressive." Konah remarks. I blush. Then, he thrusts the rest of the way, his balls slapping against the base of my tail. I gasp. While the penetration is painless, the sensation is like nothing I've felt before. He's a very large man -- without the potion I certainly would have needed to train to handle a shaft of his size. He continues thrusting, each time he hilts me rubbing my prostate on its way forward, shooting jolts of pleasure right into my dick and echoing throughout my body. Konah huffs and pants as he rearranges my guts.

*More... more... MORE!* I scream internally. My penis is painfully hard, not helped by Konah's pounding wiggling it around. I'm leaking precum onto my belly. The jolts grow in intensity until they're too much to bear.

Relief washes over me as the pressure building in my genitals releases. The first few spurts of my cum fly by my face, catching me by surprise. The next few land around my pecs. Konah grunts, thrusting inside me while my orgasm tightens my ass further. My dick's twitching slows down once I've been thoroughly drained onto my whole chest and belly. Konah leans over me, breathing deep over my cum, just like I'd been doing to him. He exhales with a satisfied "ahh", his tongue lolling out of his jaws and dipping into my semen. He licks up more and more, moaning the whole time, quickening the tempo of his thrusts. He works his way up my belly, up my chest, until I'm face to face with him. He doesn't even have to ask this time -- I just open my mouth like I know he wants. His cum-filled maw seals onto mine. The mixed flavors of his spit and my semen would send me over the edge if not for the damned refractory period. But he certainly feels the same thing I do.

Konah stops thrusting balls-deep inside me, simultaneously emitting a powerful, feral groan. Jets of his cum impact my inner walls, over and over, until they're dulled by the growing mass of his semen inside me. The potion must have increased his sperm volume just like all of his other fluids because he doesn't stop. It's been twenty, thirty seconds and Konah's still nutting in me. His cum expands my belly a little more than usual, until it starts spilling out of my asshole while I'm still penetrated.

Konah releases his maw from mine. He stands up straight, already regaining his lost composure. He shakes his head, puts his hands on his hips, and pulls out. A torrent of semen spills out of my ass the moment his glans pops out. I feel empty without Konah's penis in me. My belly is already smaller, though still noticeably inflated as the drip of cum tapers off. My heartbeat slows down as I recover from Konah's treatment. He stays by my side the entire time.

"How do you feel?" Konah asks. I try to sit up, but get pushed back down by the new girth in my abdomen. He chuckles and rubs my belly. "You should rest. It will take time for my seed to fully absorb into your body." he says. I resign myself to my fate and consider his original question.

"I feel... better. Much better. I think better than before I got sick. You really think it isn't gonna come back?"

Konah nods. "That we can hope. Though I am concerned by the aggressive nature of this disease. I suggest you return for a follow up in a week. I hope it won't come to it, but I may have to administer the treatment again."

My eyes drift back down to his penis when he finished his sentence. It's still wet, and shimmering in the orange light. As my erection begins to return there's only one thing on my mind: I need to find a way to get sick again.