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Crisp air teased Nemu's nose and rolled over his bare paws, sending a shiver through the feline's body and mingling with the earthy scent of decaying leaves. The trees on either side of the path were bare, their greenery fallen and swirling in the gentle gusts. It was his favorite time of year when bars trotted out warm cider that seeped into one's bones, and all the festive spiced confections graced every table.

Soon enough, his horse's slow trot reached a roadside inn, its breath steaming as it tossed its head, eager to receive its usual reward. Nemu stepped down from his wagon, the silver accents of his black robe jingling softly. Tossing the horse an apple from one of his many pockets, he flipped a coin to the stable boy that approached, leaving the horse to capable hands and seeking his comfort inside.

Dark and smokey, the front room of the inn resembled most bars, with the sticky air of alcoholic depression and the heady stink of adventurers straight from the road. It was Nemu's favorite atmosphere. It wasn't hard to find someone in need of comfort, and nearly every stop along the way featured someone with rough hands and an eager mouth to occupy his time between jobs.

"What'll it be, sir?" Entering Nemu's view, a rather large man with a boyish face and ears swept back in trademark elvish style smiled at him from across the bar. Sadly, the elf's ears seemed to be rounded, the mark of a former slave, and through his open shirt, beneath a curtain of blonde fuzz, Nemu could see the silvery fingers of scars crisscrossing his muscle. Poor thing. He'd always had a soft spot for me with a checkered past.

"I'll have a spiced cider." Reaching into one of the many pockets in his robe, Nemu brought out a coin, setting it on the counter, then trailing his claws over the bartender's fingers as he reached for it, silver eyes searching the elf's face for the hint of interest he knew would be there. "And perhaps, some of your time once your shift ends?" He asked, two fingers stroking provocatively along the elf's palm.

"Fucking flouncers." A voice grumbled from nearby as a drunken patron slopped beer down his chest, his furs stinking of ichor and poor hygiene. "All academic types are the same. Suckin' cock and infesting the world with your degenerate behavior. Fuck off and head back to the city." The pitiful creature slammed his fist on the table, standing and swaying.

Sighing, Nemu sipped at the warm cup the barkeep set in front of him, turning his gaze on the drunken interloper. It wasn't uncommon to meet violent bigots but to find one while he was in such a good mood? Nemu wasn't in the mood for mercy. "You know, us 'academics' learn interesting facts alongside our magical studies. For example-" Staring at his palm as a golden light swirled into existence, Nemu leaned against the ball. "The average adult can hold their breath for thirty to ninety seconds before suffering any ill effects. Longer with training."

"Of course, it's quite a bit less if you don't take the time to breathe in first." Clenching his fist around the glow, Nemu watched as a barrier appeared around the drunkard's face, stopping him in his tracks. Conforming to his features, it blocked his nose and mouth, sealing itself around his likeness as the man clawed ineffectually at it, chest heaving in confusion.

Watching with disinterest as the panicked drunk fell to his knees, clawing at his face and thrashing wildly, Nemu looked into bloodshot eyes. "Now, with that little tidbit, don't you feel more educated? Dare I say it; you might make a good 'academic,' yet." Tilting the drunkard's face upward with his foot, Nemu flashed his most courteous smile, ignoring the blue tint creeping across the man's face. "I won't ask you to apologize, but-" Reaching out with a claw, he released the spell, giving the illusion of popping a bubble with the sharp tip. "Please remember, the next time you pick a fight with someone over something so trivial, they might not be willing to let you go."

Scrambling from his knees and taking deep breaths, the drunkard stumbled from the bar into the balmy night, with nothing but chill air to mark his passage. Soon after, the unmistakable rattle of a wagon receded into the distance, marking the coward's retreat.

Swiveling back to the bar, Nemu sighed as he brought the now barely warm drink to his lips, taking a deep swig of spiced apple. That little parlor trick drained most of his energy, but he was satisfied with the result. One could never allow hatred to grow; nipping its shoots before it could flower saved a headache.

Blushing, the barkeep returned, his long blonde hair swept back behind his ears and emerald green eyes looking at Nemu with new respect. "My shift ends in five minutes. Will you be staying the night? I could show you to your room." Slightly hunched, he tried to hide his interest, but Nemu recognized the bulge in his leathers. Someone wanted more than idle flirting, and Nemu was willing to oblige.

"Well, I'm not sure." Feigning disinterest, Nemu teased the elf, finishing his cider and slipping off his stool. His robe settled into place around him, the only thing stopping the world from seeing his lack of underclothes. "An older place like this seems quite drafty. I'm not sure if I'll be comfortable." As the elf stepped out from behind the bar, he closed the distance between them, cupping the bartender's bulge and outlining it in his claws. "Unless you'd like to warm my bed?"

The elf sagged against Nemu's grip, putty in his paw, nodding with an overwhelmed, faraway look in his eyes at the feline's seductive touch. "Y-Yes. Please. I know just the room." Blushing brightly, he led the way past the bar and up the stairs, his muscular ass giving Nemu an eyeful on their ascent, straining his leathers. Thankfully for the aroused elf, they reached the room within seconds. From the state of the bed and the clothes neatly folded in a basket by the door, it was clear that this wasn't a room for guests but rather the bartender's own.

"Uh-uh. Calm yourself." Nemu purred as greedy calloused fingers pulled at the front of the elf's trousers, trying to unleash the beast awakening within. "Though you're handsome enough, I would like more than a passing hello before you spill yourself inside me." Taking a seat on the bed, Nemu let the first button of his robe open, revealing the swell of his chest. While he wasn't muscular, nor lithe and skinny, he made up for it in softness. From head to toe, the feline sported jet black, silky fur, and he had just enough fat proportioned to give his lovers an experience they wouldn't forget.

"Oh. Sorry. I'm Haryk." Like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar, Haryk sat, his tented pants at odds with his shy body language. "W-What do you want to know?" Seeming self-conscious, he covered his chest, those silvery scars disappearing beneath the white cloth.

"Hmm." Placing his paw over Haryk's hand, Nemu slowly revealed the convolution snake's nest of scars, popping each button with slow, careful movements. "Perhaps you'd like to tell me about these, then? I don't need to know how you received them, but perhaps you'd like to tell me how they make you feel?"

Shivering as Nemu drew slow circles over his fuzzy chest, then down to his slowly heaving stomach, chiseled despite the scars, the elf tried to speak, his words breathy and bothered. "They're reminders of a time I'd rather forget. Awful feelings, lost loved ones, and the like. If it weren't for the tips I get when I show my chest, I'd cover them at all times." Fists clenching, no doubt with the desire to cover up, even as Nemu's claws teased sensitive flesh and drew soft sounds of approval from him, he looked away.

"And if I could erase them? What then?" Nemu gently pushed at the elf's chest, leading him backward onto the bed. Leaning over him, he trailed his tongue over the scars that marred the elf's pale, muscular physique, wetting the curly treasure trail leading to his manhood. Robes fell away, aided by his free paw, leaving his inky fur bare and showing off soft, puffy nipples and his unawakened, limp manhood.

"I would be forever in your debt." Haryk closed his eyes, something akin to a whimper leaving his lips as his bulging manhood strained against the laces that barely contained it, filling the air with the soft musk of desire. With each lick along his body, his breath grew more strained, and it was clear that he was nearly at his limit. If Nemu didn't release him from his leather prison, he'd spill himself in vain.

"Such a sweet boy. I do not need your eternal loyalty. Allow me to fulfill your wish then I'll let you pour your gratitude into me as often as you like." Rather than unlacing the elf's bulging pants, Nemu opted for something more erotic. Trailing his claw through the laces and cutting them, then gripping the loose leather flaps in his teeth and peeling them back, unleashing the elf's manhood to slap against his scarred stomach.

"Now, sweet Haryk. I'll let you in on a little secret." Rough tongue teasing the base of the elf's thick manhood, Nemu breathed in the scent of his arousal, working his way up the pretty pink shaft until he found the hooded head, tasting its glistening gift. "I am a healer, but not in the traditional sense. I don't channel the power of faith, siphon the abundant energy in nature, or give my life force." Peeling back his foreskin, Nemu flicked his tongue along the underside of the bare head, ears twitching as the elf's breath hitched. "Instead, I channel something far more volatile, and some might say taboo."

Selecting one of the less prominent lines in the mess of scars, Nemu sent tendrils of magic into the damaged flesh, softening its edges, then erasing it altogether. Feeling Haryk's cock jump at the resultant sensation, he purred, rewarding the youthful erection with a slow tongue bath and more of his maw to explore.

"It feels like- Gods, are you a demigod?" Clutching the bed, Haryk panted, eyes drifting closed as more and more of his scars disappeared, feeding himself into the feline's maw with slow thrusts. Heavy twitching heralded his release, and Nemu could feel an upwelling of energy filling him with every dribble of virility, culminating in a heaving spurt.

Coaxing every drop with his tongue, Nemu weathered Haryk's orgasm, massaging churning balls and suckling deeply, his throat welcoming every salty rope. Not a single drop passed his lips, and when the half-hard shaft spilled from its warm home, he trailed his tongue over the head, pressing a gentle kiss to its crown. "Nothing divine in what I do. Simply a lot of practice and a love for the process." Licking his lips, he sat up, his shaft awakened by his activities and leaving a sticky kiss of arousal on the elf's newly healed musculature.

A glance down brought tears to Haryk's eyes and hitched his breath in his throat. Emerald-green eyes watering, he dragged Nemu into a shaking embrace, orgasm forgotten in favor of the joy of being whole again. It wasn't the first time that Nemu brought out this side of a client or lover, and he was uniquely suited to it, letting grateful fingers grip his fur and purring gently, comforting him as best he could.

"That's it. It's alright." Soothing the elf with a paw on the back of his head, Nemu waited until his display of emotion was over, then leaned in, murmuring in one blunted ear. "Let's not celebrate prematurely, hmm?" Kissing prickly cheeks, Nemu broke the elf's embrace, wriggling his rump backward to wreathe the elf's shaft. Reaching to nuzzle it against his experienced hole, he relaxed, allowing the first inch to stretch him and that drooling tip to base his inner walls, easing its entrance.

"Y-Yes." Unable to say much more, Haryk placed calloused hands on Nemu's hips, a look of boyish awe painted across his face as fingers reverently caressed silky softness. "Do I need to, you know, do anything specific?" Still shy, he looked away, his cheeks burning red despite his body's honest pulsing desire.

"Oh, sweet boy, just relax." Purring his words, Nemu wriggled his hips, taking every eager inch until he felt the warm, churning touch of the elf's balls against the underside of his tail. Rolling his hips in a slow rhythm, he milked that deliciously thick shaft, soft cheeks clenching together to draw oversensitive moans from the barkeep's parted lips. Reaching out, he took hold of the elf's rounded ears, massaging their bases as they grew to pointed normalcy.

Encouraging Haryk to sit up with a gentle tug, he wrapped his legs around the elf's muscular waist, paws seeking out the raised lines of his remaining scars. One by one, as the elf gave into his desire, hands squeezing cheeks and bouncing Nemu with growing urgency, the reminders of past wrongs disappeared in the glow of Nemu's power, leaving nothing but soft, pale skin decorated with a healthy forest of curly blonde hair.

Nipping at Haryk's newly restored ears, Nemu draped himself over the rutting elf, clamping down on every hard shove and letting his long tail wrap around one muscular forearm. His cock eagerly painting pale abs with translucent webs of approval, he sighed dreamily, luxuriating in the sweet sensation of friction and fullness. "All fixed up. Nary a scratch to mar this beautiful body." He cooed as that sloppy thrust grew more frantic, barreling past any teasing resistance his clenching hole could give and inadvertently jabbing his prostate.

Accompanied by the familiar bloom of heat deep into Nemu's doughy rear, the elf moaned his gratitude, stilling his hips and panting as though he just ran from a pack of werewolves for hours on end. Strong arms threatened to crush the life from the feline's waist but eased just shy of injury, trapping him in an affectionate embrace.

Nemu soon joined the barkeep in orgasm, painting his freshly healed chest with thinner, less voluminous ropes of seed. Holding his lover for the night's face against his slightly plump chest, he ran his claws through golden, straight hair, feeling the slight chill of sweat glistening on his fur. "I hope you don't plan to sleep much tonight." He whispered in one ear, rasping his tongue over a pointed tip and delighting in the sensitive bounce of his captive, steely member and quickened breath. "Keeping my bed warm will take more than one quick breeding."

Feeling the muscular elf shift beneath him, Nemu chuckled, his view darkening as the blushing elf moved him to the pillows, taking hold of his legs and flopping his reawakened member against the drooling mess he made of the feline's hole. Cockdrunk and incoherent, the elf looked like he only had one thing on his mind, and Nemu was more than happy to oblige. Wrapping himself around the descending form and meeting greedy lips, claws gripping muscular cheeks to urge him into beastly rutting, he lost himself to hedonism and a job well done.