Reincarnated as a Healer : Why are my powers so filthy?

The bed was small, the candlelight low, but nothing about the moment was quiet.

The air crackled with heat, not just from the flickering flames but from the raw, pulsing desire that bound the three bodies together.

Terya kissed Saria again, her tongue slipping past Saria's parted lips, slow and hungry, tasting the warrior's soft moans.

Her fingers trailed down Saria's firm abdomen, tracing the taut muscles, lingering at the curve of her hip.

Saria didn't resist—her eyes half-lidded, smoldering with need, her calloused hands finding Terya's hips, pulling her closer with a silent, burning urgency that made the air shiver.

Leon sat between them, frozen for a heartbeat, his breath shallow, his cock already straining against his trousers.

Then Terya reached back, her fingers curling around his wrist, pulling him into their orbit with a teasing tug.

"Don't just watch," she murmured against Saria's mouth, her voice a velvet purr that sent a jolt straight to Leon's groin.

"You earned this."

Saria turned her head, her dark eyes meeting Leon's with a rare softness, a flicker of vulnerability beneath her warrior's steel.

"Come here," she said, her voice low and inviting, a command wrapped in desire.