Free Beyond the Hell Cliffs by Case C. Capehart

sky on the fringes of a cloud and her hair was a gloss black.  She was probably half a foot taller than him, but her form was delicate and lithe.    Her face was smooth and angular with thin eyebrows and lips that were slightly darker blue than her skin.  She looked down at him and he saw that her eyes were completely black. 
    Her eyes might have terrified him had he not been so turned on by her presence.  She looked him over in an instant and then bowed deeply.
    “Prince Raegith,” she said in a seductively raspy voice.  “My name is Onyx.  If you don’t mind, I’d like to take a look at you, to see if I can perhaps end a bit of your pain.”
    “You already have,” Raegith mumbled.
    “Did you say something?” she asked, bending closer.
    “You already have my permission,” Raegith replied.  “At any time, that is.  If you are my healer, then I am at your command.”
    “Oh, of course,” Onyx said.  “I’ll need to wash your feet first.  Please lay back.”
    Raegith lay back against his cot and let Onyx work on his feet.  He looked down to watch in amazement as she washed his feet and cleaned his wounds without so much as moving a facial muscle.  Placing one hand in a bucket of water, she cupped out some water, which immediately formed into a sphere and floated through the air to splash upon his toes. 
    The water then swarmed over his feet like a group of bees, swirling and scrubbing away dirt and blood, which clumped and fell to the ground until his feet were clean.  Even the blisters and lesions were closed and simply a bit red.  Other than a tingle, the pain and soreness were gone from them.
    “I assume the rest of you is much less afflicted than your feet?” Onyx asked.  When he nodded she reached down and pulled him up to a sitting position.  Her hands were cool to the touch and delicate like porcelain.  “I’ll do the rest of you now.  Stand up, please.”
    “Are you going to do that same trick with the rest of me?” Raegith asked, suddenly aware of how hard he was straining against his shorts at that moment.  “Maybe you could do that without undressing me?”
    “There is no need to be bashful with me, my lord.  I am Faeir,” Onyx said, yanking the tunic over his head and then squatting down to remove his pants.  “I have worked in several Saban hospitals, on all kinds of wounds from all of the races and there is nothing that would sur…”
    Onyx yanked his pants down and jerked her head back just in time to miss getting smacked in the face. 
    “Shit!” Raegith said and turned around quickly as Onyx jumped to her feet.
    “Tides , my prince, are you alright?” Onyx asked, not knowing what else to say at that moment.
    “What is going on in there?” Hemmil asked, yanking the flap open and stepping in.
    “Paladin!” Onyx exclaimed, more out of surprise than agitation, and turned to place herself between him and Raegith.  “I am tending to this man’s wounds and you will not interrupt me.”
    “I heard shouting… from both of you…” Hemmil stammered, not used to being ordered by a woman.
    “The boy’s wounds are more severe than I expected,” Onyx lied.  “Replace yourself at the entrance and let me finish my work here.”
    Hemmil grumbled, but turned and exited the tent.  Once he was gone, Onyx turned around to see Raegith sitting on his cot with his tunic over his lap.  He was more anxious than he was embarrassed, but did not know how to deal with either emotion.
    “I apologize for my reaction, my lord,” Onyx finally said.  “That was a natural response to stimuli and I am a female, so it makes sense your body might respond when your mind is unaware…”
    “ Yeah, exactly!” Raegith said, cutting her off.  “It’s completely natural!  Nothing weird about a 16-year-old getting excited about being touched by a beautiful girl and then… nearly slapping her across the face with that excitement!  You’re not going to tell anyone about this,