Arya and Ethan: Healing

Arya couldn't believe what she was doing. She had never been this intimate with anyone before, let alone with someone who was unconscious. But she couldn't help herself. The heat between them was too strong, and she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

She climbed onto the bed beside him, straddling his hips. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, and it only fueled her desire. She placed her hands on his chest and closed her eyes, letting her magic flow through her.

'It is so wrong to do this. But what choice do I have?' she thought.

She placed her hands on his chest and closed her eyes, connecting her Yin with one of the self-healing runes. She felt the magic flowing through her body and into Ethan's. The wounds on his chest began to close, and his breathing became more steady.

Arya felt a sense of relief wash over her, knowing that her plan worked. She looked at his face and saw the traces of pain that still lingered there. She moved closer to him, pressing her lips softly against his.

A deep thought whispered to her questioningly, 'What the hell are you doing with Arya?' But the magnetic force between them was too strong.

The heat between them intensified, and she could feel her body responding to his. Her hands roam over his chest, exploring every inch of him. His skin was warm to the touch, and she could feel his muscles tensing beneath her fingertips. She moved her hands lower, tracing the curves of his abdomen with her fingertips.

Arya felt a deep sense of connection to him, and the intensity of her emotions was overwhelming. She was lost in this moment, and nothing else mattered. All that existed was the two of them, and it was both beautiful and terrifying.

Arya wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body against his. As she held him close, she felt his Yang mana flowing through her body and a warmth spread through her like wildfire. Her whole body was warming up rapidly as she connected with Ethan's energy.

Waves of pleasure were rolling over her as she continued this slow dance of healing for what seemed like an eternity. She felt her wet pussy contract as she came, moaning deeply. She struggled to breathe as the spasms came in waves of pleasure so intense that they made her feel faint.

His Yang and her Yin exploded outward and inward at the same time. She felt a rush of energy as the healing runes on her skin activated completely, seeming to glow in bright orange hues. Her body was trembling as she moved against him; and his own body responded to her touch with pleasure. Everywhere Arya touched Ethan, his wounds seemed to disappear.

The magical symbols tattooed on her skin faded away as the spell took its toll on her body, making her feel weaker and weaker. However, she was pleased to watch the wounds on him disappearing, one by one. When all of his injuries had vanished, Arya lay there exhausted. Her naked body was glistening with sweat.

It was satisfying knowing that she could heal a man with self-healing runes. She was tired but she had saved him. She rested her head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

Arya rolled over onto his chest, leaning on her elbows. She brushed a stray lock of hair from his face and looked at him. His face was soft and calm. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at him. His features were so handsome, so masculine.

"Who are you?" she whispered.

She got off the bed and began to put her kimono back on. She looked back at him one last time before she left the room and locked the door.

Either way, he was dangerous and she had no idea what to do with him.

Arya stumbled to her room, feeling lightheaded. She thought about the situation at hand and how she could possibly take advantage of it. 'Somehow I have to get Ethan to work for me. Only he can draw Yang runes on my body, unless I decide to go all the way to the Lodge.'

The idea of going to the Lodge made her stomach turn and sweat break out on the back of her neck. No, she had to find another way. But first, she had to figure out what kind of person Ethan was and if he could be trusted.

She walked into her room and collapsed onto her bed. The wind had been knocked out of her. She looked at her kimono, ruined with bloodstains. She sighed.

"I am done for the day," she whispered to herself.

Arya slipped into the soft sheets of her bed and rested her head on a pillow. She was exhausted but she couldn't fall asleep. Her mind ran with thoughts of Ethan and how she could possibly get him to help her. And she couldn't deny her attraction to him.

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POV: Ethan

Ethan's eyes fluttered open, and as his senses gradually returned, he realized something was amiss. He found himself lying on a bed, completely naked, with no sign of his clothes anywhere in the room. Confusion and a sense of vulnerability washed over him as he assessed his situation.

The room was dimly lit, and aside from the bare bed, there were no furnishings or personal belongings. Ethan's mind raced, trying to piece together what had happened and who was responsible for his current state. He knew that a witch or wizard had healed him, but he couldn't shake off his mistrust.

As Ethan contemplated his confinement and the circumstances surrounding his healing, conflicting thoughts and emotions swirled within him. The realization that he had taken innocent lives in the past weighed heavily on his conscience, further deepening his self-doubt.

"Why haven't they just killed me?" Ethan muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and bitterness. "I've caused so much pain and destruction. It would be a fitting end."

He considered the possibility that the person responsible for his healing was someone hired by Robb, his nemesis and a prominent figure within the Lodge. The thought crossed his mind that perhaps he was too valuable to be killed outright.

"Maybe they see me as a pawn in their game," Ethan mused, his thoughts wandering through the intricate web of power and manipulation. "Killing me might cause too much trouble for Robb and the Lodge. Perhaps they intend to use me, to extract some kind of twisted punishment before ending my life."

The idea of being punished and healed, only to be punished again, sent a chill down Ethan's spine. It seemed like the kind of torment that his adversaries would relish, prolonging his suffering as they toyed with his fate.

Amidst his contemplation, a mix of anger and frustration welled up within him. He had been a weapon, a tool, but he yearned for redemption. The possibility of a second chance, even if it meant enduring further punishment, ignited a faint glimmer of hope.

"I won't let them break me," Ethan whispered, his voice resolute. "If they think they can control me, they're mistaken. I'll find a way to turn the tables, to use their own game against them."

With a mix of frustration and determination, Ethan rose from the bed, clutching the thin bedding around his waist to preserve some semblance of modesty. He surveyed the room, hoping to find a clue or a way out.

As he approached the door, he discovered it was locked from the outside. His suspicions heightened, and he realized he was effectively trapped in the unfamiliar space. He banged on the door, demanding answers, but there was no response.