Chapter I: Methods of a Medic

He checked to make certain this was the right place. The sign outside the modest looking home confirmed for sure. This was where his mates had told Odland the best medic in all Oxenfurt lived. They seemed to be telling the truth, though… along with their eager answer came smiles and chuckles only they understood. Odland had no clue what they were hinting at. The only thing he cared about now was someone to help with the headache he'd been suffering through the last few days. He was a Redanian guard stationed in Oxenfurt for now. Just a couple years past his eighteenth birthday which his father claimed had made him a man. Odland sometimes didn't feel very prepared though.

Skirmishes, scuffles, and training was rough for him and he just tried to make it through his service day by day. He knew his da' was proud of him for joining the army in one form or another. Odland never wanted to disappoint him. That was why he kept going, even through painful injuries. The most recent of which occurred in The Alchemy inn when he tried to break up a fight. Some drunk smashed a mug over his head. His mate Jonas swiftly beat the aggravator to a pulp as due punishment, however the damage was done. Odland held his head in hand often, massaging his temple to try and make the pain go away. To no avail. This here medic's shop seemed at least one way to attempt to resolve it.

Unsure of whether to knock or just go in, Odland looked awkwardly around himself to see if anyone was watching him. After a few soft taps, he waited in silence. The only sound that came from inside was a loud groan from upstairs. It didn't sound like a man in agony, however. It sounded almost like he was relieved. Curious as to what was going on, Odland decided to let himself in. The door opened with a creak and his loud footsteps no doubt alerted the medic to his entrance.

"Be ready in a minute!" came a female voice. Must be the woman, Odland thought. Shani. He hadn't met her yet, though from the way his boys grinned at the mention of her name, he assumed she was nice. He stood by the door for a moment, waiting for her to come down the steps. Once the steps began squeaking though, he realized it was the fellow coming down. He was older than Odland, maybe around thirty-five, and much bigger. As he approached the door, his towering and broad figure practically made the young guard shrivel up in the corner.

He just smiled and put a hand on Odland's shoulder. "First time?"

The nervous guard nodded his head in silence.

The man chuckled through his thick dark beard. His voice was harsh and gravel like. "Trust me, boy. You'll be back every week with a new 'problem' once you've had your first visit." He shook his head slowly. "She's the best."

Odland timidly smiled. "Well good," he spoke quietly. "Cause I could use someone to help me with a headache. It's… a real problem."

The man laughed once more. "Well don't fret no longer. She's handled plenty of our boys with headaches." He opened the door next to them and turned to walk out.

Once the door closed, Odland felt he could finally breathe once more. His entire time training to become a soldier in the military camps had consisted of men like that. Not that they were awful but their presence alone made him insecure and reserved. Those that were brasher, taller, stronger, and more assertive made him feel small in comparison, both mentally and physically. He wished he would have had the gull to say no to his father's dream for him. To be a performer instead. But he was craven in that endeavor as well.

"Come up!" Shani called from upstairs. Pulling himself away from his thoughts, Odland shook his head slightly. This only made the headache worse. He put his fingers against the temple and massaged it. Then, like there were some trap set for him upstairs, he inched his way towards the steps. The creaking of the wood only made his pain worse. Once at the top, he took a quick turn to the right and found himself in a small room. It was furnished and built like most of the places here in Oxenfurt, with deep brown wood and many a cabinet and bookshelf. Yet this here was a medic's place of work. And so it was little surprise that a simple wooden table lay in the middle of the room. It was arched at one end with a white pillow for his head, Odland presumed. "Hey!" said the redhead woman as she came briskly from another room. She startled the guard.

"Oh, hello," he said, smiling awkwardly. She was very pretty, he noted then. Gorgeous even. The type of woman that Odland felt he could never speak to. That would never want to speak with him. She wiped her hands with a red towel and grinned at his evident apprehension.

"I don't think I've met you before," she spoke, tossing the towel on a nearby desk. "This your first time here?"

Shani's eyes shined even without being out in the sun. They mesmerized Odland. "Um, yes," he said. He put his hand back to his forehead. "I have got a… quite nasty pain in my head." She grinned even wider like she was amused.

"Actually or just an excuse?"

"What?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"If you actually have a headache I can find something to help it, or at least try. If you just came here for another reason, then that's okay too."

Odland stared at the redhead beauty like she spoke the tongue of the elves.

"Right…" she realized, nodding. "I'll be right back. Go ahead and lay down there." Just like that, she returned to that other room and left Odland wondering what the hell he was missing. His mates, the older guard, even the medic. It was like all were in on some jest or devious little secret. The table had a thin crimson blanket draped over it. He was able to get it on it easily enough since he came without his armor. Just wearing some dark blue padding and simple trousers. He was surprised with how comfortable the position really was. His head just slightly raised on the soft satin pillow. His feet barely touched the end of the table. He waited a moment and rubbed his temple. Damned fool, he told himself.

"Alright," Shani said as she briskly strolled back in. She was carrying a tiny bowl and phial. She walked around the table to Odland's left where a shelf was. Peering up to her now, the guard noticed her petite and supple form more. Her slender neck. "How bad is the headache?"

"Oh, quite bad," he spoke. "I got into a bit of a scuffle at The Alchemy inn one night on patrol. Some drunk smashed a mug over my noggin. The pain's been there since. It's like a throbbing feeling. Comes and go's. But mostly it stays."

"I see," she said, looking down at his eyes. "I think I know what'll help. First, drink this." She took the cap off the small phial and handed it to him. Inside was a small dose of some liquid unknown to Odland. Placing his trust in the hands of this sweet medic, he took the thing with just his thumb and two fingers and drank it. It didn't taste anywhere near as good as ale or wine and left a bitter note on his tongue. He prayed that it did the job. He eagerly accepted a small drink of water from Shani. "That should do the trick mostly. As long as the damage isn't too severe. There are some cases where men who get their head hurt in fights have pain for the rest of their lives. But usually that's with a weapon like a hammer."

"Thank you, miss," Odland spoke. "I'll try to be more careful."

"No thanks needed. I'm a medic. Helping you boys is what I do." She gripped the little bowl and dipped two fingers inside. Across his forehead she smeared some pasty substance that was cool to the skin. "This might help as well, though the medicine should do the trick." She walked away and returned a moment later with a warm, damp rag. Draping it above his eyes, the guard experienced some relief almost instantly. He closed them to hide the discomfort the sunlight through the window gave. The light had bothered him ever since the inn incident. He was lulled here. Perhaps this was what his mates were rattling on about when they talked Shani up as the best. She was a sweet, pretty, and quite skilled girl. Odland felt he was in good hands here. He felt safe.

"I have just one more thing to help you," came the medic's voice. "This should provide some quicker and… even better relief." His father had sometimes questioned why Odland liked to spend time with girls more than boys. Writing poetry together by the sparkling river. Because they were gentler, he would say. They don't make jests at my expense. They may not have been the dames that the other lads chased after. They were flawed and shy, like him. Shani's kindness brought him back to those blissful days. He didn't even quite notice the sensation of her unbuttoning his trousers then. The slight shuffle of his clothes could have just been him absentmindedly adjusting himself.

Oh, father. If only I had the courage. Not the courage to be a soldier. But to not be. To stand up to you and the dreams you placed upon me. If only I—

The sensation of a hand grabbing his flaccid penis could not be pinned on anything but Shani. Odland opened his eyes, which were moistened from the damp towel. Through a somewhat hazy lens, he could see the outline of the medic's red hair over his groin. Her arm was over his body slightly. As the view cleared, he could not believe what it had to offer. The redhaired woman looked back at him with deep green irises. Her fingers gently massaged the guard's soft member. She peeled back the foreskin and revealed his little pink tip. Odland felt his heart jolt. He was as embarrassed of himself as he was shocked by her actions. She only grinned at him. One without judgement.

"Just lay still and get comfortable," she said lightly. "Let me do my thing."

"I…" he muttered. He was unable to find words. He could only watch as the woman stroked the few inches of him with her digits. It did feel good. And he could feel himself slowly beginning to harden. Bit by bit, his unimpressive manhood grew in size with her movements. As he was about to speak, to tell her something stupid no doubt, she turned her head down and took him into her mouth.

Odland dug his head deep into the pillow. Her warm and wet mouth sent his virgin body into a state of frenzy. He had never been with a woman before. Never even the small, silly stuff that all his mates got up to as they grew up. This was new. Her tongue curled itself around his tip. It twitched as it rapidly increased in size. He watched silently, mouth agape, as her sweet lips dragged up and down his penis. They were as soft as the satin pillow he lay his head on. Tingles of sensual pleasure found their way through Odland's body like they never had before. His hand could never have reached such places.

It only took a moment for his flaccid cock to fully erect. It stood at a solid six inches, more than enough for the medic to work with. She had no qualms about size in this place. Her lips simply accommodated men as they grew bigger in her mouth or if they were already well endowed. Once Odland had reached his full potential, that was when the treatment truly began. He could not help himself from moaning as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip. She trailed the muscle along the ridges where she knew from experience that it elicited plenty of groans. And her present patient was no different. Each lick send a course of bliss through him. After a couple flicks against the slit at his head, she pulled her lips off him temporarily. His cock popped out of her mouth with a fine sheen of saliva.

"Does this help any?"

"With what?" Odland asked, looking upon this goddess.

She chuckled. "The headache?"

"Oh, right," he laughed. "I can barely feel that it's there when you… do that with your tongue." Her hand stroked his erection with twists as she waited to put him in again. He could barely keep his mind straight. Shani's grip and movements were tactful. His swollen pink tip throbbed from these pleasures it had never gotten. Arousal leaked from his body and onto her already slick fingers.

"Good," she spoke. "This method typically works the best, I've found." Odland's heart beat faster as he watched her return her lips to his shaft. They planted a series of kisses against his glans. Each one brought a shiver through his body. Finally, the medic licked his penis from the base all the way up to the tip. She gave a final kiss over the top. Her lips were well coated with his arousal as it came from his slit. Odland sunk once again into this little heaven as she plunged herself back down his hot erection.

With no effort at all, Shani took almost the entirety of his length down her throat. Odland groaned as loud as the man who was here before him. Her gullet was tighter than any sword's sheath. The few inches of his cock that went deep enough were treated to a symphony of delight. Her warm, wet throat stroked him as she bobbed her head up and down. The little room was filled with the wet sounds of Shani's oral treatment. He wanted to watch her. To gaze upon this beauty as she sucked him. But the carnal haze he found himself drawn into took all his attention. "Gods, this is good," he whispered.

Her tonsils massaged his furious tip each time it passed in and out, trying to coax him into climaxing. Her left hand rested on his pair of balls, gently caressing them in her grasp. They would no doubt be unleashing their contents soon enough, Odland knew. Shani could discern this as well. The familiar taste of precum found its way onto her tongue and tastebuds. She took this as initiative to increase her speed and techniques. She brought her lips back and forth across his erection almost sloppily. A plentiful amount of her saliva leaked down the sides of his base and over his sack. As she began to hum around him, Odland could feel his member sing with pleasure alongside her.

He could also feel his balls seizing up. The end of the path was approaching. He winced at the sensation of his orgasm building up inside him. It had never felt this good before. Never even close when using his hand. His virgin body nearly couldn't take the sheer amount of sexual bliss it was being offered. The young guard worried he may faint. He glanced back at her as she was finishing him.

Her green eyes latched onto his something fierce. The determination within them brought him over the edge quicker than he would've liked. Shani lowered her satin lips all the way down to his base. His scruffy pubic hair pressed against her cheek. She tilted her head at an angle so she could face him as he came inside her mouth. So he could watch as she drank down his load. It was quite hard to miss. Odland let out a loud moan with glee as the first burst of his seed came forth from his churning balls. Shani's eyes widened as she felt a stream of his hot cum enter the back of her mouth. The guard watched as his cock pulsed a second time, and then a third. Each pump brought a wave of bliss over Odland, his nerves on fire. Shani enjoyed hearing his boyish moans and unsuppressed sounds of pleasure. She savored the taste of the little of his cum that managed to stay in her mouth. Most of his pent-up load came forth eagerly into the medic's well-trained throat. Her silky gullet made easy work of him. Having done this many times before, Shani had no trouble in taking him. She simply hummed around his orgasming penis and let his seed go down to her belly. Her fingers rubbed his testes to make sure she got every last bit. Her eyes never left his during this explosion.

Even when his pulsations began to slow and Shani dragged her lips back up to his tip, she looked at him with deep intent. Odland was mesmerized. Entranced and entangled with the medic. Some foolish part of him thought he may be in love. Shani coaxed the last drops of his orgasm out of him with her tongue. The raw sensitivity of his post climax erection was incredible. She gently squeezed his balls before letting go. And with a quite audible and proud pop, she took her lips off him for today. His slowly softening cock was clean and spotless as a newly forged blade. Odland looked back at her face once more. The determined and almost fearsome stare the medic gave him whilst she pleasured him had melted away. Now only the sweet and endearing redhaired girl remained.

His headache had dissipated almost entirely. Whether this was the medicine's doing or the newfound methods of this medic, Odland wasn't entirely sure.

"All better?" she grinned.

After such an experience, the guard felt he almost needed a moment to recover. "Definitely. I… I feel ten-fold better."

"Good," she whispered. With that, Shani stood back up above him before leaning over his face. Odland sighed softly as she kissed his cheek.

He was a fool. And he was in love.

"If the headache comes back, may I return?" he nervously asked as she cleaned her hands with the red towel. He stood up from the table. "I promise I won't otherwise." He had half a mind to see if she'd ever want to go have a drink with him, but he decided he'd rather not push things too fast. After what she just did for him… he didn't want to annoy her and lose his chance.

"My shop is open all days of the week," she said, cocking her neck to one side. "You're free to come by whenever anyailmentcomes over you. As long as you bring your pay."

Odland's smile faded slightly. "Oh, right," he spoke. As if she wasn't a woman who needed food on the table and a roof over her head. As if she had just done that for free. He reached into the pocket of his trousers and pulled out a fistful of crowns. He looked at them in his cupped hand like they robbed him of something. "Where should I put them?" he asked.

"I'll take them, thanks," Shani spoke, walking over to him and extending out her arm. Odland dropped the crowns into the palm she stroked him with just minutes before. He watched silently as she strolled over to the other side of the room and opened a circular jar. As she dropped the coins in, the sound of his gold rustling against a pile of gold struck his ears. A fool, he thought.

She's the best.

"Thank you once again, miss," Odland whimpered. He turned around and headed for the tight stairway. Shani went to the other room to wash the rag. The headache may have left him for now but a new pain found its way into his body. One for which there were even less remedies. As he descended the creaky steps, he could hear the muttering of men down below. He stopped his movements as he recognized them as fellow Oxenfurt town guards. They stared at him like he was a witless boy.

"Next!" called the medic.

Note from Author:

This is the first chapter of a new series I have planned following the many different characters of the witcher world (as well as some OCs) in particularly… steamy situations. If you have enjoyed this story and would like to see more of the same genre, you can check out my profile page for the full list. I have a Geralt and Triss story that is pretty far along as well as a few set in Game of Thrones and Red Dead Redemption 2. Either way, thanks for reading!