The Rod of Healing lay beside Nora in her bed, humming with latent potential. The peasant girl turned miracle healer stared at the relic with a mix of awe and disgust.
The item was both the cause and the source for all her current troubles. Some dullard of a 'hero' had given her the rod long ago, claiming it was useless.
As it turned out that hero had just been unable to attune to the rod. It had been a gradual process, Nora mused as she touched herself. At first she could only heal small scratches, maybe heal a small plant whose branches got broken off. With each healing a small tingling sensation followed. It was pleasant, but made the girl ache for...something, an action she dared not speak of.
Nora was panting, her ample chest heaving, rising and falling as one hand traced the length of the Rod of Healing. Touching it both increased her longing as well as her pleasure in the moment, even if the afterglow only left her wanting more.
Just when Nora thought she was nearing the night's crescendo a voice bellowed from outside as fists beat a discordant rhythm on her front door. "Healer! We need a healer, damnit!" She had just settled down for the night and wanted to take care of her side-effects. It took her all of her energy to stop, put her healer's robe back on and step to the door.
The calls for help continued and the hinges on Nora's front door creaked. "I'm coming, for God's sake!" Nora yelled as she approached. Her breathing was still too fast for comfort, she could feel her damp thighs grind into each other. It made it hard to focus.
A few calming breaths later Nora opened the door, grumbling "This better be serious," only to be met with the miserable sight of a man, his armor broken and mostly destroyed.
If Nora hadn't already been in the throes of arousal the miserable, agonized expression of the warrior and his blood pooling by his feet would have sent her into a frenzy. Now it merely made her cry out in a way she had trained herself to, making her exclamation of impending delight sound like honest concern for this man's well-being.
The man barged, or rather limped, right in without leaving Nora a chance to react and help him. The way he whinced with every step sent tingles of pleasure through Nora's body.
"Easy now, good sir. Lay on my operating table here, yes, good. Let's see now," Nora mused, unable to control her quickened breath as she inspected the warrior's wounds.