I Need a Hero - Part III
Jearmin Week Day 3 Smut (Don’t read if you’re underage plz)
Summary: Jean’s band of adventurers come across royal bodyguards of a kidnapped princess. Seeing an opportunity to line his pockets and finally live the easy life, Jean and his friends get more than they bargained for when they discover their kingdom’s most well-guarded secret: they don’t have a princess but a meek prince.
Warning: Explicit!!!
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“Armin, my boy, you know there are other ways to extract one’s essence, correct?” Armin’s grandfather inquired while he dipped a quill into an inkwell. “Blood and sputum for example. Even one’s urine can-”
“Yes, grandfather,” Armin interrupted, his eyes facing the ground. Embarrassment burned his cheeks red.
“Say ‘Ah’ and stick out your tongue,” Armin’s grandpa requested, his wrinkled hand holding a quill and paper. Armin childishly shook his head. If it were just his grandpa in the room that’d be one thing, but the entire royal court’s wizards and doctors? Humiliation barely began to describe what Armin felt. “Grandson, there’s no reason to be ashamed. You saved that boy’s life… even if what you did was a bit unorthodox. I just need to know what you did.”
“Really?” Armin weakly spoke, finally meeting his grandfather’s gaze. To his relief he saw no judgement in his eyes.
“Really. And in the process you discovered something marvelous, which is why all these wise men and women are here. We simply wish to understand how you harnessed the goddess’ power,” Armin’s grandpa smiled.
Taking a deep breath, Armin opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. On its surface a symbol appeared tattooed to it: a pair of wings emblazoned on a shield.
The doors to the infirmary slammed open, causing Armin to almost bite his tongue. Through them marched a knight clad in an almost pearlescent armor. Trailing the knight was a tiny blonde girl, Princess Historia. The knight removed her helmet, revealing a freckled female face with the biggest grin.
“Armin, did you actually do it? Did you really suck a cursed dick?” Ymir asked loudly before breaking out into a fit of laughter.
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In the days following his return to kingdom of Eldia, Armin found only restlessness and trepidation. His grandfather and the king’s personal doctor worked around the clock to try and save Jean, whose pained screams echoed around the castle’s stony walls. Armin dared to pass by his grandfather’s study when he knew no guards would be around. The two old men were either over Jean taking notes, over a cauldron taking notes, or pouring over books while taking notes. While having a patient with Maria’s curse was a rarity that had to be documented, it left Armin on edge.
His worst fears were confirmed when both caretakers fell ill.
“Bloody miasma,” Armin’s grandpa cursed, breaking down into a fit of coughs afterwards.
Armin rubbed a damp cloth against his grandfather’s sweaty forehead. “How long until you’re better?”
The old man sighed and took a deep breath. “No idea, my boy. Perhaps a few hours without exposure will flush the noxious gas out of my system. Poor Dr. Jaeger. He’ll need more time.”
A chill ran down Armin’s spine at that news.
“But what of Jean? Will he be alright without your attention for so long?”
“Mayhaps. He’s a strong one but without proper treatment he’ll succumb eventually,” Armin’s grandfather admitted. He shifted onto his side, his eyes fluttering shut. “I’ll attend to him… as soon as I feel better…”
On cue, another scream of agony echoed down the halls. Armin frowned, no longer able to sit idly by. He set the rag down and carefully tiptoed down the corridor. Much to his relief no one guarded the door. Perhaps the fear of death kept the guards away. Armin slipped in before anyone could catch him.
Lying on a wooden table with only a blanket over his naked body was Jean. All four limbs were strapped to the legs of the table. Whether due to the near-naked appearance or the look of anguish on Jean’s face, Armin averted his gaze and surveyed the room for his only real hint of what to do. Lying on the ground next to the cauldron Armin found his grandfather’s personal notebook. He retrieved it and opened it to the last page.
“…with Grisha’s analysis I postulate that a combination of containing the necromantic rot around the wound, a flame potion to sear the infected tissue, and perhaps a sealing spell can limit the damage and save the lad’s life. Such a sealing spell would be of the highest order and likely require the boy’s essence. Obtaining such an ingredient would be dangerous to say the least and will require the utmost cauti-”
Armin flipped through some of the previous pages to understand what his grandfather meant but they only provided a little context to the nature of the wound. He frowned, contemplating what he’d need to do in order to save Jean’s life.
Grabbing a spare cauldron from the corner of the room, Armin got to work preparing the potions he knew how to make. First he dug into his grandfather’s closet to remove the appropriate herbs and animal parts to create a lesser version of the flames Eren could conjure on a whim. Strong enough to sear skin but enough not burn a body to ash.
Next he searched for a certain book in his grandfather’s personal library. Necromancy was one of the few schools of magic forbidden to general practitioners but being the royal court mage gave Armin’s grandfather access to special tomes. Tomes that Armin eagerly read when his grandfather was away from the castle.
“Rather than contain the rot, let’s try amplifying and reversing the damage,” Armin muttered as he scoured the book for a passage he vaguely remembered. It took longer than he wished but ultimately he found a spell that was meant for more than just reanimating the dead, it was meant to regrow rotted flesh. Carefully researching the ingredients and the runes, Armin thanked Ymir that he had all he needed.
Within a few moments, Armin created the experimental potion. He left the bubbling purple liquid into in the cauldron.
For the final part he searched through his grandfather’s library until he found a high level book on sealing. Armin flipped through the pages until he found what he considered the strongest sealing spell he could find. Everything seemed normal until he reached the ingredients portion of the spell.
“Human Essence: trace energy of life. Obtained from a living creature by extracting either liquid or flesh from the body. The strongest source of essence is that which gives life…” Armin read aloud, his face flushing at the last sentence. He took a deep breath, glancing back at Jean. The hero grunted, writhing from pain.
Swallowing the lump forming in his throat, Armin steeled his resolve. If Jean was willing to get eaten by an undead dragon in order to save his life, this was the very least Armin could do in order to return the favor. “Good thing I prepared extra potions.”
Armin walked to the door, locking the latch so he wouldn’t be interrupted. He grabbed an empty vial from the shelf, sparing a moment to grab one filled with a clear liquid. He set both items down on a table by the cauldron. Taking one last look at Jean, he inhaled deeply. “I must apologize but I’m doing this to save your life… and returning a favor.”
He pulled the blanket off with a mighty yank. Armin’s face flushed at the naked sight below. His eyes focused on the muscles at first, tracing Jean’s toned chest. Sure he knew that adventurers had to fit due to their lifestyle but seeing it in person left Armin’s legs feeling a little weak. His wandering gaze eventually settled on the happy trail right above Jean’s navel. He followed it all the way down and…
“Wow,” Armin mumbled, biting the inside of his cheek. The only dicks he ever saw were either in books or quick glimpses in the showers with Eren and the other boys at court. Not that Armin ever admitted to the occasional stray glance. Having one in full view without anyone to catch him left him a bit awed and excited. Ignoring his body’s natural responses, Armin ran a hand down Jean’s torso.
He closed his eyes, absorbing the details his eyes caught earlier. Despite a light sheen of sweat, Jean felt cool under his touch. Armin’s hand slid further south, passing over the happy trail before nervously settling on his dick. Even soft, Jean appeared bigger than most of the boys he saw.
Armin gave an experimental pump, half expecting the unconscious boy to respond. To his dismay no such reaction happened. He tried a few more times but nothing occurred besides a growing problem in Armin’s pants.
Using his other hand, Armin tried massaging Jean’s balls. Still, nothing happened.
“Damn it,” Armin cursed. He bit his lip as he contemplated next steps. His gaze turned to the vial with the clear liquid. “I’m sorry, Jean.”
Armin twisted the cap off the vial and poured a generous amount into his hand. He crawled onto the table by Jean’s side. Licking his lips, Armin placed his hands between Jean’s toned legs. He shut his eyes as he pushed his hands between Jean’s cheeks. After a few seconds he found Jean’s entrance. Slowly he made motions with his lubricated hand around Jean’s hole. Occasionally he slipped a finger inside Jean, coating what he could with the viscous liquid. After withdrawing his hand to pour the rest of the vial into his hand, he inserted a second finger into Jean.
Jean groaned at the sudden intrusion, not waking from his magical slumber.
Armin froze, all the color draining from his face. When he realized Jean wasn’t moving he continued to scissor his fingers inside him. He continued for a few moments until his arm started to get sore. “I promise this will feel good. I know from experience.”
Repositioning himself over Jean, Armin rubbed his hands together to get both slick. He slipped his two fingers back inside Jean, experiencing no resistance this time. While one hand probed deeper, the other wrapped around Jean’s dick. He pumped with one hand while the other explored Jean. Suddenly Jean bucked, scaring Armin into stopping.
“Found it,” Armin smiled.
Armin resumed the rhythmic motions, pumping as he pressed the spot that elicited a reaction. Jean moaned loudly, a much lewder sound than the pained screams from before. Armin’s face flushed red as his blood traveled to the tent in his pants. The fact Jean couldn’t see him like this made him feel so much better… though the thought of being caught only made him harder.
Jean’s cock slowly hardened under Armin’s touch. By the time Jean reached full mast, Armin’s muscles were sore. Still, the sight made Armin proud. He made this happen, though he needed to finish it off.
Frowning at the next idea, Armin quickly shook the fearful thoughts from his mind. He had to do this. For Jean.
He lowered his head towards Jean’s dick. Shallow breaths escaped him, barely cooling the heat emanating from Jean. With a tentative lick, Armin tasted the tip and some of Jean’s pre. Where he expected bitterness, he only found a tasteless warmth.
“Interesting,” Armin commented before going down on Jean.
He wrapped his lips around Jean’s cock, testing how far he could take. By the time Jean’s dick reach the back of his mouth, Armin realized he wasn’t even all the down on the hero. This would have to do though. He began bobbing his head up and down while his other hand pressed back into the hero. It took him a little before he regained his earlier rhythm.
Jean bucked into Armin’s mouth, almost gagging the boy but Armin withstood the urge. Moans escaped the unconscious hero. They grew louder and more frequent causing Armin’s lips to curl into a smile. Or at least as much of a smile as he could muster with Jean’s cock in his mouth.
When he felt Jean stiffen underneath him, Armin almost swallowed from surprise the sudden burst of cum in his mouth. There was the bitter taste he expected. Jean let out the loudest moan yet, unloading a week’s worth of pent up stress into Armin’s mouth.
Armin withdrew his hand but kept his lips locked around the dick until he felt it stop spasming. Blindly reaching for the table, Armin pawed around the surface until he found the empty bottle. He brought the bottle under his lips and opened his mouth, letting the cum slowly fill the container. The thought of someone watching this process brought a dark blush to Armin’s face. Once his mouth was empty and the embarrassment passed, Armin set the container down on the table and climbed down from the table.
He walked over to the cabinet to find another empty jar and set it on the ground.
Armin pulled his pants down to free his dick, taking a seat next to the empty jar. He rubbed a slick hand around his needy cock. The front of his pants already had a wet spot that he didn’t want to explain to anyone but he didn’t have the time to worry about that. The very act of blowing Jean already left him on edge.
“Fuck,” Armin muttered, feeling a coil forming in his belly. A few strokes from his hand, coated in a mixture of lubricant and Jean’s cum gave Armin the much needed stimulation. He grabbed the jar and brought it in front of his dick. His body stiffened from the pleasure, releasing a few white ropes into the glass.
An intense euphoria left Armin breathing heavily, leaning against the bookshelf. It wasn’t until his tongue started tingling that his senses returned to him. He quickly pushed himself up, struggling to not fall from his wobbly legs. Pulling his pants up he stumbled to the cauldron and poured the contents of the cauldron into the jar of his cum. He swirled the dark purple mixture for a few seconds before the burning in his mouth almost reached a painful peak. Throwing caution to the wind he chugged the potion.
Armin fell to his knees, gagging on the mixture. His taste buds barely registered the disgusting taste, instead focusing on the burning feeling going down his throat. He couldn’t let this pain cripple him. With an intense focus, Armin forced himself to reach the table and grabbed the container of Jean’s cum. He crawled back to the cauldron and poured the remainder into that jar. While he swirled that, the pain in his body faded. Now euphoria buzzed around his head.
Rising to his feet, Armin walked over to Jean. He hovered over the hero’s injured arm and poured the potion onto the wounds. The purple liquid bubbled and burned, causing Jean to howl out once more.
“Stay strong, just a little more,” Armin encouraged the unconscious hero. He rubbed the liquid into the wounds and ignored the burning sensation on his hands. Next, Armin lifted Jean’s head and poured the remainder of the liquid into Jean’s mouth. Doing his best to make sure the hero didn’t choke, he patiently waited for Jean to swallow the contents of the jar. Once he was done with that, Armin returned to the cauldron and stuck his hands in here. He washed his hands in the liquid and made sure to rub some on his dick. “There, sanitized.”
Armin smiled, proud of his work. He glanced back at Jean’s arm and already noticed the wounds closing. Content with that sign, he walked to the door and unlocked. Just as he opened the door, the euphoria in his head faded. A heavy weight hit his mind and everything went black. The last words he heard as fainted were the sounds of rushing footsteps.
When he came to, he found himself in front of his grandpa and the other educators of the castle in the infirmary.
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“Y-Y-Yes…” Armin admitted, humiliation returning to his mind. “I wanted to use the most powerful sealing spell… and it said the strongest essence came from the one that gave life.”
A few hushed whispers around the room left Armin stewing in his embarrassment, and the howls of laughter from Ymir did little to temper that reaction.
“Ymir, stop it! He saved the guy who rescued him,” Historia elbowed the knight.
“I know… I know… It’s just- that’s hysterical. Oh my goodness, that’s the best thing I’ve heard in ages,” Ymir wiped tears from her eyes.
“Armin, my boy. What that tome referenced was blood. Blood is what gives life,” Armin’s grandpa rubbed his beard, further sending Armin into denial. “Though I must admit the properties of… semen aren’t well known. And now we have further cause for research.”
“But, Lord Arlert,” One of the wizards spoke. “He openly admitted to using a necromantic potion as well. Isn’t that a cause for alarm?”
More hushed voices echoed around the room, most sounding of disapproval.
“Quiet. One thing at a time,” Armin’s grandpa shook his head. “While frowned upon, using the fallen goddess’ own magic against itself was intuitive and probably what allowed for this miraculous event to take place. None of us would’ve thought of that.”
“For good reason-”
“I said hush. We’ll cross that bridge later,” Armin’s grandpa raised a wrinkled finger, silencing the room.
“What’s going on, grandpa?” Armin wondered, still unsure why so many people came to see him as he awoke.
“Well, it’s hard to say but Jean’s been awake for some time now. You’ve been asleep for almost a week. And it seems whatever ritual you performed has… what’s a good way to put this? You’ve unlocked a new unknown power within him. I suspect the same can be said of yourself since you ingested cursed semen.”
Armin shuddered at that phrasing. “Please don’t use those words.”
“But Armin, my boy-”
“Just… what do you mean by power?”
Armin’s grandpa scratched his head before shrugging. “I can’t quite say. Jean is stronger than ever, successfully dueling our strongest knights into submission in mere moves. As for yourself… well.”
The old man as well as the other wizards in the room looked upwards, causing Armin to glance in that direction. His eyes widened when he saw a hole in the stone ceiling, extending through several floors. “Wh-what happened?!”
“You, my boy. You seem to have inherited some new power and I suspect that seal on your tongue has something to do with it. For now we’ll let you rest as you’ve filled in the blanks. Please, just rest and recover.”
Armin nodded at those words, feeling a sudden tiredness wash over his body. Ymir and Historia ran to his side while the older men and women left the room.
Once the crowd was outside, one of the wizards closed the door.
“Archmage Arlert, you know the price of necromancy,” one of the wizards stated.
Taking a deep breath, Armin’s grandpa wiped a tear away from his eyes. “I know but let the boy rest. He’ll deal with the consequences in the morning.”
To Be Continued on Jearmin Week Day 4: Hurt/Comfort