A Personal Check-Up

I awoke from a deep, refreshing sleep. My thoughts, blurry at first, settled, and I recognized my surroundings. I was in a modest bedroom. No. No, not a bedroom. A rest and recovery room. A place where warriors, badly wounded in combat, were sent after a healing mage had tended to their injuries. A room devoted to restoring full health and strength. As I lay in bed, someone knocked on the room's door. The door opened, and in stepped a gorgeous blonde-haired half-elf nurse. Lyralei was in charge of my care. "Good morrow, my sweet. How did you sleep? Any pain?" I told her I'd slept very well, with no pain. "Good," she said. "I need to examine you, sirrah, to see the effects of your healing mage's magicks." Lyralei pulled back the blanket covering me and gasped. My healed body offered Lyralei a sight she didn't expect to see: my fully erect and pulsating manhood. She composed herself, then smiled. “On the basis of what I see, your wounds have healed most nicely." She paused and licked her lips. "However, as your nurse, I must have conclusive proof of your physical health." Lyralei quickly shed her clothes, then looked at me. Lyralei's body was an erotic sight. She had huge breasts topped with stiff brown nipples, a sturdy body, and long, lovely legs. She came to the bed and straddled me, her pussy lips pressing against my throbbing phallus. Lyralei bit her lower lip, then breathed, "I'm ready, my sweet. Shall we?"