The opulent chambers of the Ice Wolf tribe's stronghold shimmered under the ethereal glow of enchanted crystals. Setsuna, her glacial blue eyes now burning with a different kind of heat, traced the contours of her own arm, the lingering phantom touch of Keyaru's magic still a tantalizing echo. Her heart, once a frozen wasteland, now pulsed with a fierce, possessive love that was as breathtaking as a blizzard and as warm as a hearth fire. She remembered the pain, the betrayal, the utter despair that had defined her existence before Keyaru, the hero of Kaifuku Jutsushi No Yarinaoshi, had resurrected her soul. Now, she yearned for more, for a bond that transcended even the loyalty she offered her tribe, a bond forged in the crucible of shared experience and a hunger for pleasure that he alone had awakened.

Across the room, Norn Clatalissa Jioral, her normally stoic demeanor softened by an unspoken longing, watched Setsuna with an intensity that mirrored the simmering passion within her. She too, had been a victim of this cruel world, her position and family a gilded cage. But Keyaru's touch, his power of "Heal", had not only healed her wounds but had also unraveled the carefully constructed walls around her heart. She craved the forbidden, the intoxicating freedom that came with surrendering to desires she had long suppressed. The whispers of "Kaifuku Jutsushi No Yarinaoshi" were not just about revenge for Keyaru; for her, they were about reclaiming her own agency, about finding ecstasy in vulnerability, and about a devotion that knew no bounds.

Kureha Crylet, ever the devoted warrior and protector, stood guard by the ornate window, her silver hair catching the moonlight. Yet, her gaze was not on the distant horizon, but on the subtle shifts in the atmosphere, the unspoken currents of desire flowing between Setsuna and Norn. She had witnessed Keyaru's transformation, his righteous fury, and his profound compassion. Her own journey with him, intertwined with the narrative of Redo Of Healer, had been one of discovery, of shedding her old skin and embracing a bolder, more passionate self. The thought of Keyaru, her beloved healer, sharing intimate moments with these two formidable women sent a tremor of anticipation through her. She was ready to offer herself, her body, her very soul, in service to his desires, to the grand tapestry of "Kaifuku Jutsushi No Yarinaoshi" that they were all a part of.

A delicate sigh escaped Setsuna's lips, the sound drawing Norn's attention. Their eyes met, and in that silent exchange, a pact was formed. The air thickened, charged with unspoken promises and the intoxicating scent of their shared yearning. Setsuna rose, her movements fluid and graceful, like a predator on the prowl. She approached Norn, her hand reaching out, her fingers brushing against Norn's cheek. Norn leaned into the touch, her breath hitching. The icy exterior of the Ice Wolf princess began to melt, revealing the passionate woman beneath. "Setsuna," Norn whispered, her voice husky with emotion. "The night is long, and our desires are deep."

Setsuna's lips curved into a slow, seductive smile. "Indeed, Norn. And I believe our healer, Keyaru, would find much to… appreciate in our shared devotion." Her gaze flickered towards Kureha, who nodded imperceptibly, her warrior's stance softening into one of eager anticipation. The shared purpose, the unspoken understanding, bound them together. They were not merely allies; they were women united by a profound love and a desire to please the one who had brought them so much joy, so much release. This was their "Kaifuku Jutsushi No Yarinaoshi", their chance to offer their deepest selves.

Setsuna's hand slid from Norn's cheek, tracing a path down her throat, then to the intricate fastenings of her robes. Norn's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as the fabric parted. The coolness of the chamber did nothing to quell the heat that flared between them. Setsuna's touch was a revelation, a gentle but insistent exploration that spoke of intimate knowledge and boundless desire. She found the soft skin of Norn's shoulder, her lips following the line of her collarbone, imbuing each kiss with a possessiveness that was both tender and demanding. Norn shivered, her hands rising to grasp Setsuna's arms, her nails digging in slightly, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure she was experiencing. This intimate dance, fueled by the very essence of "Kaifuku Jutsushi No Yarinaoshi", was far more potent than any magic.

Kureha watched, her own arousal stirring at the sight. She recognized the intensity in Setsuna's gaze, the raw vulnerability in Norn's responses. She understood the unspoken language of passion that Keyaru had awakened in all of them. With a soft rustle of her armor, Kureha moved closer, her presence a silent offering. Setsuna met her gaze, a shared smile passing between them. Kureha understood. This night, their passions would intertwine, a symphony of devotion for their beloved Keyaru, a living embodiment of the "Kaifuku Jutsushi No Yarinaoshi" legend.

Setsuna's lips found Norn's, a slow, deepening kiss that spoke volumes of their pent-up desire. Tongues intertwined, exploring, teasing, a prelude to the deeper intimacy they craved. Norn's hands unfastened Setsuna's own attire, her fingers trembling with urgency. The reveal was breathtaking – the moonlit skin, the taut curves, the subtle scars that spoke of past battles and future triumphs. Kureha knelt beside them, her gaze alight with adoration and a primal hunger. She gently cupped Norn's breast, her thumb tracing the hardening peak. Norn gasped, her head tilting back, her eyes finding Setsuna's again, a question in their depths. Setsuna nodded, a silent encouragement. This was their shared destiny, their ultimate act of love in the world of Redo Of Healer.

With a sigh of surrender, Norn guided Setsuna's lips lower, to the sensitive curve of her breast. Setsuna obliged, her tongue teasing, her mouth a gentle vortex of sensation. Norn moaned, her body arching into the touch. Kureha, sensing Norn's rising pleasure, mirrored Setsuna's actions on the other side, her touch firm yet exquisitely gentle. Norn found herself caught between two powerful women, each offering a unique brand of bliss. The whispers of "Kaifuku Jutsushi No Yarinaoshi" echoed in her mind, not as a reminder of past suffering, but as a celebration of present ecstasy, a testament to the power of healing and the boundless capacity for love and lust. Setsuna pulled back, her eyes locking with Norn's, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Now, my dear Norn," she purred, her voice a silken caress, "it is time for you to experience the full extent of our devotion."

Setsuna guided Norn's hand, her touch firm and reassuring, towards her own inner thighs. Norn's fingers, hesitant at first, then emboldened by the shared intimacy and the burning heat between them, began their exploration. The soft, yielding flesh was a revelation, and as Norn's touch grew bolder, Setsuna gasped, her body tensing with pleasure. Kureha, ever the watchful guardian, moved to cradle Setsuna's head, her fingers gently stroking the icy-blonde hair, offering a different kind of solace and desire. Setsuna's breath came in ragged gasps, her focus entirely on the exquisite sensations Norn was eliciting. This was not merely lust; it was a deep, abiding connection, a shared expression of the "Kaifuku Jutsushi No Yarinaoshi" ethos, where healing extended to the deepest, most carnal desires.

Norn, encouraged by Setsuna's response, deepened her touch, her fingers finding the tender core of Setsuna's pleasure. Setsuna arched against her, her nails digging into Norn's shoulders, a low growl rumbling in her chest. The room filled with the sounds of their shared ecstasy – soft moans, gasping breaths, the rhythmic friction of skin against skin. Kureha, her own arousal reaching a fever pitch, joined their dance, her lips finding Setsuna's throat, her kisses igniting a new wave of pleasure. Setsuna found herself caught in a maelstrom of sensation, two lovers tending to her needs, their devotion a tangible force that bound them all together. The narrative of Redo Of Healer, once a tale of revenge, had transformed into a testament to enduring love and uninhibited passion.

As Setsuna neared her climax, she pulled back slightly, her blue eyes shining with unshed tears of pure bliss. She looked at Norn, her voice thick with emotion. "Norn… you are magnificent." Then, her gaze shifted to Kureha, her smile radiant. "And you, Kureha… your devotion is… everything." She let her body go, a wave of intense pleasure washing over her, her cries echoing through the chambers. Norn and Kureha held her, their bodies pressed against hers, sharing in her release, their love for her amplifying their own satisfaction. This was the ultimate expression of "Kaifuku Jutsushi No Yarinaoshi" – not just about Keyaru's power, but about the profound emotional and physical bonds it fostered, about the reclamation of self through shared intimacy and unwavering devotion.

After their shared release, a comfortable silence settled over them. The air was still thick with the aftermath of their passion, the scent of their mingled exertions a sweet perfume. Setsuna lay nestled between Norn and Kureha, their bodies intertwined, a tableau of contentment. Norn gently stroked Setsuna's hair, her touch soft and adoring. Kureha, her arm draped possessively around Setsuna's waist, nuzzled her neck, whispering words of love and admiration. "You were exquisite, Setsuna," Kureha murmured, her voice laced with genuine affection. "A true queen of the night."

Setsuna turned her head, her icy blue eyes meeting Norn's warm gaze. "And you, Norn," she said, her voice still a little shaky from the intensity of their experience, "you have a touch that could melt even the most frozen heart. I… I never knew such pleasure was possible." A blush bloomed on Norn's cheeks, a rare sight that Setsuna cherished. "It is the power of our shared connection, Setsuna," Norn replied softly. "A connection forged in the trials we have faced, and strengthened by the love we now share. This is what Keyaru truly gifted us, beyond mere healing. He gave us the courage to embrace our deepest desires, the freedom to love and be loved without reservation. This is the true meaning of 'Kaifuku Jutsushi No Yarinaoshi'."

Kureha tightened her embrace, pulling them both closer. "He showed us that even in a world of pain, true healing can lead to the most profound joy. And tonight, we have shared that joy, not just with each other, but as a testament to him, to our collective journey from the anime series Redo Of Healer, to this moment of perfect, uninhibited bliss." Setsuna leaned her head against Norn's shoulder, feeling the steady beat of her heart. She looked up at Kureha, a sense of profound peace settling over her. They had found their solace, their pleasure, and their unwavering devotion not just in Keyaru, but in each other. The "Kaifuku Jutsushi No Yarinaoshi" tag on this adult anime fan site perfectly encapsulated this transformation, this journey from despair to an ecstasy that was as boundless as their love.