Inquiries [Forgotten Realms]

“What do you mean by help?” You ask as you fill the second water jug you have. Now that something actually gave you hope of getting out of this alive, you are loath to return to the village without having a cure; If someone else is infected with this ‘madness’ illness that Nathraena describes, by you.

Jungle Concept by AlisonChinArt

      **“I think you know what I mean. There was a self-
      interested reason for her performing oral sex with you.”**

Unable to hide the full resonating judgement in your voice, “That is how your clerics refresh themselves? With orgies?”

      Again another giggle, **“Oh dear no, that is just how
      Nathraena… well it’s her choice… or rather skill, per se.
      I want my followers to procreate, of course, but that is
      outside my domains.”**

Sighing you reluctantly realize that the idea of doing anything sexual with Nathraena is far more attractive to you than it was a short while ago, or than it should be. Yet, the idea of fighting it now seemed silly as well. You actually do care for Nathraena, by their goddess’s word she apparently almost sacrificed herself, for Djarrus and you.

The Minotaur looks at you quizzically as you kneel down next to Nathraena. You remove your cloak from her as you divest your own clothing.

You are unsure how this is supposed to work but you poor some of the mystical healing water into Nathraena’s mouth. She swallows instinctively but remains comatose. From experience you know the water is healing whatever physically ails her and restoring her stamina.

Gently pressing your lips against Nathraena’s you slide your hand over her generous bosom. Almost immediately her eyes snap open in surprise. Her eyes focus on you and then she opens her mouth and smiles warmly.

“I didn’t know you cared this much Daeel.” Nathraena whispers between kisses. She also reverses your roles as she pushes you to the side and back before mounting you.

Of course, the baby maker is hard as granite and ready to go but at the moment Nathraena just lets her hands run over your chest and continue kissing you with reciprocating burgeoning interest and passion in the other.

You look up along the floor and see Djarrus is transfixed with watching the two of you again. His own pole more than excited. However, this time you can tell by the look on his face he thinks this is a bad idea. The direction of a goddess, seems a tad bit more trustworthy than either of you guessing how safe you are.