Lily Oakwood, Elven Adventurer

Lily continued her trek across the Taris woodlands as elegantly and as gracefully as any wood elf of warrior lineage. It had been less than a day since she had reached the outskirts and already it was starting to feel significantly less stifling than Korst. The human settlement of stone and glass was an eyesore in comparison to the beauty of trees and green leaves. Not to mention the smell was much more pleasant, compared to the confusing and nose wrenching scents all around. Taris was always a place she enjoyed passing by in the past. Many a time she had considered setting roots, but her wanderlust often gets the better of her. Such was a life of a wandering adventurer.

She gingerly landed in a small clearing after effortlessly vaulting over several large boughs, large and round tits jiggling beneath an extremely revealing set of leather plated armor, exposing her belly, shoulders, voluptuous thighs and most of everything else of her naturally tan skin. There was little else that felt better than the crunch of nature beneath her feet, the wind in her short blondish hair, the breezy sensation beneath an extremely short skirt which barely covered her fully exposed and shaven snatch. The near complete nakedness was meant for freedom of movement, among other convenient needs. Standing back up from her low crouch, she scanned her surroundings, keeping her hands ready to reach for her bow or a quick blast of magical energy from her palm. Her turquoise blue eyes took note of every single detail. No sign of her query here. Knowing better than to make any unnecessary sound, she pressed on, vaulting up to a low branch and launching herself from tree to tree. Her magically assisted movement allowed for quick and efficient scouting. Having gotten so close over the past few hours, it was only a matter of time.

It was almost frustrating that the uneventful traveling was riling up her libido, as per the usual consequence of being who she was. The distraction of the warm and increasingly slick sensations upon her lower lips was keeping her from focusing, something she had regrettably ignored throughout her time in Korst. Several times she had to stop to try to concentrate better, but the longer she went without doing something about it, the worse the throbbing itch had gotten. Many a time had her insatiable lusty nature had brought about both her downfall and ultimate bliss, both of which she loathed and anticipated in equal unashamed measure. If she was not such a seed thirsty whore, she would have just a little faster in her tracking.

(Author's Note: Old thread, but planning to keep writing. Editted and generally improved for a fun new adventure through Libidine.)