Matron and Druid

You have a firm grip on your axe as you peer through space left open by the door. With your body tensed, you expected either an empty room or an ambush, but nothing prepared you for this.

Close to the center of the room, Ceinwyn is bent over a varnished pine table, having her breasts fondled underneath her shirt and her pussy teased under her dress by, of all people, Lady Morianara. Tri'lanna's mother is enjoying teasing the druid and she wears that same look Kiraea had on her face when she was looking at you - looking at prey - but it is clear that your friend is not enjoying the attention.

You feel your jaw drop, as you watch the young druid weakly resist her advances, and your penis harden to the point of bursting right through your breeches. Above the silence of the study, you can hear little whimpers coming from Ceinwyn.

"N-no...please." The young girl whispers, squirming against Lady Morianara's fingers.

"Shut up, girl." The Elf mummurs fiercely, pressing her attack all the harder, "I will have my fun with you, whether you like it or not."

The Eleven matron thrusts her first two fingers underneath Ceinwyn's robe and you can barely hear the anguished cry Ceinwyn makes as she is pleasured against her will.

"What is it?" Comes a voice behind you.

It is Tri'lanna, standing close to you, waiting for you to fully enter the study. "What's happening?"

The elfmaid is standing on her tiptoes, trying futilely to look over your broad shoulders. This makes her press uncomfortably close, and you can feel her breasts squishing against your back as she continues attempting to glance over you. She doesn't seem to even notice she's doing it, and you wonder if Tri'lanna ever stops trying to seduce you, even when she's not trying to.
Another gasp draws your attention back to the darkened study and away from your libido.

But not for long. Ceinwyn throws her head back, her mouth agape in a soundless cry, and her back arches. Her fingers grip the edge of the table and her whole body shakes in rapture. As she watches the druid run raggedly through the throes of her orgasm, Lady Morianara's predatory smile grows ever larger, working her fingers even deeper though the folds of her clothes.

Feeling what the matron is doing, Ceinwyn's eyes squeeze shut and she shakes her head wildly in denial. Her breaths are coming in gasps now, and the druid no longer has the energy to speak up or fight back.

Lady Morianara's attention is wholly placed on Ceinwyn, so she wouldn't notice you approaching if you choose to do so.