Show her the stone.

"You are not alone Ceinwyn." Somehow she is in your arms, her warm breasts pressed against your bare chest and your strong arms wrapped protectively around her slender back and shoulders. Despite the fact that she is completely naked and you are dressed only in your loose homespun pants her grief and doubt dampen the otherwise erotic conditions.

"You are not alone!" You repeat again "You may be the last of the Druids, but others fight the same war." Her sobs ease as you speak, and in an effort to boost her spirits even more you pull the shining stone from its pouch at your waist. "Look at this! I was given this by our village wise man when the fate of our village became clear." The smooth rock looked no different than any other specked pebble picked from a riverbank, but you knew that it had the power to end this nightmare if you could only unlock its secrets.

"This is why I was planning to go to the druid valley. If we can figure out what this is it can help bring balance to our struggle." The fervor of your words inspired Ceinwyn as much as the dull looking stone in your palm. She raised her eyes to meet yours and you could detect a hint of a smile forming at the corner of her full lips. A damp lock of her auburn hair falls across her face and tenderly you tuck it behind her ear. The atmosphere is suddenly charged – Ceinwyn’s naked body held possessively in your arms burns against your skin, the soft hairs on your chest tickle against the hard tips of her breasts and her lips part slightly as she gasps in surprise.

Both of you become acutely aware of your erection that presses aggressively against the wool of your leggings looking for release from the uncomfortable confinement. Your lips find hers teasing them so softly that it felt almost like the brush of a feather.

“Hans.” Her words are hesitant, and you kiss her again slightly for firmly enjoying the flutter of her mouth against yours. “Hans please, wait…” A third kiss parts her trembling lips and allows your tongue to taste the sweetness of her mouth. You can feel Ceinwyn’s need, it is as strong as your own. Her arms wrap around your neck and the her eyes close in response to your caresses. You’ve had more than your share of women back home, as the strongest lad of the crew many of the young maidens found excuses to be alone with you. Ceinwyn’s response was exhilarating and you wanted more; it could certainly be a reaction to seeing flashes of Tri’lanna’s body for the past few days, or the stress of the recent horrors but your need for this pretty redhead was overwhelming.

Cupping her round breast in your hand you squeezed the soft flesh firmly and kissed her again, this time with more confidence. Suddenly Ceinwyn stiffened in your arms.

“Stop! Please stop, Hans!” It takes a moment for you to realize that the druid is now pulling away from you, her actions are wild, almost panicked. Immediately you release her and she steps away from you swiftly lifting her robes to cover her delicious looking curves.

“I’m sorry Ceinwyn.” You stammer.

“It’s not you Hans.” Her voice is calmer now. “You didn’t see what they did to my sisters. They were staked to the ground, their clothes in shreds…” You can imagine the scene, not unlike the goblin’s treatment of Tri’lanna only a thousand times worse, Ceinwyn’s reaction was understandable. Ceinwyn’s eyes dropped in shame and she lowered her gown again exposing herself to you once again.

“I’m sorry, it’s just new to me and I …” She paused “Can we try again?”

"Wait!" You stop in sudden awareness "You mean you've never done this?"

The pretty druid smiles shyly and bites her lip before nodding slowly. "But it's OK, if you want to... just be slow and gentle."