Why not

"Are you sure?" You ask again when you get back to camp. Tri'lanna is there waiting for the two of you. If she was at all alarmed to find herself alone in the middle of the night the elf gives no indication of it.

Ceinwyn places a finger on her lips thoughtfully. "I think I can. Since the **** mark is meant to weaken her senses, I suppose if I inscribe a druid's mark on top, a symbol to sharpen her senses, the two should cancel out."

“Go ahead then.” You nodded to the druid, “With luck she’ll remember how we took care of her when we get to Elohin.” Once again you wonder if Tri'lanna will still be as charming with her mind restored as you find her now. But the choice seems clear, at worst the Ceinwyn's attempt will have little or no effect, and if possible Tri'lanna must be freed of her magical captivity.

Ceinwyn takes a few minutes to prepare, gathering a few dark-leaved plants and grinding them together with a mortar and pestle, making a thin, black paste. She seems so different now dressed in her robes and discussing topics that you never could hope to understand than the young maiden clutching your thick curly hair as you teased her clit just an hour ago. Getting Tri'lanna to kneel down next to her, Ceinwyn then begins to draw on top of the slaver's mark using her ink. You can hear her chanting, drawing out the energy necessary for the spell, and inscribing a circle to surround the 'teeth' of the tattoo. When the circle is finished, she draws several straight lines, connecting different ends of the circle and intersecting with the pointed tips of each tooth.

Throughout the process the elf maid seems only mildly curious, and when Ceinwyn finishes clearly exhausted by her efforts Tri'lanna kisses her gently on the cheek and then lays back down on the grass bed. The druid collapses on the bed as well, but she moves to the side deliberately leaving space for your large body to squeeze between the two beauties.

You lie on your back between the two confused by your feelings for the very different companions. The elf almost boyish, with her slender build and small breasts was so different from the lush curved beauty of Ceinwyn. The druid was not at all fat, but her breasts were full - each one more than even your large hands could hold and her hips and thighs were nicely rounded. You remember her soft sighs with a sigh of contentment, you did the right thing, but God you were still horny.

Why did she have to be a virgin? You doubted very much if Tri'lanna still had her maidenhead. Old Thomas' stories about the insatiable hunger of elves for sex were never far from your thoughts, and were it not for her odd simpleness you'd have seen just how truthful his stories had been.

What mess, one woman in complete control of her thoughts and actions, yet so traumatized by the brutal destruction of her home that she was too naive and **** to toy with. The other perhaps as experienced and sluttish as the most lurid fairy tail and also beyond you because of the goblin magic that stripped her mind of all but the most childish of thoughts and actions.

Finally with the warmth of both at your sides you drift into a fitful sleep.