A late-night encounter with the druid

The sunlight fades fast in the little valley of the Dragon's Spines as you try to start a campfire, and it is dark by the time you get it lit and roaring. There is little conversation around the fire as you, Tri'lanna, and Ceinwyn share a meal of vegetable broth that you scrounged together from the surrounding buildings. Tri'lanna still seems absentminded and Ceinwyn has a somber look as she mechanically spoons the soup into her mouth, so neither of them seem to be willing to open up. You are left to your own thoughts for the duration of your supper, and after you finish the meal, you wander away from the camp for some fresh air.

You walk around for half an hour trying to think what to do next, turning each event in your mind, looking for alternatives but no options come to mind. Your mind is stifled and frustrated by these fruitless efforts, and the stress makes you suddenly feel uncomfortable in your clothes, like they're cloying and restricting your movements. Acutely feeling all the sweat and dirt from your body, you decide that a bath would do you some good and so you make your way to the nearest body of water.

Following the sounds and smells, you end up at a broad stream, its waters rushing by at a brisk pace. You eagerly getting ready for the dip, tossing your weapons to the ground and tearing off your shirt, hanging it on a low branch. Not wanting to trip on a fallen tree trunk or a stone lying underfoot, your eyes strain to look upon the surface of the water.

As the night clouds part, the moon shines down on the stream and you see a figure standing out there against the reflecting surface. Ceinwyn is there, naked and washing the dirt off her skin.

She hasn't seen you yet, and as surprised as you are to find her here, you think it's an excellent time to get a good look at the girl you're going to be traveling with.

Standing beside a thick, leafy tree, you appraise the young druid. She is quite a petite woman underneath her clothes, and a few things about her exposed body surprise you. When you first saw her, you thought that her hair was brown, but it was just the mud and grime that caked itself on when she was hiding underneath the cottage. Underneath all of that is a set of wavy, ginger-red locks that shine brilliantly under the moon. You also notice that beneath the dirty clothes she was wearing for most of the day, the girl is surprisingly well-endowed. Her breasts aren't the largest you've seen, but they are significantly bigger than Tri'lanna's. Last and most breathtaking though is her skin. Beneath the washed-away dirt is the whitest, fairest skin you have ever laid eyes on, unblemished and as smooth as the surface of the stream she is standing in.

"Moonlight on ivory." You say, thinking aloud.

Ceinwyn starts at the sound and whirls around staring in your general direction, squinting her eyes, trying to penetrate the gloom. Not wanting to scare her, you step out from behind the tree slowly, with your hands up in the air. The young girl doesn't relax at all when she notices that it's you.

"It's just me, Ceinwyn. I'm sorry if I scared you. Is it alright if I bathe here?" You ask cautiously.

The druid is speechless for a moment, just staring at you, naked from the waist up, but then she nods her head slowly, keeping her eyes locked on yours. You stand there at the edge of the stream, waiting for her to cover herself or to exit the water, but when you realize that Ceinwyn is making no move to do either, you shrug your shoulders and enter the river.

You step into the stream bed and savor the cold water rushing past your feet, feeling the smooth gravel shift between your toes. Shivering involuntarily, you strip off the rest of your clothes and move towards the deeper part of the river. You wade up to your waist and quietly start splashing water on your body with your gaze averted away from her, not wanting to appear imposing to the girl.

For a long time, all you hear is the sound of water slapping against your skin and the rushing sounds of the stream. Eventually you risk a glance in her direction, and notice that Ceinwyn has stopped bathing and is just standing there in the water, motionless. Her back is facing you, so you can't see her expression, but you can see that she is trembling.

"Ceinwyn, what's wrong? You're shaking." You say with worry.

"I've been thinking." She answers in a shaky voice. "About what Master Derreth asked me to do."

You wait patiently, as she tries to collect her thoughts and summon the courage to speak up.

"...and I don't think I can do it. I have no idea how to stop Vanarim, or how to use the Shining Stone, or even what to do next." Ceinwyn blurts out, her tone unsteady and full of doubt. "M-my mind is just so blurred, I just can't see anything beyond tomorrow. The burden my master gave is too heavy, it's too much for me."

"Don't say that. It's just because so much has happened that nothing is clear to you." You counter, trying to assuage her fears with reasoning, "If you give it time, I'm sure you'll find the answer."

Ceinwyn spins toward you, her voice slowly growing frantic. "But where am I supposed to look?! Did Master Derreth just expect the answers to just come to me? I keep thinking about my training, about everything I've learned in all the years I've lived here, but there's nothing that I can remember that even helps! All I know for sure is that, if I go against the Great Pretender, he'll kill me!"

"I might have been able to this, if there were other druids to help, but it's just me. Just me! Don't you understand, Hans? I'm all alone!" She says, "I-I just don't know what to do!"

Ceinwyn moves towards you deliberately, her arms modestly covering her breasts, until she is no more than arms-length away. Her eyes are downcast at first, but as she looks up at you, you see that her eyes are moist and that she is on the verge of breaking down.

"Look at me, I'm shaking." She says despairingly, her shoulders quivering in the pale light. "I...I'm-"

Without hesitating a moment longer, you draw her into your arms, pulling her close against your chest. She does nothing to resist and falls into you, wrapping her arms tightly around your body. She clings to you desperately, like she is being pulled in by a vicious storm and you are her only anchor. You slowly stroke her hair, caressing and consoling Ceinwyn as her shudders slowly subside. Eventually, she is just quietly resting in your arms, breathing heavily.

The fact that the both of you are naked and locked in an embrace is not lost on you, or on Ceinwyn for that matter, as you slowly feel her body heating up as she buries her face in your shoulder. You look down at her in your arms, your bronze-tanned skin is a stark contrast to her own snowy color and the difference makes your breath quicken. When she extracts her head from your shoulder and looks into your eyes, you can feel her hot breath against your chest and the painful desire that escapes wordlessly from her lips. Excitement rushes through your blood and you can feel the heat rising up inside you like a hurricane, your need for this young woman is inescapable.

You lead her to the opposite bank and hold her hand in yours, looking for a comfortable place to lay her down. You spot a large, flat stone sitting at a gentle incline to your right and you wade towards it silently. When you reach the rock, you take Ceinwyn by the waist, slowly easing her down to its flat surface. As her back touches the cold stone, she shivers briefly from the contact, but quickly gives you a brave, albeit unsure, smile.

Cupping her chin in your hand, you tilt her head up towards yours. You lock eyes with her and lower yourself, pressing your lips against hers. She moans shyly and your tongues dance together as she invites you further into her mouth. As you continue probing her with your tongue, you work your hands downwards on her body, running your fingers and palms down the nape of her neck, over her breasts, until you finally reach her pussy. Probing her mound, you find that she is already wet with desire. You ease your index and middle finger into her slit and hear her gasp in surprise and pleasure. Ceinwyn squirms beneath you, extremely sensitive to your touch, and she makes little whimpers and cries as you continue to pleasure her. The walls of her flesh contract around your fingers tightly and, pushing a little further inside of her, you feel the slight resistance of her hymen.

You look at Ceinwyn in surprise and see that she is blushing hard, partly covering her face with her hands. "Wait, are you a...?"

She nods her head, trembling in your arms. "I've never lain with a man before. This...this is my first time. I-I'm sorry."

A pang of guilt strikes you in the heart, and you can hear your morals reprimanding you...again. This girl just lost her whole family and all her friends in a single day. She's scared, alone, and very, very ****. Yes, she may willing give herself up to you, but it might only be because she's afraid and lonely. When she eventually recovers from her loss, she may resent you for what you did to her.