A man

Druuna didn’t how long she had been asleep when she finally re-entered a conscious state, though the lack of darkness meant that the sun was still up.
It was only after a few seconds that Druuna realized that she was no longer alone.

Sitting beside the stream only a few feet away from her was a man, muscular-looking and grey-haired although he didn’t appear much older than thirty or thirty-five.

Seeing that the man was dressed in an leather jacket with plenty of studs and the zipper undone, a pair of sandals, an olive-drab t-shirt and a maroon loincloth, Druuna realized that the last garment mentioned was pulled aside to reveal the man’s erect penis.

Apart from his clothes, the man was equipped with a bandolier strapped from his right shoulder down across his abdomen, a backpack slung over one shoulder, a satchel flapping against the right one of his exposed buttocks and a water-skin forming itself after the line of his left one, and a magazine-fed carbine which he held with the butt against the ground and the fingers of his right closed around the barrel.
Druuna found herself thinking that the man’s member looked long and hard before shaking her head to try and chase that thought away.

“Who are you?” Druuna cried out, realizing only in retrospect that she hadn’t spoken to the man’s face as much as to his penis. It was something which startled her, she found the man attractive for sure, but couldn’t help but feel that she should be more hostile to his presence, or at least finding his presence next to her more suspicious.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been here for an hour without either touching you or stealing your possessions.” The man said, doing nothing to cover his erection and not even flinching as he eyed Druuna’s nude, wet body.

“What, you’ve been watching me for an hour?” Druuna asked, partly creeped out by his action but more angry at herself for not waking earlier.

“Not you directly, I spent the first fifty-five minutes or so keeping lookout from the treeline over there,” the man hoisted his thumb at the woods behind him, “this isn’t exactly a nice neighbourhood to take a nap in.”

“I know,” Druuna agreed, “I’ve felt watched ever since I got here.”

“Things that dwell in the wood,” the man replied, “I’m Dundee, by the way.”

“Druuna,” Druuna gave Dundee her name, “do you mind if I put something on?”

“Of course I do, but I’m not going to stop you.” Dundee smirked, and rose to his feet, with Druuna watching his erect cock jut as he moved.

He was certainly good-looking, Druuna thought, and he hadn’t hurt her despite having the opportunity to do so served to him on a silver platter.

“Where you headed?” Dundee watched Druuna move out of the water and towards her clothes and gear.
“Greenport, and you?” Druuna replied.
“Nowhere special,” was Dundee’s cryptic reply, “Greenport sounds just fine.”