You find another way.

(most of this thread was originally written by GenocideHeart as 'You compromise' )

The idea of having sex with this young, **** woman suddenly becomes less appealing to you. She needed someone to be with, someone to care about her, so badly that she was willing to go this far. This being her first time only makes it worse, and you can't, in good conscience, take her virginity.

But that doesn't mean you're going to scorn her either. You've taken her into your arms, kissed her lips, and touched her body in ways she's never known before. You've built her lust up to the breaking point and you'll be thrice-damned before you ever leave a woman unsatisfied.

Dropping down between her legs, you bury your face in her pussy. You take in the sweet-smelling juices from between her thighs and lap it up eagerly, making sure to touch her in all the sensitive spots.

"Hans?! Wh-what are you doing?....Ahh!" Ceinwyn mumbles in a cute voice, as your lips touch the lips of her slit.

You ignore her weak pleas as you continue your oral ministrations, kissing and teasing her with your tongue. Touching her womanhood, you take her clitoris in your mouth and nibble it gently with your teeth.

Her legs wrap around your head and hold you against her, as she runs her fingers through your hair. She moans in euphoria as you fiercely tongue her pussy and softly bit her clit. With her bucking and twisting above you, you think it is about time to finish her off. You reach up with one hand and pinch her nipples, lightly twisting and turning them. With your other hand, you thrust your index and middle fingers deep into her vagina,

With one of your hands fondling her breasts, the fingers of your other hand stirring her honeypot, and your teeth teasing her clitoris, it isn't long before Ceinwyn explodes in raw pleasure.

"...Oh, Hans....I...!!!"

Ceinwyn cries out as waves of bliss rock her body again and again. Her body arches at a sharp angle and her muscles grow taut, as she rides through the throes of her multiple orgasms. After what seems like an eternity, the pleasure stops and the druid falls back onto the stone, half-passing out and shaking in the afterglow of the moment.

You look down at her and revel in her gorgeous body. You watch as she shivers from the chill breeze and you figure it's about time to get dressed again.

Carrying her in your arms, you wade back to the other side of the shore, where all your clothes lay. As you step out of the water on the far end, Ceinwyn wakes up from her stupor and looks up at you. As your eyes make contact, she blushes crimson and tries to cover her wide smile with her hands. You grin back and set her on her feet, in front of her clothes. Silently, you two pull your clothes back on and begin walking back towards the dull glow of the fire.

It is quiet for a time, but eventually, as you two stroll back to the camp, Ceinwyn says, "Thank you, Hans. For caring."

"Anytime." You reply, glad about the decision you made.

"I think I've figured out what to do about Tri'lanna's glyph." The sudden change of topic surprised you, but curious you ask her to explain.

"The slaver glyph weakens the mind of the recipiant, I can't undo it directly - druidic magic doesn't work that way - but I can give her a boost that will fortify the clarity of her thoughts and strengthen her ability to shake off the goblins spell." Ceinwyn pauses waiting for your response.

"Could it hurt her?" You ask suddenly protective of your unwanted charge.

"I don't think so, but it might take a while before you see any change, or it might never work." You think over her words. Tri'lanna is only a few day's journey from Elohin, the mages in the elven city would be sure to be able to remove the glyph, but Ceinwyn needs all the confidence she can get and if you were Tri'lanna you'd rather return home with a clear mind than a enchanted simpleton.

Still a small doubt worries you. What if the cured Tri'lanna was as haughty and aloof as the other elves you've heard about. Are you willing to risk giving her up?