You're Happy To Help

While you're grateful for the advice Nineflowers has given you, it's her final offer that has your attention at the moment. You inquire as to just what sort of help she has in mind, reaching up to where she's touching your chest and carefully brushing your fingers against her wrist, then sliding them up the length of her arm, bit by bit. Her skin is softer than yours, probably thanks, in part, to the oils you now know she uses. She doesn't retract from your touch, instead stepping closer still, allowing her hand to drift down your torso, over your flat stomach. She explains that not all of the ingredients she uses in her potions, poultices, teas, and tinctures come from plants. Some are only produced by certain animals. Humans, for instance. You move your hands to her hips, allowing your hands to explore her curves through the clothing. One ingredient, she explains further, can only be extracted from healthy young men such as yourself.

Naturally, you're more than willing to let her harvest this valuable ingredient. That familiar smirk crosses her lips once more as she promises to make it worth your while. She brings her hands up to your shoulders, leans in, and kisses your cheek, before pushing you back against a nearby tree. The sudden shove causes your own hands to fall away from her body, leaving you to watch in mild surprise as she lowers herself before you. Not wanting to dirty her outfit by kneeling on the ground, she elects to spread her legs and bend at the knees, her hands trailing down your torso once more until they reach your erect cock, which is now just inches away from her face. Nineflowers smiles up at you as one hand's fingers wrap around your cock, a soft, confident touch unlike any you've felt before. Her second hand moves lower still, to gently squeeze your testicles. She gives a pleased hum and tells you that after this harvest, she'll be well-supplied for quite some time. You can only grit your teeth, groan, and wordlessly ask for her to keep going. She complies, gently massaging your stiff cock and full balls at a slow, pleasant pace. She explains that prolonged stimulation can result in a fuller, more potent load, though at this point you wonder if she's simply enjoying herself and the control she's able to exercise over you from her position. Her hand leaves your cock briefly to dig in one of her pockets, before returning with a bit of pleasant-smelling oil. The extra lubrication makes her motions feel even better, especially once she begins to move in long, full strokes, accompanied by subtle twists, precise squeezes, and little flourishes when she moves over your most sensitive spots. It's clear that Nineflowers is quite experienced when it comes to this part of her craft, and you're more than happy to be the benefactor of her skill and technique. None of the erotic fantasies you've had about Nineflowers went quite like this, her fully clothed and in control with you naked, backed against a tree, and shivering in pleasure, but you certainly aren't complaining. Your hips begin to buck of their own volition, and you weave a hand into her full, thick hair, grunting in pleasure as your body nears its release.

She compliments your body's honesty, and encourages you to hold out just a little longer. You tense and fight your instincts as best you can, devoting all your willpower to lasting for just a few more moments. All the while, she tells you what a fine young man you are, and how much she appreciates you helping her out like this. The feel of her hands soon becomes to much, and your hand in her hair tightens into a fist as you grunt out a warning. Her hand on your testicles gives a final squeeze before leaving, reappearing a moment later at the head of your cock with a small glass bottle, a valauble item in its own right. Only once she's in position to properly collect your seed does she encourage you to let go, and you comply instantly, your cock pulsing and twitching in her hand and releasing jet after jet of cum into the bottle. Her hand on your cock keeps your aim steady while continuing to give little rippling squeezes with her fingers, ensuring that every drop is properly coaxed out of your rapidly-emptying balls and into the bottle. You can only pant helplessly and ride the orgasm, your body heavy with pleasure. It's the longest, most complete orgasm of your life, and its fruits are soon contained entirely within Nineflowers' little bottle. She caps it and swirls the thick, milky fluid around a bit, admiring the volume and evaluating the consistency.

"Very impressive, Seeker." She compliments you one last time, and rises once more before you, your hand finally falling away from her. She gives you another kiss on the cheek, and stashes away her treasure in one those many pockets. "Still warm," She chuckles, before taking a moment to straighten her outfit and brush her hair back into place. She offers you a canteen of water and a bit of hardbread in a cloth sack, as if she hadn't rewarded you enough already. You thank her profusely, but she gives a pretty laugh and tells her that if you want to thank her properly, you'll have to find her again in the future. Once you're feeling well enough to travel again, you're treated to a final kiss, this one a quick peck against your lips, before she turns away, heading towards the village you've left behind. You give her a heartfelt farewell, before considering your own path.

Her earlier suggestions are all on the table, of course. Stingfly territory if you're hoping to test yourself against a rival tribe, the old ruins in the Northwest, theoretically uninhabited, though you suspect something has taken up residence there. Or South of the river, to parts unknown... It's not a decision you need to make today, of course. You can go to bed tonight entirely satisfied with the day's events. Countless possibilities are still laid out before you, you only need to walk them...