Wha the? Waking up with a start, trying to get my barings again, I see a woman sprawled on the ground across my legs. Sitting up I start to run my hands over her somethng is wrong. Pulling my hand away warm and sticky covered in blood. Oh my, umm slowly rolling the woman over I begin thinking of the spells that I know that might help. Searching out the wounds { there are several of them} I begin making bandages out of my tunic. Speaking several words, {hoping that this spell will work} as I begin the slow process of stanching the flow of blood.
After wrapping several of the worst wounds I place a sleep spell on her, {I know that one} hoping that with the use of my spells and natures course of sleep she will heal.
Taking the time now to look at who I have been treating, she is a human female with long flowing red hair in sleep she is quite beautiful, she's dressed as a warrior.
While I am sitting there I begin looking around knowing that soon she will have a fever from her wounds and I need herbs but I don't want to leave her either. Calling with my inner strength, I call to several of the forest creatures.
A deer I send in search of the forest keeper figuring I might need more help, squirels I send out looking for the berries I will need and the birds to find a stream for fresh water.
Removing my skirt I lay it across the sleeping woman for a bit of a blanket hoping it will help when the fever hits her and if not then I plan on doing the next best thing. Thinking,{Two bodies are better for heat then one}.
As your hands entwine themselves around my body, I inhale deeply, finding the scent of you entoxicating. That soft leather, the sharp smell of an adventurer's nigth fire, the smell of sweat and blood from battle, it all ran together, taking my thoughts with it...
I lean into his embrace, kissing him with a passion many years unreleased.
grins and leans in and kisses both of her breasts suckling on her nipples softly. His hand pinching anbd rolling her other nipple between thumb and forefinger.
Feeling the softest kiss on my brow rouses me from my easy sleep. It had been a long night the human female had tossed all night her fever seemed to leave sometime early morning, just after I had climbed under my shirt/makeshift blanket to help keep her warm. Slowly opening my eyes I am looking up in the face of the woman she is pretty and her eyes are telling me thank you. I pull slightly away and smile at her. " You must be feeling better, but please don't move to much." Let me get you something to drink just stay warm. I'll be right back. Shifting out from under the makeshift blanket I stir the coals to life again in the small fire I had made last night. Putting some herbs and water in a bowl I had made from twisting roots together I place it next to the fire not to close so it won't catch as well. {learned that last night as well}
Using my minds energies again I call to the birds above me as several of them land next to me I mind speak with them asking to find eatable berries and again to look for the keeper of the forest. As the water warms I walk back over and look at the human woman asking her, " how do you feel?". Crouching down next to her I begin to look over the bandages I had used to help mend her wounds. Putting out my hand slowly touching her forhead with a feathery touch checking for any signs of fever.
Satisfided with her condition I sit back down and smile over at her, ' I am Katheryn assistant to Elminster the Mage. How did you come to be hurt as you were?
I moan as his fingers and tongue stimulate my nipples. I reach down and pull him upwards so I can look into his eyes. I pull him close and kiss him deeply, the whole time staring into his eyes...
An old lullaby came to mind then, and, though it had never before made sense, now it all fell into place. "Lost, lost, forever gone, it no longer matters what is right or wrong. Fallen to sleep not caring at all, for I am happy with you and that is all..." races through my mind, and the song is soon echoes through the ofrest, carried on the wind by a mind...
smiles at her and caresses her face gently. Pulls his shirt off his well muscled chest, his chest has some battle scars from previous battles that he's survived. His lips meet hers once more, his tongue softly probing her lips questing to enter the warmth of her mouth.
My soft lips part to allow you passage as my hands run across your chest and scars. My light, dancing fingers seem to tingle, healing dead flesh whereever they go. My own tongue rises to meet yours as those fingers... moving of thier own volition, I assure you! continue down across his stomach...
nearly rips the laces out of her breeches and does the same to his, glad he forgot to wear his underclothing today...his thick and throbbing organ springs free from its confinement.
As he lifts me up in his arms, I reach up and brush his hair back from his face. When he lays me down again, I look at him from my vantage point. As he gets closer and closer I get softer and warmer. He reaches dangerous territory and I gasp, not expecting anything to feel so intense...