Druid Priestess Part 2: The priestess turns from you and wa..

Druid Priestess Part 2: The priestess turns from you and walks away, taking seat on a blanket near the fire. You pause to assess your surroundings. The forest is empty and no village nor home has been seen for days. You feel the seclusion provides enough security to be safe from being caught & you choose to stay. With the sun gone & the moon tucked behind the clouds, ‘tis not as if you could truly journey any further this day and you cannot deny the burning desire to know what she tastes like. How she feels when you are deep inside her. How wild she fucks. What her shrills & screams of pleasure will sound like echoing through the trees. You dismiss the thoughts the moment you begin feeling your trousers tighten around your swelling cock. “Remove your clothes” she says You clasp your hands in front of you to hide how much her words alone are making you grow. “Hand me your cloak first” she says. You do as you are told, removing your cloak slowly as to not reveal the lack of self control coming from your trousers. She takes your cloak & with one hard shake, restores it to pristine condition. Not a speck of dirt in sight, with every hole and tear mended. She repeats this with each of your wares until you are standing before her bare & exposed. The fire giving off enough heat to shield you from the cold night air. “Bathe” she orders & you do as you are told. You retrieve the rag, dip it in the hot water & begin washing at your face. As you work down your neck & chest, the priestess catches your eye & you find yourself locked in her gaze. She slowly begins pulling up her skirts & tracing her fingers up & in between her legs. Never breaking eye contact. You watch in a daze as her fingers lightly trail across her body, disappearing up her skirt. You dip the rag again & ring it out onto your chest, letting the water run down your body. You hear the priestess moan in front of you, but suddenly feel another pair of hands on you. The priestess, now behind you, running her fingers down your spine. You turn to look in front of you where the priestess is also sitting. Her skirts now pulled up to her hips, exposing she wore nothing underneath. The fire illuminating the wetness glistening from her finger tips as she traces them in circles around her clit. “What is this?” You ask weakly, feeling both slightly terrified & extremely aroused. “Just enjoy it” she tells you. A sly grin appearing on her face. You keep your hands still at your sides & your eyes locked on the priestess on the ground as the one from behind you moves to your front, taking the rag from your hand, dipping it & ringing it out down your body once more. You watch the priestess on the ground squeezing her breasts, rocking back & forth with 2 fingers inside herself while the priestess in front of you begins stroking your cock & gently massaging your balls with her extra smooth and slippery hands. You remain standing with your hands at your side, careful not to touch her, but you can no longer hold your stern composure as you begin relax in her hands, and you let out a deep moan as you feel both of her hands sliding up & down your shaft. You beg the priestess to let you hurry & finish bathing, but she insists on making it last & punishes your impatience by taking her sweet time making sure you are spotless before allowing you to touch her.