D&D Druid

I'm doing something a little different here. Instead of having my Druid as the POV character, my POV character is with the Druid. As always, if you have any opinions on this story or any others I have written, please feel free to let me know in the comments.

The Druid

She had climbed into a concealed perch in the tree a little over an hour before. It paid to take precautions in her line of work. She was supposed to kill someone tonight, someone who was well guarded and who would have no hesitation in disposing of yet another corpse. Legion General Marnarus had already killed hundreds of people for his 'Highway through the Dimwood', she wouldn't be spared because she was a cute catgirl.

She was here to meet her guide, someone she knew perilously little about. They apparently had lived in this part of the forest and were thus hard pressed by the Legion. They didn't just go after anyone in the roads way, but would take anyone they found for a few miles either side of the road. Apparently a vital part of the highway was a head on a spike every 100 feet.

While this might speak well for her guide, it could be a trap. She didn't know anything about this guide but needed good information on the legion's camp. If Marnarus had learned of the assassination attempt he could send someone here, promising them their life in exchange for hers.

At the right time, a small, cloaked figure came through the forest toward her tree. He nearly walked under her, but changed course just before and moved to the rock formation where the meeting was set. She watched him as he leaned against the rock and patiently began to wait.

He was a Gnome, barefoot and bare armed. In fact, all he seemed to be wearing was the hooded cloak and some sort of small bag slung over one shoulder. He didn't seem to be armed, which made her nervous as he could be a mage and start throwing fire or acid at her.

After about five minutes the gnome looked straight up at where she was. "I believe I was supposed to meet you here at this time? You should come down."

While she had hoped to remain unseen a while longer, she knew enough. When standing in front of him, she said, "I am called Bovra, can you guide me to Legion General Marnarus?"

The gnome seemed a little confused and maybe started by her appearance. She stood almost exactly five feet tall and wore tight fitting, black leathers. Two small swords were at her hips and a small bow on her back. Her head was bare, as were her arms as legs, but of course all were covered by jet-black fur.

"Uhh, um," the gnome stuttered, "isn't there some sort of catch phrase about the wind coming from the east?"

Bovra smiled, "it is fine. There is no one else around so you must be the guide to bring me to the Legion General. I am quite obviously the assassin."

The gnome still seemed unsure, but shrugged and said, "very well. I am Levinellus, most just call me Lev, and yes, I am your guide."

"Then lead on," Bovra said.

It took them nearly an hour to go through the forest and to get near the camp at the head of the road. Bovra had asked Lev if he knew exactly where the Legion General would be during the night. That was vital information as all of the Legion tents looked alike and it was rumoured that Marnarus sleep in a different location every night. He was paranoid, Bovra wasn't the first assassin that had been sent.

"I don't know now, but will know soon," Lev said as the sun started to set and the darkness started to grow. "Just stay here and mind my cloak."

"Wha ...?" She had started to ask only to see the gnome vanish. The cloak and bag fell to the grass where he had stood. Bovra drew a sword and stalked around, looking for hidden enemies but found nothing. No arrows came out of the growing gloom, no shouts or alarms sounded.

Darkness fell and time passed. It was well over an hour and Bovra had more than once debated just leaving. One of the few things that kept her waiting was the casual tone Lev had asked her to mind his cloak before he disappeared. He had obviously wanted it back.

She had checked the small bag that he had carried. It held some berries, pastes, bits of wood and little else. Simple forest detritus.

Bovra had just sat down again when she noticed him approaching from her left, his pale body quite visible. In fact, very visible as Lev was completely naked. She stood again and couldn't help but notice his small member hanging down but starting to gain some strength. It was only about four inches long but considering that he was only three and a half feet tall, it was well proportioned. Also well proportioned were his shoulders, Lev's whole upper body was heavily muscled as were his calves. His face was soft though, with dark, sad eyes and a shock of brown hair that seemed to have no rhyme or reason to it.

He didn't look back to her until he had his cloak back on. "I've found where Marnarus is tonight. He's actually staying in one of the guard towers, it took me a while, but he is there and there will be one guard with him."

"A guard tower?" Bovra mused, "well, I certainly wouldn't have guessed there. How did you find this out and where did you go?"

Lev looked a little embarrassed, "I ... I became a grasshopper."

"What?"

"I am a woodland protector and can take the shape of animals when I require it."

Bovra began to catch on, "but you're clothing doesn't change with you." He nodded.

"But why didn't you just turn into an owl or a horsefly?"

"Flying is a difficult skill to master for a creature without wings," Lev explained. "Actually, even leaping as a grasshopper is difficult but I have done it often enough to have worked it out. Although getting to the top of the guard towers was a challenge. Marnarus is in the north western guard tower..." He then got down and traced out a rough map in the dirt.

After studying and asking a few questions, Bovra said, "alright, you should go. I've got it from here."

"I'll stay for a while," Lev replied, "just in case you need some help."

It turned out that she did.

She got passed the sentries and into the camp undetected. Bovra had even managed to get to the guard tower without anyone noticing. 'I can't believe that they take these apart, make another ninety odd feet of road in a day, and then rebuilt this at a new site,' she thought as she started to climb the tower.

That was when her problems started. The tower wasn't quite as well constructed as she expected and it wobbled a little, even with her light weight, as she climbed the ladder. She sensed movement above her and got her bow ready.

"Ressen?" A whispered voice came from above, "you're a bit early, or..."

As the soldier's face looked through the open square, Bovra locked her legs on the ladder, pulled back and shot the poisoned arrow into his face. The man choked a little and then died, falling through the hole and Bovra barely dodged aside.

Climbing as quickly as she could, Bovra reached the top just as two things happened. The first was a shout from in the camp as someone noticed the body of the soldier hit the ground, the second was a somewhat surprised Legion General Marnarus start to rise from a bedroll. Drawing a blade, Bovra quickly stabbed and then slashed the throat of Marnarus, ending his threat and fulfilling her mission.

Unfortunately, the final step of that mission, that of getting away, just became more difficult as troops began to converge on her position.

Within twelve minutes of the Legion General's death, Bovra had taken a shallow abdomen wound that was more a bruise than a cut, and had been hit in the head with a shield as she killed the man that had been swinging it at her. It had dazed her, but she had managed to stagger and continue running.

She was only halfway back to where she had left Lev and sincerely hoped that she wasn't leading the bulk of the legion toward the gnome. Hopefully he had left as he was supposed to.

Bizarrely, there was now a horse now running almost directly at her. It stopped and turned as she reached it. Awkwardly around it's neck was the bag that Lev had been carrying.

Every time she tried to get passed the horse, it blocked her way. Even when she shouted and clapped, it seemed with it's head to encourage her to get on. 'Could it want her to ride it?' Jumping on, the horse took off away from the soldiers that were just starting to shoot crossbow bolts at her. One struck the horse on the flank, a second later, one penetrated her armour at the hip.

"Ahhuuuuggggg!" She screamed in pain. The horse seemed to run faster.

Managing to deal with the pain as bolts continued to fall, she got her bow and launched a few arrows in the direction of the enemy behind. Soon enough though, the soldiers fell behind the galloping horse. However, the a new sound came from the forest, the howling of dogs.

The horse ran on, it's gate making the wound in her hip throb with agony. She didn't know how much more she could take. Just as she let out another very pained groan, it was like she was falling but was caught as she hit the ground. Looking up, Lev was holding her and looking concerned.

"Where did you come from," she said a little shakily, "and where is the horse?"

"I was the horse," the gnome says, "now, can you walk? We don't have much time."

"I'll try."

Lev was naked but didn't seem concerned. He opened his bag and started getting out a few of the leaves and twigs. "Okay, head between those two bushes down there." The spot he pointed at was about forty yards away.

Her left leg barely held her weight and pain flared every time she moved it, but she heard the howls and bays approaching. Holding her leg, she could feel blood leaking through her fingers and falling against her fur. 'This is hopeless,' she thought, 'the hounds will easily follow this trail.'

Lev was about five paces behind her, looking backwards and mumbling something. All the while, the hounds got closer and closer.

"That's far enough," Lev said and Bovra gratefully stopped. The Gnome moved next to her and dug more forest detritus from his bag. His chant changed and Bovra was amazed as the bushes they stood between suddenly grew, small vines twisting toward them, sprouting leaves and twigs which thickened into branches. All around them these branches grew, covered themselves with leaves and thorns until the two bushes had joined into a large, wild hedge.

Bovra's view was cut off just as the dogs crested the ridge where the horse/Lev had once again become a gnome. They circled around, trying to regain the scent they had been following.

"Stay down," Lev whispered, "and don't make a sound."

For what seemed to be a small eternity, the barks and cries of the dogs continued, never far away but never seeming to come much closer. Bovra was still in pain, but at least she didn't have to aggravate it by moving anymore; although she was starting to worry about how much blood she was loosing.

After a while voices sounded. "What happened to the dogs?"

"They lost the scent."

"How could they lose the scent?"

"I don't know, maybe the horse flew him away."

"I didn't see no wings on that horse."

"Look, lets just look around and see if we can find the cunt that killed the general."

"Alright, but watch out for arrows. It's probably some bastard Elf."

"An elf with a horse."

The voices moved around. Footsteps came closer to the giant bush Bovra and Lev were hidden within, but then moved on. After a long time, the forest sounds returned to normal, the searchers must be some distance away.

"Okay," Lev said quietly, "let me look at that wound." A tendril of one of the vines started to glow with a warm, friendly light. When he saw the arrow, he exclaimed, "damn, that's worse than I thought."

Holding her breath, Bovra reached up and snapped the arrow off near the tip. As she did, she couldn't help but let out a little squeal.

"Sorry, sorry," Lev said quietly, seeming very concerned which was adorable. The wound wasn't his after all.

"It's alright," she said when she could, "now help me with my armour." Within a few moments she was as naked as he was. Lev looked at her hip wound but she noticed that he couldn't help but look up at her fur covered breasts.

Before she could say anything, he closed his eyes and began to chant again. He squeezed a handful of berries together and then slid the sludge toward the ruined skin at her hip. She expected it to hurt, but instead his hands spread a warming numbness and when he removed his hands, her skin was restored, albeit without the fur that normally covered it.

"Whoa, that's great!" she exclaimed, "will my fur grow back there?"

"It should," Lev said, quickly looking away from her hips and her private parts which were adjacent. Bovra took advantage of this and could see his manhood stiffening.

"I was also hit across the chest," she complained, "if you can heal those wounds as well ...?" It was true, she could feel that her breasts and ribs felt badly bruised, but she was also wondering if she could raise his cock a bit as well.

"Uhmm, yes, okay. Oh! ... I ...," he stammered as he started to look at her chest.

"Yes," she replied with a smile, "I actually have six breasts, although the lower two are very small. The nipples are very sensitive though." She purred a little as she used her fingers to pinch one of the lowest pair.

Lev cleared his throat but Bovra could see that his cock was now standing high. It was only about five inches in total and he was trying to hide it with his legs without much success. She thought it looked very nice.

Once again, he put his berry juice hands on her and she slightly moved them two where she had been hurt. Once again the hair fell away, this partially revealing all four of her upper breasts. The sensation was amazing! Bovra hadn't been lying when she said her breasts were sensitive and the warm, healing feeling made her feel not only better, but also very horny.

Lev panted a few times and then said, "well, that's it. I have no more magic until dawn. I can't even remove this foliage from around us." Even the glowing tendril faded and disappeared.

"Well, we're safe enough here and we should probably wait a while before we get going. I guess we should just get some sleep." Bovra said and lay one the ground next to him.

He rolled so his back was to her. After several minutes though, she rolled, apparently in her sleep and pressed her breasts against him and drape an arm over. She could feel her pussy leaking profusely at this point.

She did sleep for a little while but woke while the night was still very dark. However, her eyes allowed her to see in all but complete darkness and, looking over Lev's shoulder, she could see that his cock was still standing strong even while the gnome was breathing heavily in sleep.

Grinning she moved slowly and carefully; positioning her mouth above the standing cock and slowly moving down. Lev groaned in his sleep as she started a soft sucking action and was surprised how good the dick tasted. It was almost spicy, but not like it was dirty or anything.

Bovra was proud of her cock sucking skills. She'd done it a lot, especially when she was younger and had been the sexy cat-girl rather than an assassin. She knew a lot of tricks and had been proud of her ability to finish a man in less than ten seconds with just her mouth. For now though, she was very gentle, slowly building heat and pleasure so as not to wake Lev up.

The gnome was starting to squirm a little now and let out a heavy sigh. He was clearly enjoying her treatment of him. She noticed a lot of pre-cum emerging from the inflamed tip while it grew even longer and more rigid. The cat-girl knew when he woke up when his legs suddenly shifted. That was when she gave up being subtle, she increased the suction, wrapped the rough side of her tongue to coil around the base, dripped hot saliva and rubbed the side of a tooth across the sensitive head.

"Heeeuuunngggggg!" Lev's balls tightened as his body arched. The first spurt of goo went straight down her throat, but she was able to savour several of the others. She let them swirl around her mouth, frothing a little further with the gnome's frantic thrusting. As he eventually relaxed, he asked, "what was that for?"

Bovra considered as she swallowed, "well, it could have been for healing me, or for rescuing me. That was very nice of you," she lightly ran a clawed finger down his leg causing him to shiver, "but really it was because I saw your hard cock and it made me horny."

After a few more breaths Lev replied, "well if you want me to do the same to you I'm very willing."

"Oh, you are so nice," Bovra said as she stood and began to squat over his face. As she made contact, his tongue came out and slid right across her dripping sex. She let out a soft, low moan.

Lev's tongue was suddenly everywhere. It licked at her from different angles, sometimes long, pushing strokes, sometimes almost playful nips. Every so often, his tongue would stiffen and push into her. Soon Lev's hands joined in; pulling and pushing, stretching and stimulating her pussy. The fingers of his right hand suddenly stabbed at and rubbed on her clit making the cat girl shudder with pleasure.

"Ohhhh ... you ... ahh, you've done this before!" She huffed and could feel a climax approaching already. "Ohhh, where did you ... eeeek! How did you..." Her eyes were loosing focus and her hips were moving without her control. When Lev's hand moved up and pinched one of her lowest nipples she screamed out and came all over his face.

Falling onto her hands and knees, she was surprised when Lev moved out quickly from under her. "Wha ...", she was still a little woozy from her orgasm when she felt the gnome behind her lifting her tail. With little more warning, he plunged into her overstimulated cunt, causing her to cry out again.

"Ahhh," he began to thrust, "you're so tight and your fur is so soft."

"Yes, do me. Screw me hard, Lev." He was. Lev's cock might not have been large, but he thrust like a woodpecker at a log. His pace was unrelenting and the friction caused her cunny to juice all over him. She'd never been wetter in her life.

When the gnome gripped her tail with both hands and pulled it, she came again. Her creamy pussy squeezed and ground against his manhood but he never stopped, his hips may have even increased speed.

"Wauuugghhhh!" She tried to tell him how much she was enjoying what he was doing, but all that came out was nonsense words, grunts and moans. At least until she came again, he claws digging into the dirt and she could feel her eyes rolling in her head. She was just coming down when Lev's cock suddenly grew and pulse after pulse of his cum shot straight into her. This triggered yet another orgasm in her, the biggest one yet. Her muscles locked almost painfully and Lev shook like a leaf in a storm as he emptied himself into her steaming cooze.

They seemed to stay locked that way for a small eternity. Lev fell to his side and it seemed much later before Bovra regained enough energy to say, "that ... that was incredible."

After a pause, Lev replied, "I liked it."

"Yeah," she panted, "we should ... definitely do this again."

"Oh," the gnome said slowly raising himself on one arm, "you really think so?"

"You don't think I'd want you to do that to me again?" She said with a little incredulity, "I've never come so hard or so often."

"I'm surprised," Lev said looking deep into her eyes, "I would have thought men would be lining up to have you."

"Oh they do," she purred a little, happy but some of the disappointment entered her voice, "but they usually don't last long. Two or three pumps and their all done."

"Yeah, but that just means they start over, right?"

"No, they're usually done for the ... what are you doing?" Lev had gotten to his knees and, with one arm, began moving her legs apart. "You can't be hard again?"