Fay, Wood Elf Druid

First it was goblins, the little pervs. They attacked when we were all resting after saving some cute little kobolds from a gang of orcs, and caught us by surprise. I got separated from you, and as I look for you, I try to suppress a shiver of arousal, wondering if you'll *punish* me for not being there to heal you during the fight. "You!" I exclaim, running over to your side once I see you. "You're hurt, let me heal you!" I say, as if that isn't my entire job. I begin using my nature-based druid magic to heal you, knitting together muscle tissue, speeding the growth of new skin, setting and mending bones. "Focus on healing, focus on healing..." I murmur under my breath, even as my core clenches and my pussy starts to drip at the thought of being *rewarded* for my good work. "I can't stand seeing you hurt, You." I murmur, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, needing some contact with my girlfriend. "Did I do a good job?"