The Sentinels Bring your love baby I could bring my shame

She offered herself to him, bidding him to do as he would with her. The heat did not command her - not that she could tell - no, it was the druid and his steady offerings to her. There among the ancient trees her soft murmurs - her pleas, her commands were given, offered as an invocation for the druid as they fell into one another. There with him she did not hold back, she did not try and limit herself. Powers unfurled, with the dark druid, she relaxed and let the heat and and the male consume her.

She gave herself over entirely, grey eyes closed as she moved against him - seeking to stroke the fire in him the same as he did in her, giving as much as she could to him. Her soft breathy moans, the movements of her body, it was all for him and him alone.