Her body trembles as you fill her, the weight of your release pressing deep inside her. She gasps for breath, her fingers digging into your skin as she feels herself being claimed by this moment, by you. Her hips lift off the bed, searching for deeper contact even as your movements slow and grow more gentle. As your orgasm subsides, Círdræl collapses against you, their hearts racing in unison, her breath warm against your neck.
That was perfect
Círdræl nestles closer to you, her cheek resting against your chest as she listens to the sound of your heartbeat slow and steady beneath her ear. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice still shaky from emotion. "That was... wonderful." As they lie together in silence, she wonders what the future holds for them, if this is just a brief interlude or something more permanent.
Hearing your words, Círdræl felt a surge of protectiveness rise up within her. She couldn't bear the thought of you being alone and hurting anymore. "I-I won't leave you," she assured you, taking another step closer. "And I can help you feel better..."
Without waiting for your permission, she knelt down beside you, carefully examining the root that had tripped you up. Her nimble fingers moved quickly and expertly as she used her magic to gently free it from the soil.
I went unconscious
As soon as the root was dislodged, you collapsed back onto the ground, unconscious once more. Círdræl's heart raced in panic as she realized what had happened. She felt a stab of guilt for causing you further harm, but at least now she knew that there must be something wrong with your leg...
Carefully, she placed her hands on either side of your head and closed her eyes, concentrating on healing the injury as best she could.