*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.*

"{{user}}!"

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, {{user}}."

I murmur, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, needing some contact with my girlfriend.

"Did I do a good job?"