Gwilwilethneth, now satisfied from her latest romp with the half-elf stranger, lay down lazily in the grass, the half-elf by her side, asleep. No stranger anymore, she thought and giggled a little. The forest maiden gazed at the naked male beside her, eying him hungrily as he slept on. He was certainly handsome, she mused, eyes traveling towards his man parts, getting a good look at them. Big too.
Lying down on her back, Gwil's thoughts turned towards the reluctant centaur again. Hmph! she sighed inwardly. He didn't know what he was missing. The fact that he had rejected her still didn't sit well with the nymph. She didn't regret her actions one bit as her behavior was perfectly normal for her.
So the wood nymph lay there, before turning over on her side to glance at the half-elf whose name he told her was Echthelon. A cool breeze blew through the area, whispering a quiet melody of the forests that only wood folk like herself could hear, much less understand their meaning. Gwil smiled down at the male, stroking his hair and chest.
Echthelon then woke up a little while later and smiled at her. "I could go for round 2." he told her, looking Gwilwilethneth over hungrily. And so they went at it again, moans and sighs of pleasure could be heard as they made love to one another.
When Echthelon told her he had to leave, to continue on his journey, they parted ways but not before he gifted her with a small bluish-white flower that was growing nearby. The forest girl smiled as the half-elf left, twirling the flower between her fingers for some seconds, before she entwined it into her flower crown that she wore on her head, momentos from all her past lovers and admirers from before. The only thing that would make this day better was if Bovil would comply. But Gwilwilethneth had a feeling he wouldn't.