Cassie
After such a tiring afternoon, Cassie decides its best she gets nicely cleaned up considering all the running and the well, blood on her and whatnot. She meanders towards a nice spring, almost conspicuously placed. Nevertheless, she wants to get cleaned up so she begins to strip her armor and undergarments until a bare sheep stands at the edge of the water.
Cassie steps in, the spring having a lovely warmth to it. Her body begins to relax and her wool dampen, her current issues melting away. She slips away, her aching form soothed by the waters. She does however, realize she might have some other needs to satisfy, one that would be very convenient at the moment. With no further thoughts, she lets her fingers part her lips, with one of her hands reaching towards her own chest. Cassie bites her lip, before deciding its likely safe enough to moan into the forest air.
She focuses only on the pure feeling, her body unrestricted in its action as she whimpers in the waters. Some of her lewd fluid begins to escape into the waters, accompanied by her voice. Her woolen chest is soft in her hands, not being the heftiest but having a nice, plush size. She gives herself a soft squeeze in a bunch of her favorite places, a different note from her mouth each time. Her fingers also start to drive her crazy as she presses them against her most sensitive spots within her walls. She begins imagining past flings she's had, boys and girls, thin or big, those more submissive, more dominant, all flashing through her head as her body takes action for her.
The pleasure goes on for roughly the next 20 minutes, the caprine being a songbird as she cries of pleasure, not usually normally elicited from just herself but all her factors in play helping her out. She is exceptionally lucky to not be found, and after a very much needed orgasm, she bleats proudly. Her fluids wash away into the stream, quivering as the sun starts to set off in the distance. Eventually she does *actually* clean herself fully, making a quick sprint back to her camp once dressed.
With the hunt seemingly over and Cassie feeling appropriately accomplished for the day, she rests, uninterrupted. As the morning comes, Cassie snags something from her large pack to scarf down before hotfooting it out of the forest, off to wherever her hooves lead her.
Cassie steps in, the spring having a lovely warmth to it. Her body begins to relax and her wool dampen, her current issues melting away. She slips away, her aching form soothed by the waters. She does however, realize she might have some other needs to satisfy, one that would be very convenient at the moment. With no further thoughts, she lets her fingers part her lips, with one of her hands reaching towards her own chest. Cassie bites her lip, before deciding its likely safe enough to moan into the forest air.
She focuses only on the pure feeling, her body unrestricted in its action as she whimpers in the waters. Some of her lewd fluid begins to escape into the waters, accompanied by her voice. Her woolen chest is soft in her hands, not being the heftiest but having a nice, plush size. She gives herself a soft squeeze in a bunch of her favorite places, a different note from her mouth each time. Her fingers also start to drive her crazy as she presses them against her most sensitive spots within her walls. She begins imagining past flings she's had, boys and girls, thin or big, those more submissive, more dominant, all flashing through her head as her body takes action for her.
The pleasure goes on for roughly the next 20 minutes, the caprine being a songbird as she cries of pleasure, not usually normally elicited from just herself but all her factors in play helping her out. She is exceptionally lucky to not be found, and after a very much needed orgasm, she bleats proudly. Her fluids wash away into the stream, quivering as the sun starts to set off in the distance. Eventually she does *actually* clean herself fully, making a quick sprint back to her camp once dressed.
With the hunt seemingly over and Cassie feeling appropriately accomplished for the day, she rests, uninterrupted. As the morning comes, Cassie snags something from her large pack to scarf down before hotfooting it out of the forest, off to wherever her hooves lead her.