Wildflower (гет)

The moon was not yet full, and on any other night, the forest would be too dark to see, too treacherous to run with such abandon. On this night the moon shone just right, and the path veered perfectly, allowing lovers a safe harbor under the cover of the woods. The magic Nimue had spoken only moments ago, thrummed with the beat of her heart, exotic and wild and lust filled.