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People keep spamming “Valnoressa When?” in my feedback discord channel, so here’s more Val for you all, courtesy of the Valnoressa When terrorists in my chat. In all seriousness though, been wanting to do this for a while as it’s been a minute since her last booty focused pin-up solo. Hope you like!
As a master of healing magic and herbology, Val has secured herself as a teacher of blossoming Druids. Her skill as such earned her the prestigious title of Archdruid at only four hundred years old, much younger than one tends to obtain that title.
Favoured among her students for her own youthful energy and passion for healing, she often finds herself fielding questions and demonstrations outside class hours. Something she’s happy to do for students eager to learn, of course.
Eager for further instruction on the intricacies of healing corruption from wounds, you seek out Valnoressa beyond class hours, as others often do. You search for her in all the usual places one might find her, but to no avail. At least not until the sound of disturbed water catches your keen ear.
As you push through the shrubbery at the edge of the water and part the long grass into the clearing near a portal to the dream, it’s there that you find your Shan’do.
Swimming across the surface of the water near the portal, not an article of clothing upon her buxom form. You avert your eyes immediately out of respect, but her beauty soon overwhelms that, and you quietly observe your beautiful teacher from the bushes like a pervert. You know it’s wrong, and yet you cannot take your eyes off that plump backside as it crests the surface of that clear blue water.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you lean further forward. Eager to see more, your throat dry from holding your breath in anticipation until SNAP! A twig cracks underfoot. The Archdruid’s ear twitches at the sound and her head swings around, you hear her call out “Who goes there!”. But you’re already fleeing at speed away from the pool.
‘Did she see you? Damn that twig, Oh Elune, what if she knows who it was?’ You think to yourself as you run until you feel like you’re far enough away. When you finally come to a stop, the image of her beauty is burned into your mind’s eye. When next you find yourself at a lesson with her, you’ll only be able to think of that beautiful backside and the droplets of water sliding down between their soft cheeks.
Oh no, you’ve got a crush on your hot young teacher!