Legends of Belariath

Sativa

Sativa comes from the forest of Arkhall, an ancient, long-forgotten forested valley that was destroyed in a fire started by an ignorant mage who could not control his spellcastings. She was able to merge with the earth before the spell of Holocaust ripped through the area she had been occupying. The intense pain of the land coursed through her senses, battering her into unconsciousness. When she awakened, she found herself in a village she did not recognize. This village had been built over the very spot where she merged with earth and she awoke, sliding out of the ground naked before the gawking villagers. Her state of undress did not trouble her, she had lived her life amongst the trees and mountains and felt that nudity was natural and beautiful. But she realized that many people would feel uncomfortable with a naked nymph walking all over town, so she decided to cover herself with, at least, the bare minimum.

This all changed recently. After being assaulted and raped in the forest, she ran as far away as she could, leaving her robe with her assailant. After hiding in the woods for months, she returned to town dazed and misty-eyed, scratches marring her soft skin, as she stumbled into the inn. It turns out that her months spent alone in the woods were not worthlessly spent. She took the time to attempt to commune with Gaea and regain some kind of connection with nature. Her efforts had all failed, some sort of separation had occurred between her and the Goddess. For that matter, she learned some interesting things about that one painful moment when her world suddenly died around her. Merging with the Earth had done more than cause her intense pain. It rearranged the pressure receptors beneath her skin. She could still feel the weather, but it hardly seemed to effect her unless it was either bitterly cold, or sweltering hot. It also pushed her pleasure receptors much closer to the surface, meaning the slightest touch, the gentlest breeze, sent her nerves into overdrive. These two elements together may seem like an instant blessing, but there were more than a few times when they hindered her.

During her time away, she became involved in an attempt to save a gem-mining village near Nanthalion from a group of bandits led by a particularly viscious Minotaur. They had been abducting the village's women to a large, abandoned mansion for their own purposes. After journeying through the mansion, she found herself almost paralyzed and abducted by a group of moriel that attacked her from behind. After punching her hard enough to knock the wind out of her, they began to fondle her, something which came incredibly easy with her heightened senses. She was eventually captured along with the rest of her group and during her captivity, a single casting of Arousal on her was all it took to keep her rolling on the floor in her own dripping horniness. She was eventually saved, but her long captivity taught her a lot about herself. During that time, she had become, if not fond of, certainly tolerant of being a slave. She had not been exposed to the darker side of that idea, only to repetitive orgies and countless orgasms. That, to her, seemed just fine.

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