Druids Renewal

  Druid Stones: Book One

  Author: D. R. Rosier

  Copyright 2023. This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Afterword:

  About the Author

  Other erotic fantasies by D. R. Rosier:

  Non-erotic Fantasy titles:

  Book Description

  Chapter One

  Thunder rumbled but the rain was still holding off, but the howling wind was more than making up the lack. The mountainous forest was eerily quiet after the deep rolling rumble, and I picked up my pace hoping to get to my campsite and set up the tent before the downpour started. Just in case, I managed to pull out the rolled-up poncho in the side pocket of my backpack without taking the thing off.

  I was deep in the trails a lot closer to my creek side destination than the car which was five miles back. Not that a little rain was going to hurt me, it wouldn’t be the first time I was caught out in a springtime mountain squall, and it wouldn’t be the last. The trail was familiar enough even in the unnatural dark the storm clouds rolling in provided, I’d been camping in this wilderness at least twice a month since I was a kid, ever since my foster parents introduced me to it.

  I just really hated setting up the campsite in a downpour, inevitably the inside of the pop tent got soaked before I could get the rain cover on it. The heavy winds would also be a pain, until I could get the thing staked down.

  Being surrounded by nature was when I was happiest, it was a break from the craziness of the real world and college, although that latter was pretty much over with now being late spring. Come Monday I’d have to start looking for a job with my four-year degree so new that the ink hadn’t dried yet, I was hoping for Park Ranger.

  I also wasn’t supposed to be alone that weekend, but my latest girlfriend, now ex, had flaked on me pretty hard and kicked me to the curb, right after sex last night. Wasn’t that a guy move? I mean, an asshole guy move, because I’d never done that for one more tumble. I hadn’t even seen it coming that time, but Regina had been a bit of a freak in bed. In the benefit of hindsight, I wasn’t surprised she’d wanted one last wild ride. The gorgeous woman had loved my cock far more than she’d ever loved me, in hindsight, but I’d been blinded by all the amazing and kinky sex.

  Tell the truth I was kind of used to that happening. Not post sex breakups, that one had been kind of new, but being kicked to the curb for my outdoor enthusiasm. Most of them used the word neglect somewhere in their harangue of my failings. Most of them didn’t like camping, and they’d get angry when I spent two weekends a month away from them. Jealous of trees, apparently. The few who were adventurous enough to come along got tired of it pretty quickly, especially in the colder months, even though I usually headed up to the cabin on those snowy weekends.

  It wouldn’t be my first trip alone either, not by a long shot. Even my friends tended to beg off most of the time, not nearly as enthusiastic about the outdoors as I was, when they could be hitting bars and anything with a heartbeat and tits. Not that I was judging, I was doing the same thing the other two weekends a month during college, or I had been. College being done was too new, my mind hadn’t really caught up yet, I had no new habits or expectations yet. Though I’d tried for dating not just one-night stands.

  Point being, before I got off on a tangent, a few drinking weekends in the woods a year was all that most of them were good for, usually during hunting season.

  Lightning lit up the sky and there was dead silence for a couple of seconds before the rolling boom and rumble followed, vibrating my bones. The wind whistled and it got a bit darker as I felt the first few droplets on my face. Figures, just in time for me to arrive, well that was nature for you, as fickle as any woman and totally uncaring of my concerns.

  Don’t get me wrong, I loved and respected women, just like I loved nature. I was just feeling a bit bitter right after the breakup, and with a shitty start to my weekend away from so called civilization.

  I paused and snapped out the poncho as the next droplets hit my face, and then tossed it over my head, careful to make sure it covered my pack and didn’t get caught up. Then I started out again as the downpour started.

  It was the sight of flames ahead through the trees that made me slow and then pause in disbelief, and I could barely hear the hisses and cracks of the rain hitting the fire past the sounds of the heavy wind and torrential rain hitting the leaves, ground, and bushes.

  I really didn’t like camping sites where I was surrounded by strangers in tents, and their kids. I came out here to commune with nature and relax, not deal with screaming kids, arguing adults, and there was always some idiot playing their music too loud. Don’t get me wrong, I liked people for the most part, even kids, and I loved all kinds of music, but it was like going to movie and hearing people carrying on in the theatre, what was the point? Nature had her own soundtrack, if I wanted to listen to blaring music I’d have stayed home or went to a concert or bar.

  It was why I made the five-mile hike, no one came out here, and it was a great spot. A small clearing surrounded by tall trees except for the sharp drop off which provided a hell of a view of the valley below. There was also a creek just thirty feet or so into the woods from it which fed a small waterfall into the valley, which had clean water though I tested it to make sure every time.

  That said, maybe the person already there would feel the same, why else would someone be all the way out here? I knew I wasn’t the only one, a lot of people hiked deep into the wilderness to find relative privacy among nature for their campsite. I didn’t think I was all that special that way, though I did camp more often than anyone I’d ever met.

  There was another site almost as good a half mile away upstream if I followed the creek, if not with a perfect view of the valley below, and I turned and walked off, not wanting to disturb another’s weekend. Hell, I already had muddy boots and my poncho wasn’t getting any wetter, what was another ten minutes?

  I’d only gone about three steps when I heard a feminine shriek of frustration that made me pause again, followed by desperate cursing and a halfhearted call for help she obviously believed would go unanswered out in the middle of nowhere. I tended to be a helpful person, especially when it was a woman in trouble, though half the time they got angry at me for it. Like it meant I thought they were helpless, that wasn’t what it was about at all.

  Regardless, I turned again and headed that way at a swift jog, and when I reached the clearing, I could barely believe my eyes and started to run. A young woman was wrestling with her tent as the gale force winds were doing their best to blow it over the cliff’s edge. It was a pop tent like mine, but a lot bigger, at least a six-man tent but I didn’t see anyone else around.

  I didn’t exactly stop to check her out as I ran across the clearing, but it was impossible to fail to notice she was lush of body, with a gorgeous and juicy bubbled ass to die for, with a tiny waist and exaggerated hourglass body. Her hair was dark as midnight, and down blowing wildly in the breeze and shimmering with moisture from the rain. She was about five foot six, and had on painted on jeans that showed off her legs, black boots, and up top she was wearing a white t-shirt that clung to her skin.

  “Hello,” I said in a relaxed voice, as I ran up next to her and grabbed the tent.

  She startled, and she whipped her head around to look at me in shock as she let out a little shriek of surprise, and I was immediately struck by her beauty of face, so much so I almost didn’t notice her rounded D cups were quite vast, and the red lingerie bra was very much in evidence below the soaked and quite translucent thin white shirt. She obviously hadn’t been ready for this storm at all, but trust me when I say it was no effort at all to keep my eyes above her neck despite the tantalizing view offered below.

  She was truly stunningly beautiful, but it was the violet eyes that really stood out. She had a slightly pointed chin, full lips, a perfectly petite nose and high strong cheekbones. Classically beautiful, with lightly tanned skin and at the moment wide violet eyes.

  “Let’s get this staked down, you’re lucky I came along. This storm is crazy.”

  She just nodded and broke out with a warm smile that warmed me, and I noted she wasn’t shy about lowering her eyes as she took in my six-foot two-inch muscular frame before she looked back at the tent.

  We pulled it back about ten feet when she stopped, and I shook my head and kept going to the sweet spot. The place she wanted to put it would have it floating on water before this storm ended, but there was a spot in the clearing that was slightly elevated, and the rain would flow around it.

  The tent seemed to be fine, the poles setup right at least. It was a bit deformed at the moment, but I thought it’d be fine once it was stretched out and staked correctly.

  “Where are the stakes?” I asked as we reached the s
pot, having to project my voice to be heard over the whistling wind and the pounding rain.

  Damn if I couldn’t help my eyes dropping a moment when she turned to me directly. Her white shirt was stuck to her creamy cleavage that seemed endless, the bra not covering it at all, just the bottoms and outsides as it pushed them together and up. She was magnificent, lushly curved but also thin at the waist, not a bit of fat out of place on her slightly exaggerated hourglass body, with the face of a cover girl model.

  What the hell was she doing in the woods alone, I wasn’t getting the idea she did this very often. In fact, this whole situation seemed a bit surreal, almost like the opening to a hot porno in the sticks, what were the chances the hottest girl I’d ever seen needed my help seconds after I decided to move on. Trust me, that was saying something after four years of college, I’d known a lot of gorgeous women and even slept with my fair share of them the last four years. None of them came close to this young woman, but I couldn’t quite define why.

  I mean, she was a stunning beauty with a body made for rough and wild sex, but I’d met woman like that before, the campus had been full of them. She just had something extra, and those violet eyes were strikingly seductive.

  Of course, I pushed that out of my head as ridiculous, it had to be coincidence. A setup like this would be impossible to time correctly, and what would be the point. I was a nobody, and any kind of honeypot scheme would be wasted on me. Plus, I had arrived right as the storm broke, so the timing did work for coincidence. Unless she could control the weather, this wasn’t a setup. It just felt so surreal though, off somehow in a way I couldn’t nail down.

  Just my lucky day, I supposed.

  She didn’t seem to mind the slip, and she had a knowing smirk on her face that reached her dancing eyes when I met her purple peepers with mine a moment later. Almost like she’d been turned on by my inability to control my wandering eyes.

  “Inside,” she said in a warm compelling voice, that once again stimulated me. It was like her voice was plugged directly into my libido, something I’d never felt before in my life. How she looked had nothing to do with it, though it surely didn’t hurt.

  So, it took a second for that to sink in. Inside the tent? What the hell good were they doing inside?

  “Hold it,” I instructed, and then stirred below when her eyes flickered down to the front of my jeans, as if my order had brought something else to hold onto in her mind. That couldn’t have just happened. I mean, I knew I attracted woman, but not that fast, in the middle of a forest and alone, without any conversation first? It wasn’t like this was a bar. She should be feeling miserable, soaked, and in my experience a little vulnerable in the middle of nowhere with a man as large as I was. I also knew for a fact being cold killed a woman’s libido fast.

  It had to be my imagination, the signals she was sending me, a stranger deep in the woods. Shit like this only happened in bad pornos. Not real life, not even good pornos. Yet, the more I thought of her voice, and the way she’d looked at me, I was starting to think her answer of inside had been a double entendre and an invitation to be inside of her.

  Just my imagination, and I wasn’t a creep, so it was surreal that my mind had even gone there.

  I moved around the tent to the opening, and unzipped it, then stuck my head inside. I grabbed the flashlight from my pocket and turned it on. It looked dry inside at least. There was a pink duffel bag inside, as well as an unrolled pink sleeping bag that’d been flipped around, no doubt when the tent blew away. Both the sleeping bag and the duffel looked brand new.

  I rolled my eyes as I realized the truth, she’d set up the tent and had probably decided she didn’t need to stake it down.

  The fire with a food pack next to it, the fact stuff was inside the tent, including a prepared sleeping bag, told me that. So, I hadn’t been wrong, definitely not a regular camper.

  Fuck, had she really stared at my junk when I ordered her to hold it? She looked like a Fredricks of Hollywood model, and this day was really starting out in a bizarre fashion. This wasn’t what I expected to be doing at the end of my five-mile hike. Not that I was complaining, at the very least I’d gotten a show out of it, and a little amusement.

  I finally spotted the long and thin nylon pouch that looked like a good bet, and had to step inside a moment to reach it. Once I had the stakes out of the pouch I headed back out. It was a two-man job, but I could handle it. I staked one corner, then moved to the opposite corner and pulled the other side until it was fully stretched out, then staked it.

  I had to pause for a second, and just hold the tent as the wind whipped in a wild and powerful gust. I repeated the process with the other two corners, thought the third corner was a little trickier so it’d turn out even, and it looked like I’d gotten it lined up right. The wind was still whipping the tent, but it wasn’t going anywhere as I finished staking it.

  “You should be all set,” I said in a friendly tone, so my shouting wouldn’t be intimidating to be heard above the storm, “You’re okay?”

  She bit her lip, then teased her full lips with her finger in a seductive way. It just kept getting weirder, but my sense of surrealness didn’t prevent me from getting half a chubby, even as I told myself she wasn’t inviting me to claim my reward from her sweet body for saving her.

  I was usually a gentleman, truly, which is why it was such a surprise I found myself staring at her cleavage again, but she had on a wide smile when my eyes returned to her face.

  “Thank you for your help. The least I can do in return is let you wait out the storm before you find your own camp. You’ll stay, won’t you? Just for a little while?”

  Her voice was as mesmerizing as her looks, if not more so, and my half chubby had gone full mast by the end of her speech. I reminded myself I wasn’t a white knight, she wasn’t a damsel, and this wasn’t a medieval porno.

  I didn’t watch pornos, or even think of them that often, so maybe some of there where this bad. Point being, it was another point of surrealness in my mind. I’d also never felt entitled to a woman’s charms before, but in that moment I was sure I could take her and she not only wouldn’t object, but would ruin me for every woman that came after in a wanton display of pleasure that I’d never known.

  It was weird.

  Who even thinks like that? Not me, on a normal day.

  But damn, was she beautiful, sexy, and the look in her eyes was begging me to stay a while. Would it really be a bad idea to stay a while, at least until the rain passes? I bet she had an amusing story for me anyway, this had to be her first-time camping. I bet this wasn’t even her tent, it looked well used, unlike the rest of her stuff.

  “Just for a while,” I agreed, “I’m Brendan.”

  She smiled warmly, “Nora, a real pleasure to meet you. Thanks for saving me.”

  She walked toward the tent entrance, and as she stepped inside she stripped off her soaked t-shirt and tossed it outside by the fire. She grinned impishly at me, while shrugging helplessly, “I’m cold. You don’t mind, do you?”

  I cleared my throat as I stepped inside, and then pulled off the poncho.

  “Not at all,” I replied in a somewhat strangled voice.

  Her D cups were even creamier than I’d thought, perfect and they looked soft as silk and flawless. Her nipples were even slightly apparent now, and quite large.

  She said softly, “The door.”

  I nodded and turned, then closed the zipper to cut off the wind. There was still some airflow of course, but it was cut significantly, and the rain pattered on the roof.

  When I turned, she was bent over at the waist, pushing her jeans down. Her bra was also gone, she’d taken it off when my back was turned. Her breasts were pendulous, and there was no mistaking the hot and seductive come fuck me look as she looked up at me with wide purple eyes through her long eyelashes.

  “Warm me, please,” her voice so seductive I couldn’t see straight.

  She smiled widely with anticipation, as I started to tear my clothes off, and the smile only got warmer and wider, as she saw my cock. Fully just over seven inches, and as thick as a cucumber. I wasn’t sure if I was getting a reward for rescuing the damsel, or if she was taking me as the reward, but the heat in her eyes and desire was undeniable. She wanted me badly, and I had rescued her. That was a little naughty storybook and not reality, but in that moment, it made perfect sense to me. Of course she was going to give me her body, as my reward, and I was going to enjoy it. Ravish her, tease her, please her, and take my pleasure in her as she took hers in my plundering cock and firm touch.