The young woman had never met anyone quite like this.  Her freckles blended in with her blush again as she realized how close the amazing woman was to her.  She felt herself compelled to stay with her... even... well... attracted to her.... she wanted to kiss her, thought that realization sent her mind whirling!  Why?  I don't like girls... like that.... do I?  Well.... She blinked almost shaking the thought from her mind, opening her berry stained lips to take a breath before speaking... and she felt herself inhale the very air that the demoness exhaled.... feeling it enter into her own mouth, throat, and into her lungs.  The rush was overwhelming...  filling her senses and the subtle young woman swooned and even fainted into the demoness's arms for a brief second as the succubi's natural pheromones were almost too much for the apparently virgin girl.<br/><br/>The demoness got a very good look at her when she fell forward lightheaded just then.  Her clothing was poor but vibrantly colored with rustic reds and deep blues.  Worn edges had been carefully stitched and restitched together, and even embroidery had been cleverly added to hide what were otherwise ragged edges.  She wore a white shift blouse and petticoat against the cool of the morning.  And though she was dressed in the layers of clothes you could easily feel the softness of shapely hips and rump under those skirts.<br/><br/>She looked up at Gwenda blurry eyed, then looked embarrassed as she realizes she faceplanted into her chest, that long slender neck curled up as her with those deep blue eyes.  Suddenly, there was nowhere else she wanted to be... the farm could wait...  "Can... can I stay here... with you.... well, for at least a little while?"  she hesitated nervously, but her voice was sooooooo adorably hopeful.  Her eyes were wide and unblinking.  Innocent.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>