[GM] Hard to say.

The potion seems to be doing nothing for the exhaustion gnawing at Krin. Instead, he finds himself feeling strangely empty and unable to shake thoughts of the ordeal he's just been through from his mind.

"Krin, huh? That'sss a funny name." Ceres lays a hand on his head, pressing him into her breasts. Whether it's meant to be a silent encouragement to rest there or something more... forward, isn't quite clear. "Why don't you ssstay with me 'til the ssstorm ssstopsss, sssince you're lossst? You can ssspend the night, if you want!"

Ceres starts to slither through the woods with the elf still balanced on her hip, not even waiting for him to agree. Her hips roll rhythmically against him as she moves. It's probably not intentional, just how snakes move. But the swaying feels rather...sexual, and brings to mind ways he could ease the empty feeling in his core.

[GM] You drink the potion, a hollow feeling blossoming in the pit of your stomach. The relief of being free from your pregnant burden fades into disappointment.

[GM] Ceres offers to take you back to her den to wait out the storm. She tells you that you're welcome to spend the night, if you like. She starts slithering away without waiting for you to respond. Roll WILL.

[P] 1d20 (11) + WIL 2 - HRN 5 = 8.

[GM] Her hips rolling against you as she makes her way through the woods brings to mind all kinds of suggestive thoughts about how to satisfy that empty feeling inside you. +1 HORNINESS.