Down the slope

Hunter daemons are not weak creatures. This monster is quite a capable fighter and if you lose to him here and now, your quest is surely over. No one will warn the other sisters of the Burning Rose at Gerlangen, the sword of Saint Magdalena will fall into enemy hands, and you don’t even want to think about what would happen to you.

“You won't have me today!” You shout at the daemon, and jump down the landslide.

You try to keep your footing on the crumbling slope, but that quickly fails. You lose your balance and start sliding downhill. Your lower arms and legs may be protected, but you suffer many scuffs and bruises on your face and torso. After a harrowing descent, you finally skid to a halt.
The first thing you do is look back to the top of the hill. You can see the hunter daemon still up there, looking left and right for a chance to go down. He gives up and decides for the long way down.

You quickly check yourself for injuries. You have suffered some cuts and bruises, and much of your body is now covered in dirt, but you don’t appear to have suffered any injuries that will slow you down.

“Thank the goddess," you say to yourself, knowing that your descent could have easily ended much worse.

As you prepare to continue your journey, you happen to notice a deer grazing not too far away from you. That is when inspiration suddenly hits you.

First you make a prayer to the Burning Rose. It is a prayer of harmony, making animals consider you a peaceful creature that can be trusted. When the prayer is complete, you can get to work without fearing to scare off the deer.

You take off your metal gloves and start fondling your breasts. There is some dirt on them, which you inadvertently spread open. You pluck at your nipples, feeling them stiffen in your fingers. When you feel a warmth in your abdomen, you bring one of your hands to your sex.

You stroke your quim through your underclothes, pressing the gusset into your hot mound and between your netherlips. It is hard to focus on the pleasure knowing that the hunter is racing towards you, so you try to remember all the thinks you did with Ivona earlier today. The way you played with her quim and how hot and insistent her tongue felt on your sex. You even imagine some new, naughty things that you would like to do to her if you ever see her again.

The wetness of your slit begins to soak through your underclothes. You are driving yourself towards the point of no return, imagining Ivona's tongue in your mouth, her soft body writhing against you and her fingers exploring you. It takes all of your willpower not to cry out her name as you arch your back and cum against your fingers. Your silky honey drenches your underclothes as wet as you can. You remember all the things you did with Ivona earlier today.

Still panting from your orgasm, you strip off your damp underclothes. You walk up to the deer. The prayer of harmony is still in effect, so it isn’t scared of you. You drape your underclothes over its antlers, then give it a hard slap on its hindquarters. The animal is startled and quickly jumps away. With any luck, the hunter will follow it instead of you.

Of course now you have neither sash nor underclothes to cover yourself. You must keep in mind to find some clothes before you enter human society.