Gone Horribly Wrong

You feel the surge of fire and heat rush through your joined bodies, and for a moment Russ’s entire body glows with a brilliant halo of crimson light. His back arches, and he lets out a rattling scream…

And then he slumps limply back against the wall. His cock begins to soften inside you, despite your bouncing up and down upon him. For a moment you refuse to believe, refuse to understand, but when you smell the charred odor of burnt flesh, you suddenly know what has happened. You slow your bouncing to a halt and look more closely into Russ’s eyes. They are shriveled and blackened, as if burnt in a fire. You channeled the fire of the Burning Rose into Russ… and it killed him.

You fling yourself off Russ, twisting to land on all fours even as your stomach revolts. Everything you’ve eaten in the past week or so comes back up, and hot tears pour from your eyes to join the vomit gushing from your mouth.

Finally, the storm of guilt and horror and nausea fades, and a little rationality returns. Unfortunately, that doesn’t do much to help you, because the situation is about as bleak as it’s possible to get. You’ve thrown away your goddess’s blessing, lost your only ally, and you’re stuck under a mountain with no idea how to get back or go forward through this maze. You officially have no idea what to do next.