He's been infected (a mad plan)

It's clear that he's about to lose his footing entirely, so you set down your lantern as quickly as possible and leap forward to catch him before he falls. You wrap your arms around him just as he collapses under his own weight. His skin is feverish, sweaty. "Russ! What's wrong?" You do not try to hide the urgency in your voice.

When he turns his head to look you in the eyes, they appear bloodshot. "I... I'm losing," He brings his hand to his mouth as a violent fit of coughing interrupts him. You can hear something wet filling his hand. You fear it's blood, but you're unable to identify it in the dim light.

Your mind races. What could have possibly gone wrong? Did you incorrectly evaluate his wound? Could the abomination have afflicted him with some sort of poison? Of course, that had to be it, how stupid of you. "Russ, I need to lay you down." Stay calm. Take control of the situation. Rely on your training. You know basic first aid, and you'll beseech the Burning Rose for the power to cleanse this wound. She has to answer you... she must!

But your frantic thoughts receive no response. You can feel the Rose’s power flow through you, but there’s no way to channel it into Russ.

No way except…

Suddenly, fragments of half-remembered lore come together in your mind, forming a mad plan. There’s no time to think, no time to consider. If you are to save the man you have suddenly realized you love, this is what you must do.

You drop your sword to the ground with a clatter and drop to your knees in front of Russ. It is the work of only a moment to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants and loincloth, exposing his flaccid cock.

“Sabine?” Russ says deliriously.

“Shush, Russ,” you whisper, spitting into one hand to moisten it. You wrap your hand around Russ’s member and begin to frantically jerk and tug at it. Your technique is doubtless crude, and the urgency with which you move makes you ungentle, but nevertheless you feel Russ’s member grow hard in your hand.

Even as you stroke, your other hand reaches under your armored skirt to yank down the panties Russ gave you, exposing your slit to the cold mine air. To your slight surprise, your slit is hot and wet, the sheer madness of what you are doing having excited you like nothing else.

Here goes, you think. Concentrating on the Rose’s fire as it flows through you, you lift yourself up and impale yourself onto Russ’s spear. His member tears up and through your maidenhead, and you hear a scream of outrage in the back of your mind as your connection to the Burning Rose is severed forever.

And in that moment, as your connection to the Burning Rose snaps, you turn every scrap of will you can muster to seeking to grab that flash of power released by the sacrifice of your bond, trying to **** it through the connection of your joined bodies and into Russ to burn out the infection.