He's done with her

His purpose served, the lizardman turned and strode back out of the cave without looking back. It knew she would either survive and possibly produce a child, or the swamps would take her, never to be seen again.

Venus watched it go, her mind still reeling from the violation of its' ****, and the pleasure she had taken from it. She was having a hard time reconciling the two, and her head throbbed from the effort.

After a short while, she finally stood, wincing as her back twinged. She desperately wanted to clean herself, but she couldn't afford to use her water, and the swamp waters would carry many parasites and diseases. She'd just have to deal with having its' cum in her for now. She turned, taking her robe from the bar, and pulled it on, cinching it tight around her waist again. As she shouldered her pack, a slight glint revealed the location of her sword. She was thankful for that, as she wouldn't have to use her last makeshift torch to find it. Taking her sword and walking stick up again, she stepped out of the cave, and took a moment to get her bearings, then set off in the direction of Gaest, the mud oozing between her toes and the rapidly rising heat her only companions.