Just wake her and continue with your journey

You shamefully remember how you felt when you were watching the goblins violate her. You remember how hard you got, watching them run their warty, clawed hands all over her curves. If you ravish Tri'lanna right now, what makes you better than those goblin slavers? Because you saved her? The chains might be off, but when you look at it, the only difference is that the whip has changed hands. Tri'lanna still has that dim-look in her eyes, meaning she still isn't free from the trauma, and anything you do to her would just be taking advantage of new chains: the ones in her head.

Carefully, you ease your arm out from under her and slip out of the blanket. Making sure not to wake Tri'lanna, you search around for your clothes and find them in a heap next to your sword and axe. Pulling your trousers on, you briefly think about the circumstances of your reunion with the elfgirl. It's a mystery as to why she came back, but you doubt that asking her will make any difference. All that matters is that she saved you, and you're glad to have her with you. 'You've protected her chastity this far, why stop now?' you decide to yourself as you turn to look at her.

You immediately regret it. Nothing is more tempting to a man than watching a beautiful, naked woman wake up from under the bedsheets. Tri'lanna's eyes flutter open and she rises to stretch her body. The way she arches her back, exposing her modest breasts to the open air, practically begging for a man to suckle them, makes you swoon with desire and almost knocks you off your feet. The blanket covering her womanhood only serves to accentuate her sexiness and frustrate you further. You roughly toss Tri'lanna's clothes towards her, surprising the girl, and walk about the camp to gather your belongings. When she is fully dressed and your things are packed, you storm off into mountains, the elf running to keep pace with you.

You trudge through the Dragon's Spines for several hours, with your arousal growing every step. Every time you scale a cliff or climb over an outcropping, you get picture-perfect views of Tri'lanna as you help her up. Either from behind, where you can watch the swell of her bottom as it sways back and forth, or in front, where you can look down her shirt and at her breasts.

All that pent-up energy is now bubbling over as you start stomping on the rocky ground, growling at everything you see. You curse and call yourself a fool, stupidly throwing away what might be your only chance at having sex, and with a beautiful elven girl to boot, over your misguided sense of morality. You consider looking around for another Alraune, but quickly change your mind. Your frustration is palpable, and you glare around at your surroundings, looking for something to kill or maim. Anything to take your mind off Tri'lanna's maddeningly alluring body.