Nod your head. You are ready.

You nod your head. The guilt has passed.

The vines around you loosen, then disappear.

You get up, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. She moans as your push her down onto her back. You climb on top of her, pinning her beneath your body. Your legs intertwine, and once again you place a hand between her thighs. You go slower this time, building up in intensity. Her arms wrap around you, each of her limbs squeeze around you in uncontrollable ecstasy.

Her usual scent of roses is strong now, her fragrance is intoxicates you. You feel your own urges rising, mirroring the passion before you. You try to control yourself, but are quickly caught up in the moment.

Her breathing turns to gasping, her body writhes in time with you motions. You've abandoned your doubts. You are assured that this is right. It feels right, and for now that is enough. You speed up your rhythms to match her fervor.

"Please make me cum." She moans. You move the hand that was supporting your weight to cover her mouth. You press deeply into her body, enveloping her. She bucks rythmically against your weight.

A barely-muffled scream rises from behind your hand. Her neck cranes backwards, a thousand years of desire escaping her body. She convulses beneath you. She grabs at your hair, clawing at your neck. You continue steadily, as waves of pleasure crash across her body.

Eventually, the moment passes, her body falling limp. The inscriptions on the collar begin to fade. It falls off her neck, now a lifeless relic. You move to the side, laying next to her. She curls into a ball. Tears of relief run down her cheek.

You stand up off the bed. She has broken her curse. You have broken your vows. You look around, feeling for some kind of change or repercussion. A bolt of lightning from the sky? Nothing feels different. A part of you even feels good. You were doing your duty-- helping a person in need. Yet the guilt remains. A resolution eludes you.

You move to check on the woman. She turns towards you, a soft smile shines beneath two very happy eyes. "Thank you," she whispers.

She is quickly regaining her composure. 'Inhuman fortitude?' you ponder.

"What will you do now?" you ask, as she moves closer to embrace you gently.

"I'm going to leave this place now. I don't have the stomach for conflict. " As she backs away, you see that the vines she once conjured have wrapped around her body, forming a makeshift dress. In her hand is a single red rose. She hands it to you.

"This will protect you." She pauses. "Like you protected me. "

"I must tend toward my old forests. There will be much to do after my absence, and I cannot bear to spend more time in this place. I wish you luck on your quest. You will never know the depths of my gratitude, and I hope we meet again."

She smiles sadly, embracing you quickly one last time before heading towards the open window. For a moment, she stops to take in the rain on her face. By some magic unknown to you, she blinks away.