Not on your own, but with a little help.

You sit on the stone floor and you think...and you think....and you think some more. You ponder the situation and you try to come up with some sort of plan of action. You should be able to think of something, shouldn't you? You aren't unintelligent and you had studied tactics and the like during your training as a knight. Those days now seem like they had happened to somebody else years ago, but they had happened to you only months ago and so you should be able to call upon that knowledge and all that you had studied in order to come up with some sort of plan.

But, no matter how much you think, you come up with nothing. After all, nothing you had studied had prepared you for this. There were no tactics in books to be learned when it came to being betrayed, left for dead and lost in a cavern with nothing to your name save a cursed gauntlet and a dwarf's severed hand in a chest. If that had been in one of the texts you'd studied, you would have been surprised, given how specific a situation this is, but damned if it wouldn't have been helpful at this moment. Instead, you are clueless, not knowing what you should do, where you should go or how to deal with the changes in yourself caused by the dark power of the gauntlet that was now attached to your right arm.

Frustrated, you sigh and say, to nobody in particular, "Well, what am I supposed to do now then?"

"If you are seeking a suggestion, I'd say you could ravish my tender pussy with that lovely cock of yours again, my master. It would be quite a pleasing plan of action for both of us.", came a feminine purr behind you and you turn quickly to look over your shoulder at the source of the voice.

It is, of course, the naiad you had recently finished losing your virginity to and fucking to unconsciousness. She seems to have recovered her senses, though not her mobility as she continues to lay there on the ground where she had passed out, her hands running over her body and coming to her womanhood, your semen still seeping from her into the sticky pool beneath her. She gathers up some of that tepid sperm on her fingertips and brings it up to her lips, licking the thick ejaculate from her digits slowly and with relish.

Despite the fact that you had just...been intimate with the water nymph, you cannot help but blush hotly at the erotic sight of her licking up your semen while she lies in a pool of more of it that stains her pale blue skin. You avert your eyes and clear your throat and try to keep calm as you focus on what she said. Not the part about having your way with her again as, though the thought of it causes your manhood to press achingly against the crotch of your breeches, you know that won't help you learn anything. No, instead you focus on what she called you.

"M-master? Why do you call me that? I am not a master to anyone, let alone an inhuman creature.", you say to her, stumbling over your words when you glance to her while speaking, finding her nudity distracting to you still.

"Such cruel words, Master. How can you say that when you left your mark on me so thoroughly.", she chuckles huskily, her fingers tracing the mark branded into her skin around her throat like a collar, "In every way you could, I might add."

Her meaning there is obvious, but you push past it to keep the conversation on track. "That wasn't my doing! It was this cursed thing!", you state emphatically, holding out your gauntleted hand to show what you mean by 'cursed thing'.

"But that is a part of you now, Master. It is a great and powerful thing...and it has chosen you to bond to. So it is you who is my master, by virtue of your possessing that Artifact.", she asserts.

"Ch-chosen? By this thing? You speak of it as though it is alive.", you stutter.

The naiad looks over to you and slowly sits up, a knowing smile on her lips. "But it is, my master. Do you know nothing of what you possess there?", she asks you with an arched brow.

"N-no. I don't. My alli...the people sent here along with me did not tell me the nature of the thing nor our purpose for coming to retrieve it. They...they kept me in the dark about much, it seems.", you reply.

The naiad, seeing your ignorance and shame at being so ignorant, begins to laugh. "Oh, but you are such a sweet, foolish boy, aren't you? Blindly coming to such a dangerous place to find something without even knowing what it is you seek? Such gullibility and blind naivety is rare indeed!", she laughs out at you and you feel anger coil up in you, hot and burning.

"Do NOT mock me!", you growl, dark emotion surging through you as you clench your gauntleted fist and it glows with that dangerous red aura once more. That aura is mirrored in the brand around the naiad's neck and, suddenly, her laughter is cut off by a strangled cry of pain as she clutches at her throat as though you had your hand wrapped about it tightly.

"I-I'm s-sorry, Master! P-please! F-foor...give...m-meee...", she coughs out, her voice a hoarse whisper as the power of the gauntlet and your anger at being laughed punishing her by magically **** the breath from her. Part of you feels horrified by this...even as another, darker part of you takes a twisted pleasure at punishing the water nymph for mocking you.

You feel that dark urge within you, pushing you to punish her even more and it is difficult to resist that dark temptation as it is whispered so sweetly in the back of your mind and in the darkest parts of your heart. So very hard to resist indeed...