Stop raging and realise what you have done

The fear in Shayne’s eyes gives you pause for a second and, realising that you are attacking your friend, you back away from her and drop down onto a nearby wooden bench, your axe clattering to the ground.

The redhead lets out a sigh of relief and looks at her shredded clothes on the ground. “Y’know Grog, if I didn’t know any better, I might think you had planned this” she jested with a weak smile. She reached over to one of the larger pieces of intact cloth and tied it around her waist to cover herself as best she could, but her pussy was clearly visible every time she moved. There was nothing big enough left to cover her breasts, so she just used her arm instead.

You don’t think to even look away as you watch the mostly naked woman pick up all her belongings, giving you a perfect view of her fiery, trimmed bush. She seems to feel your gaze and looks back at you, standing up straight and attempting to pull the cloth further down. Her gaze wanders down between your legs to the raging erection tenting your trousers. Her mouth drops, partially in disgust and partially in awe before she shakes her head and walks over. Goliath tribes have no shame in nudity and public sex is common, so the thought of needing to hide your state never even crosses your mind.

As she reaches you, her shreds bundled up in front of her chest, she gives you a cold stare and her cheeks flush red. “Well, Grog. Is there anything you want to say to me?”

You stare at her blankly. What does she want you to say? Was she asking about your thoughts on her body, or was she asking for an apology for the fight?