She looks for a way out.

The fish man inhaled deeply as he took in his prize. Marielle was pinned, and weak, but she wasn't dead, or worse, yet. She was smart enough to know what he wanted, smart enough to know he would probably let his guard down. She'd just have to bide her time, as hard as it might be. He slid her helm off of her head, revealing her beautiful blonde hair. He stroked it softly, she winced at his touch, but he was undeterred as he slid his hands under her mail and began to rub her breasts. She felt her nipples growing hard in spite of herself, a heat developing in her legs. She tried to remove herself from the pleasure, to think of something, anything else.

"My Child"

Marielle drifted away from her body, towards the voice. It was Helios

"My child, my boon. If these heathens desire your body, then by my gift, you may use it as a weapon if you choose. The choice, is always yours. You are my child, and I will always love you."

As soon as she had left, she was back. The fish man had used the opportunity to divest her of her mail and undershirt while she had gone. Her breasts were now exposed to the cool air and free from barriers to his touch. Her arousal was growing. She'd have to decide: try to escape, or surrender and hope she understood the boon of Helios. He stood up, reaching for the tie of his breeches, and she decided.

She pulled the spear. She would not give her body to this monster freely. If he took it, then she'd take her chances with Helios. She struck weakly from her back. The blow more about creating space than doing damage. The beast staggered, allowing Marielle enough time to get to her feet. He then set his feet and lunged, aiming to bite her. She **** him wide with the handle, and drove again with a scream. The spear struck true, putting the two of them face to face. He used the opportunity to bite down on her shoulder. She howled in pain, but the sensation was quickly replaced by a feeling of heat, radiating from the wound. It was some kind of venom. For the second time, she fell to her knees in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The fish man pulled the spear from his chest, still standing. Marielle's mind told her to rise, to fight, but her hands went down her pants, stroking herself **** for relief. The fish man wasted no time this go around exposing his cock. He shoved it in her face and to her surprise, she took it eagerly.

The fish man was far from intelligent, and far from a generous lover. He began to fuck her face with all the **** left in his drunken body, with no care to the breathing of his horny blonde cocksleeve. Marielle gagged and spit, saliva running in between her breasts and sticking to her hair as she continued to finger herself.

After a short while, he pulled his cock from her mouth with an audible pop. She followed it forward, **** to keep sucking, pulling up onto all fours. He walked behind her. She pulled her pants off for him and spread her legs, exposing her wet pussy in eager anticipation of his touch. He bent over to taste her.

And that was the last thing he saw, or would ever see, as Marielle drove the spear into his skull, and pinned him to the floor by his brain. She had almost lost control, and surrendered more of her dignity than she had ever imagined, but she had seen her opportunity, and taken it.

She lay on the stone floor, idly rubbing her clit, waiting for the pain of her wounds and the remainder of the arousal venom to subside, then went to check on the other woman.