With a little bit of assistance

A small problem with getting her to have some fun my way in this scenario-basic hierarchies of needs. When you've just engaged in a vicious melee fight for your life and think you're bleeding out, your body isn't exactly going 'alright-time for a roll in the hay!'. My fingers find what had to be driest slit I've found since I've got here-and that included the dragon I was wrestling into submission a day ago. Looked like I'd need something to help warm her up...fortunately, my bag of tricks for almost exactly that kind of scenario wasn't the smallest list, and I had at least one loyal servant to help (disregarding the slightly less loyal one for now), so hope wasn't entirely lost.

With some Alternative Deliveries, a liquid mixture of lust-inducing chemical started seeping out from under my stubby nails-sending a surge of arousal through her form despite herself. I wave the taur towards us. "Can't afford to go gentle on this and delay-take her other breast." She eagerly jumped into it, flopping her lower body on the ground and latching on like a baby, exploring the dark green teat like the most thorough cartographer. Meanwhile, now that she had enough soaking their slit to at least let me comfortably moved, i showed no mercy-ramming my hand back and forth energetically enough that I could feel it making my arm sore in short order.

Such careless treatment would normally only make things uncomfortable-but channeling as much of the Mindbreak addon as I could manage in this human form, it instead only added to it. Everyone could get a bit of a masochistic streak under my hands. Her body begins to breath sharply and buck slightly-eventually, the oncoming quiver I've grown to know well spreading through her. But I don't let up. Keeping up the stimulation, even when she's still sensitive from the first-and it only seems to compound as I continue. In order to stop her cries of pleasure from possibly attracting something further in the dungeon, I'm **** to leave holding her down to my cervine companion as I cover her mouth, her hot breath blowing out of her nose like billows with every attempt to get some air. Only when she seems like she may be on the very edge of consciousness before whiting out from pleasure-do I unleash my Heal-charged by Carnal Exaltation and Throbbing Spells to become a potent ****-leaving her enveloped in a bright light for a short moment.

Even with the physical restoration of my healing and the sand-blasting away any physical issues, including the poison I'd flooded her with, she still needed moments to recover from the mental effects-slowly staggering to her feet unevenly. I try to reach out to help her in that respect, but she just holds her hand up to refuse, before trying to re-shevel her equipment into place, a slight blush on her face as she turns away from the rest of us. I try to look as concerned as possible, instead of the more honest amusement, and asked "Feel better now?" There's just a short nod from her. "Yeah...better than ages, I'd say."

I was about to ask if there had been any progress on how to proceed while we were busy, when a quick glance answers it. The bars on the three potential doors forward had all raised the second the last of the things had been completely put down. Naturally, this lead to the most pertinent thought among all of us: