Let her leave

You sigh as she nervously leaves the room as fast as she can. You blew it. Again. You hope she won't be too bothered about it, but you decide to apologize to her later when you are alone with her. If she lets you be alone with her at least.

You touch the robes beside you. They are made by an incredible craftsman, that is obvious. They feel soft and silky. Clothes that wouldn't look strange on a nobleman. You wonder how rich the Dongleferry's actually are.

You put away the towel and get up. Your penis is still incredibly erect. You always find it incredibly difficult to get it down once it's up. You try to think of something off-putting, but Shasta's globes keep bouncing around in your mind.

You wish you could have her, but know that by doing that you will hurt the Dongleferry's if you did. You don't want to repay their kindness with fucking their daughter. For hobbits, sex is a taboo. So interracial relations were out of the question.

So what to do with this massive erection?