Not much, thankfully.

I lay there, waiting for the burning pain of Sarah's divine blade to punch through my chest. I expected the metal of her armor to burn me, but it felt cool on my back as she shifted her weight around, presumably getting the right angle to pierce my heart. Seizing the moment, I waited until she felt less balanced and threw as much **** as possible into rolling over, trying to throw her off. It half worked, and I found myself on my back, but Sarah regained her footing almost immediately and straddled my waist. Before I could even think of another plan of action, any way to escape from this divine power, her lips crashed into mine and I found myself in a passionate kiss. Her tongue met mine, the kiss becoming heavier as we fully embraced one another. Her armor, previously a pristine white, had become a deep, warm black, still inlaid with twisting gold. Her sword was still in its sheath on her back, but the metal of it had similarly inverted and the sapphires had become emeralds, the exact shade of Sarah's eyes. The leather had changed too, now the verdant green of rose bush leaves and poison ivy. Finally, the two of us came up for air.

"You aren't getting rid of me that easily." She said, a cheeky smile on her face and smoldering desire in her eyes. I took a moment to catch my breath before swallowing and matched her smile.

"Wouldn't dream of it. But when you're a bastion of evil energy, it tends to be a good idea to run when things start glowing with divine power." Especially when they instantly petrify one of my small number of available minions.

Sarah laughed. "Maybe you should have a little more faith in my individuality." He lowered her head again and we shared a softer kiss.

With that, we got up off the ground. I did my best to clean the mud and pumpkin off myself, but it was an ultimately futile effort. Sarah helped, but focused most of her efforts on my ass and thighs. I would have taken advantage of the situation, but having mud on my cock was bad enough, I couldn't imagine how bad it would be inside Sarah's vagina. Somewhat cleaner in body, but far dirtier in mind, we trudged back to the farmhouse. Sarah's father was nowhere to be found, having presumably left to either celebrate the defeat of his hated pumpkins or to find safety once beams of light began shooting from the house. Gnarl and the other minions had also disappeared, presumably either crumbled to dust or escaped back to the tower. Once we got to the house, I started putting my armor back on, Sarah helping with the more difficult straps. As I dressed, I explained about my search for the tower heart.

"You wouldn't have any idea where something with that amount of power could be?" I figured it couldn't hurt to ask, although I was sure something that valuable was locked up tight.

My armor back on, Sarah bent over and picked up the box that the sword had been in. As soon as she touched it, a wave rippled across the surface of the stone in the center, turning it the same green as the one set in the sword. She looked over her shoulder at me "Y'know, I think there might be something on the farm that fits the bill. The halflings brought it in before they took over."

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No way. No fucking way.