Quite the contrary, actually

Given everything that had happened in such a short space of time, you wouldn't have been surprised if Asta had decided, in that moment, to turn her axe on you. After all, you had shown up, changed by a Dark Artifact now bound to your arm and hungry for the blood of the dwarf warrior, and then proceeded to battle her master to near-**** before sadistically leaving him to bleed out and die slowly. Even with what she had just done herself to Rolf, it wouldn't have been that surprising if she turned on you while you were wounded in order to cut you down before you turned your wrath upon her. While you didn't think you felt a particularly large amount of wrath towards her, she didn't know that and would have every right to try and put down a potential threat to her life before it could be fully brought to bear against her.

So, as she turned to you, you tried to bring your hands up to guard yourself as best you could from an attack that could have been coming...but found yourself instead assaulted by a sobbing dwarf woman who had decided to hug you instead of hack you to ****. You couldn't say which would have hurt more, however, as Asta's embrace served to jostle your wrenched arm and send searing pain through your wounds quite sharply. You sucked in a breath sharply through your teeth as you focused instead on Asta's blubbering as she sobbed into your midsection, your skin already slick with her tears.

"I'm so sorry! Jacen, I'm s-s-so sorry! I should h-h-have stopped them! B-b-but I was scared! I was scared! I-i-i-it's no excuse, but s-s-still I'm sorry and I'm so glad you're alive!", she sobbed out as she buried her face against your stomach, "I knew you were alive! I j-j-just knew it!"

You were so taken aback by this sudden outburst of emotion that you reacted more instinctively than thoughtfully when you picked up your good arm and wrapped it about her as best you could. "Er, y-yes, that's...that's all right, Asta. It's all right. I'm alive.", you say and then give a pained grunt as she squeezes you a bit tighter, "Urgh...alive, but not exactly well. If you wouldn't mind loosening your hold just a bit, please. I'm not quite in one piece, you understand?"

"Oh!", she cries out in sudden realization and panic, "Oh, that's right! You're hurt! Oh, gods, you've gotten so hurt! Please, sit! Let me tend your wounds at once before they get any worse!"

"Er, you don't really have to. I mean, I did get these wounds fighting your, um, your former master so I could understand if...", you start to say but she stops you with a scoff and a shake of her head.

"Don't think anything of that, Jacen. After what he's done...he deserved worse.", she replies darkly, her eyes clouded and her mouth tight for a moment as her expression shows for that instant a lifetime of repressed anger and hate for the one she had once called master. She had hated him, it was clear, but it was not clear just how much she had hated him until she had put axe to genitals, you supposed.

You try and shrug off that bit of grisly imagery (and to avoid looking at the reminder of it gurgling a few yards off) as Asta retrieves a rudimentary first aid kit from her pack. As she does this, you find all the adrenaline that had been keeping you upright and ready to fight drain from you all at once and you find yourself down on your rear before you even realized you meant to sit down. Your limbs feel heavy and your body aches from a million places as you suddenly feel every pain and strain from the fight you'd just been in assaulting you all at once. It had taken much out of you, this battle, and you felt so completely drained you didn't think anything would be able to help.

Still, Asta tried her best, coming over to you with her bandages and salves to try and help you. She stripped out of her outer armor, taking leather gloves and chain from her body to leave her only in a sleeveless leather jerkin that hugged her broad but pleasantly curved form tightly. She tied up her brown locks behind her head so that they would not get in the way as she began to spread salves upon her palms and then rubbed her palms over your body gently. Her palms were calloused, as one would expect of a squire who had been worked as hard as she had been, but her touch was tender as she spread the cooling salve over your shoulders and chest. The pungent odor of the mixture cleared your sinuses and the touch of the lotion stung at your wounds even as it soothed, but it wasn't even that which truly soothed your pain, you found, but her touch.

And why wouldn't her touch soothe you? After all, you'd found comfort in the touch and company of the other females you'd encountered thus far, hadn't you? More than that, you'd found strength and recovery in their touch and their very bodies, hadn't you? You recalled feeling your body strengthening and changing when you'd roughly lost your virginity to the naiad and remembered wounds being healed and energy being regained as you'd lost yourself in lust with Petra's mud golem form as you had. You wondered, then, would the same prove true if you were to do such a thing with Asta? You doubted her first aid kit would do much for you, after all, but her body, the pleasure you could take from her...well, that just might.

Almost as if echoing your thoughts, Asta mumbled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Jacen. I don't think I have nearly enough bandages or salves in my pack to cover all your wounds. You've been hurt so badly. I don't think I can do much to help at all."

She said this with a frown on her face and her wide eyes nearly filled with tears as she tenderly touched at your chest, tracing at the deep gash that Rolf had dealt you there. Her concern was touching, really, and almost made you ashamed for thinking about trying to use her body for your own benefits, both of the health and carnal pleasure varieties. Almost, but not quite, it seemed, as you reached out with your ungauntleted hand and gently grasped her by the waist, suddenly pulling her towards you and causing her to tumble forward into your lap with a surprise yelp. With you on the ground, you ended up nearly face to face in your new position and she looked up to you with flushed cheeks and confusion in her eyes.

"There is something you can do to help, Asta.", you tell her, leaning forward close and letting your lips brush gently against hers, "Lay with me."

"Wh-what? I-I-I...", she stammered, clearly flustered.

"I cannot explain, Asta, but...I have changed. The gauntlet has done it. I can...be healed by your touch. By being with you in such a fashion. It would help me, Asta.", you tell her with urgency and lust coloring your tone, her closeness coupled with the gauntlet's dark urging making your blood run hot and your manhood grow painfully erect within your breeches and against Asta's groin as she sat atop you, "And...I want to do this with you. I have for a long while. I simply never had it in me to admit it until now."

"Jacen...I...", she whispered breathlessly, looking confused and desirous all at once as your last heartfelt words seemed to reach her more deeply than any other...even if they were only partly true. True, you did want to do this with her and her attraction to you before all of this helped that, you would be lying if you said you felt any sort of true romantic attachment to her. Perhaps you could have, before having been changed as you had, but now...well, now you wanted her as a man wanted a woman and that would simply have to be enough.

But was it enough to sway her to the decision on her own or would you have to be more direct about it?