Some alone time for Mira.

Mira scraped off the dried beer and grime on her skin, sinking into the cold pool. She shivered as she got used to the temperature, eager to get clean. The warrior’s mind wandered as she touched her skin, tracing over a few of her many scars.

She thought of what had happened and what her friends were going through. If Khala, Lex, Ariane and even Q’rin were alright. She imagined what they might be doing at that very moment.

As she bathed, her mind went back to Lex, her half-elven boyfriend. That time he spied on her while she was bathing by the waterfall and then again in the bathhouse. In this dark cavern, would his elf-eyes see her even now? It surprised her how little she minded the thought of him spying on her, unlike the moment it actually had happened. In fact, the thought excited her.

Mira’s hands started to roam her skin, more to caress than to wash now. She missed Lex’s touch, not that she’d admit it to his face. Would he stay to watch her touch herself or join her in the water? He nipples were already hard nubs due to the cool water, but now they also stood due to arousal. Her fingers slid over her perky breasts and rubbed them, causing a small moan to escape her lips.

Then there was the episode with the fairy, after Mira and Lex had made love on the tower by the lake. She was terrified but had to admit to herself that the fear of getting caught naked in the streets had excited her. Her hands kept teasing her nipples at her memory, goose bumps spreading over her skin as she inhaled sharply. Or when her hands were bound behind her back, she felt so helpless. What if someone caught her? Her body displayed for all to see with her hands bound like that. She could only shudder at all the depraved thoughts that came rushing through her mind. She let out a moan as she pinched her nipples, delving deeping into her fantasies.

Her mind wandered further from the familiar, to those dwarf skeletons in the tavern. They groped and hollered at her, like she was some common tavernwench. Her disgust was palpable at first, but with every gulp of dwarven ale, her defences melted away. What if she had not found that key? What would they have done to her?

Her hands rubbed down her belly to her mound, and she exhaled sharply as her fingers touched her already excited nether lips. Would they have stripped her and used her for their amusement? But what could they even do? They had no tongues or cocks, only their bony fingers. Mira felt depraved for even thinking about it such things.

As she started to caress her pussy more and more, Mira tried to stifle her moans, she didn’t want to alert Sir Otto, which also made it more exciting. What if he caught her? Would he be the stoic Paladin he appeared to be? Or would his shell crack and he couldn’t control himself? With mirth, Mira imagined Ariane’s face, if she managed to seduce Sir Otto where the elf had failed. Or maybe, he would be furious and punish her for doing something so depraved in their dire situation? Would he spank her? Her body shuddered at the thought.

Mira had closed her eyes in the pool, small mewls and moans escaping her lips as she caressed, touched and explored her body. She was in her own world of fantasies and what-ifs, when she heard something coming from above. A strange sound came from the direction of the huge dwarf head, that spewed water into the pool.