Throw something

You look around and find a rock near the stream bank, but, weak and shaking from the demon cum in your system, the rock bounces harmlessly off the side of the tower and disappears into the tall grass. You start to look for another, when a voice issues from the tower window.

"Hold your horses," the sorcerer says, leaning out the window to look down at you. "I'll be down in a minute to discuss your reward for escaping my dungeon. Why don't you wash up in the stream while you wait?" He retreats into the tower.

Reward? After what you've been through, the only reward that will satisfy you would be to beat his face to a pulp. Or is it? You suffered terribly. It would only be fair to be compensated for your humiliation. Kicking the shit out of the sorcerer might make you feel better, but it won't last. It isn't something concrete. You suppose you can at least hear him out before you decide.

You step down into the stream, the knee-deep water cool, but not cold, and wash the sand and cum off your body. You shudder and gasp as you run your hands over your skin, pleasure whispering through your body. Maybe you can get the sorcerer to lift this curse as part of your reward.

Feeling a little better, you climb out of the stream, the breeze raising goosebumps on your damp skin, and are surprised to see a door in the base of the tower, and the sorcerer standing just outside, the silver threads embroidering his robes sparkling in the sun.

"Where is my reward?" you ask, looking at his empty hands.

"What would you like?" he responds. "I can do, or give you, almost anything."