Try Once more to Meet the Chief

 Forcing herself to stand on shaking legs, drenched from head to toe in tingling sharpclaw cum, the determined Krystal once again approaches her goal, only to be stopped by a second guard.
 "Want meet chief, must clean.  Chief no like seconds."
 'You must be kidding me.'  Refusing to give up, Krystal makes her way back to the lake for another bath, where the chill  water plays havoc with her hypersensitive nipples and clit, and waves of pleasure run through her with every touch.  Night has fallen when she finally manages to finish scrubbing and make her way back through the torchlit village.  She walks up to the guards once more, only to be told
 "Chief sleeping.  Come back in morning."
 'After all that effort.  Someone is laughing at me.'  Deciding she might as well try to get some rest, Krystal wanders back to Liz's dwelling and collapses onto wooden bed- which feels better than anything she's ever slept on.
  'What a day.  Maybe I'll wake up to find this was all a crazy nightmare."  She drifts off.