Parrying Sounds Painful. Probably Don't Try it.

Okay, so there’s a sword at your throat and you’re pretty sure it just nicked you a bit, so not a fake foam sword. Also, the person holding the sword is definitely worked-up from being spied on, as evidenced by her heaving breasts- uh, breaths. Well, both.

Alright, so how do you get out of this? Given that your first impulse was to claim to be a federal booty inspector, you're probably lucky that the problem is abruptly solved for you. As those luminous iceberg eyes go from narrowed in anger to widened with shock, the woman abruptly goes on one knee before you.

"My Prince!" she says, addressing your feet, "I'm so sorry! I didn't realize it was you. Please, you have to forgive me, I really didn't mean to!"

Wow, she's really committed to staying in character. Also, gotta say, this whole beautiful naked woman kneeling at your feet thing? Pretty hot. You take a second just to look down and admire her clean and unblemished back.

She's clearly waiting on a response of some kind. Best to play along, right? We can't just stay here with her kneeling at your feet forever, right? I mean, probably not. Better do something before she gets sick of staying in character and decks you for seeing her naked.

Quick, what's something regal and princely to say?

"Uh... no problem," you proclaim regally, "my faithful... subject? I was clearly at fault." This isn't so hard. You could really get into this whole prince thing! "That water looks cold. You can stand if you want, uh, loyal friend-o". A+ princing. You're practically that dude from Hamlet.

She raises her head to look up at you and you think you catch a glimpse of a smile before her eyes widen with shock once more. Oh, right, you're dick's still majestically and gloriously out and it's pretty much right in her eyeline. Also, as previously mentioned, the gorgeous kneeling woman thing? Hot.

At the sight of your nine-inch cock, she flushes a delicate pink and babbles unintelligibly as she scrambles along the bank towards the pile of clothing. In another flurry of motion (and this time, you do catch some of that bouncing and jiggling) a shirt and a pair of pants come flying at you and the last thing you see of her is a toned rear end scurrying away back to the campsite as she yelps over her shoulder "I washed your clothes see you after you wash bye!"

Well, you found pants! Woo! Mission accomplished! Go Team Boy Scout! However, a new problem has come to your attention, one that you're definitely going to have to solve sooner rather than later. With the revelation that this gorgeous, athletic, stacked woman not only gets in the habit of kneeling at your feet but is also fucking bashful, you're harder than you've ever been in the last ten minutes. So, after carefully placing the pants you so successfully quested to find on the streambank, you wrap your fingers around your new and improved cock and start to jack off. It's definitely different than what you've worked with in the past, but pretty soon you think you've gotten the hang of it. Time to enjoy yourself, right? It's not like you're in a rush.

As your eyes close, your thoughts begin on her tits, luscious and bouncing. You imagine how it would feel to sink your hand into them. You imagine her tiny gasp of pleasure as you tease one of those tiny pink nipples between your fingers. You imagine her boobs swinging wildly beneath her as she's on all fours before you, as you thrust into her, that toned ass slapping against you over and over as she stifles her cries until she can't anymore, little gasps segueing into moans turning into her screaming your name. You imagine her on her knees in front of you, those stormcloud eyes staring worshipfully up at you as her mouth moves up and down on your dick, up and down and-

"Hi!" Someone chirps behind you, "Whatcha doing?"

In a flurry of movement, you scream, cover yourself, grab for your clothes, and look in every direction at once. When you fail to do any of the above at all, instead you fall into the stream.