Oh yes, you indulge deeply.

Who cares anymore? You can feel yourself, slipping, falling into despair and apathy. After so many days of running, rushing, and fighting...only to fail. You're tired of it. So incredibly tired. Your role in this story is finished. At the least, you will enjoy this one last moment with a beautiful woman and close this chapter of your life. Maybe even find a boat to take you to some faraway land and forget all of this.

In a way it was liberating, all your fettering convictions falling away, one by one. Before you knew it, your hands were moving of their own accord, and your mouth was against Kiraea's skin, tasting her flesh and caressing her with your tongue.

"Yes." She whispers huskily as you knead her breasts. "Take me."

Now you lie above her, the Elfwoman's legs spread apart and wrapped around your waist. Your thrusts are quick and hard, as you slide the entire length of your shaft in and out of her. With each penetration, she moans deeply and rakes your back with her nails.

Now she is on her knees, taking you in her mouth. Her tongue dances along the veined flesh of your penis, leaving a thin trail of saliva in its path. She fondles your balls with one hand, and with the other she grabs your hips, pulling you fiercely towards her. More of your manmeat enters her mouth, and she swallows it all in.

Now she is on all fours, as you slam into her from behind. Your cock is buried deep inside her, and you squeeze the cheeks of her bottom hard, fingernails digging into her pillowy flesh. She grinds back into you and you can see her ass jiggling each time your privates collide.

Now she is on top, riding you hard. Her hips rock back and forth, your hands guiding her. You reach up to fondle her breast again, and she is happy to indulge you. Kiraea looks down at you, licking her lips, and rotates her hips in a figure-8 pattern. Just when you think you get a handle on the pattern, she changes it again, this time bouncing up and down your cock.

When the rising climax comes, you don't even try to resist it. You surrender yourself to the pleasure, spreading your seed in her mouth, on her belly, and in her pussy. Your euphoric cry cuts through the night sky as a screen of white flashes in your eyes.

Kiraea peers down at you, looking bored. "Is that it? How disappointing." She says, "I had expected much more world-shaking sex than that. Well, at least one of us enjoyed the experience, I suppose..." She grumbles some more as she dismounts you. The Elf steps over you to reach for her clothes, and begins dressing.

For a few moments you just lie there, unmoving. A part of you wants to shout, to make a frustrated scream at the heavens. Another part wants to cry, for the loss of your family, your friends, and your lovers. While another just lies there, within your body, dead to the world. You think about Tri'lanna and Ceinwyn, that maybe they could still continue to fight. But who are you trying to fool? The entire city of Elohin is against them, and Nautilex defeated him, and the Shining Stone vanished into the river. They are most likely dead by now.

"It appears that our time is up, human." You look up to see Kiraea fully dressed. "I will head east and intercept my mother's men, redirecting them. For you, there is a beaten path further on in those trees, if you wish to take it." She points at a thicket of trees, which looks very much like any other group, and leaves without another word. She never even said your name, or said goodbye.

You watch the Elven woman passively, marking how she picks her way through the overgrown plants, and realize that she is not very pretty at all. She moves clumsily through the grasses and she has a face too haughty. Tri'lanna has a more catlike grace, both sensual and gorgeous, that makes your heart dance to a musical tempo when you think about it. Ceinwyn's youthful innocence simply made the world a brighter place. Both of them were quick to laugh and smile, each of them showing pure, honest happiness when they were around you. When they were around, you truly felt like a hero and believed the world could be saved. Yes, in every way you can imagine, Tri'lanna and Ceinwyn were more beautiful.

You weep.