Someone rescues you from the river

Cold. Your body tumbles under and over, bumping along the bottom of the rushing waters and propelling forward. As the river carries you further onward, you feel a burst of pain at the side of your head when you are thrown roughly against a boulder, causing your head to collide on its surface. Your vision swims and as you are thrown over and over again, you start to lose all sense of time.

There is a heavy splash near you and suddenly you've stopped moving, caught by some sort of heavy, fishing net. You can feel ropes cutting deep against your skin, but you cling to the net desperately and as you are pulled aground, you are rewarded when soft hands pull you up out of the river. Alongside the sucking sound as you escape the water, you hear a smaller splash behind you just as you step onto firm ground.

Whirling around, you catch a glimpse the brown leather of your rucksack bobbing up once over the surface of the water, before all of your belongings are devoured by the river, carried far away from the shore and from you.

"No." You croak, realizing too late that the Shining Stone was in your pack.

You look up at your savior, hoping that it was Ceinwyn or perhaps Tri'lanna. Then maybe you could tell them what's wrong. But instead you are looking into the violet-tinged eyes of Tri'lanna's sister, Kiraea.

Kiraea looks down on you pityingly and produces a thick, woolen-spun cloth from some pouch. She wraps it around you, twice over, and huddles up next to you to keep you warm. Her arms twine around your back and her legs entangle with yours, sharing the heat from her body. You are too tired to resist or even ask questions.

A few minutes later, after the cold has been chased away, you stand up again, your knees wobbly and you're ready to pitch over. You're exhausted from the fight and disoriented from the fall and being tossed in the river. You can feel your head pounding away, but there is still a sensation that there is still something...something to do.

"Nothing?" Kiraea asks as she stands up after you, "You won't even speak to me? Not even a word of thanks? I just saved your life, Hans. I would hope that demands a favor in return."

Suddenly, you become aware of the fact that you are alone with a beautiful and desirous Elven woman. Some of the water from the river still remained and transfered to her bosom, making the silken fabric cling to her breasts and accentuate her curves. You can see her nipples harden underneath her clothes and her thighs rub together. No wonder she was so warm.

"What do you want from me?" You ask slowly, already expecting the answer.

Kiraea inches closer, pressing her voluptuous body up against yours. You can feel the lusty heat radiating off of her, the squash of her breasts against your chest. Your hands betray you as they rest their palms against her hips, full and firm. She stands up on her toes and blows softly into your ear, nibbling your earlobe, nipping at the nape of your neck. "I want you, Hans. Ever since we met in my front garden. I want that little piece of man-meat between your legs. I want to taste it in my mouth, to feel it inside me. I want you to push me down against the grass and ravage my womanhood. I want you. To. Fuck. Me." Her hand slowly snakes downward between your legs,

You stifle a groan when you feel her hands deftly massaging your crotch, seeking your cock beneath the fabric. Gripping her fiercely, you enjoy one brief, luxurious moment of pleasure. Her hands are smooth, so smooth, and her strokes make you want to come just from that alone. But you rally your willpower again and try to push her away. "No," You say weakly, "I can't. I need to...I need to..."

You need to what? You ask yourself, looking downwards. The game is over, and you're the loser. The Shining Stone is lost. Your allies have betrayed you or otherwise abandoned you. What's holding you back? When you return to the present and look back up at Kiraea, you can see her staring at you.

"I'll scream." She says, "If you take even two steps away from me, I'll raise my voice and a dozen of my mother's riders will come bearing down on you. You are not getting away from this, Hans, so instead," Kiraea leans forward, guiding your hands from her hips up to her breasts, "Indulge yourself."