"You are so very charitable, my love," Huving says, seemingly impressed by his wife's desire to stay by your side. "Thinking only on our ailing guest in his time of need."
He can't see the way Sabrianna's looking at you, like a predator preparing to pounce at her prey the moment the opportunity arises.
"I'll give you some privacy as you assist our mighty warrior with his clothes," Huving says.
You feel bad for the elf, so naive and unaware of how his wife is just waiting for him to leave so she can ride you like a steed.
The moment the door closes behind Huving, Sabrianna grips all the layers of blankets over you with one hand and pulls them off the bed in one smooth motion. You quickly spring up and move away from her.
"Brave froggy," she says seductively. "I want you to slay my monster. Be vigorous when you penetrate it, for it cannot be conquered easily."
You back into the wall, and she puts a hand on your chest to hold you in place as she puts another passionate kiss on your mouth.
There's one part of you that wants to cooperate with her. And that part of you is beneath your breeches, drawing your blood flow and pointing up at her like the arrow on a compass.
Still, you push her away.
Her green eyes open wider and she bats her dark lashes at you.
"Did milord not like the way I wielded his broadsword?"
"Your, umm, swordplay was very, uhh, skilled," you say. "But I think it would be better if you practiced it with your husband."
Sabrianna sighs, blowing her bangs up.
"Huving's only aroused by boring old myths and prophecies."
You sidestep her just as she lunges forward to try and kiss you again.
"There's a strict code of honor among the members of my guild," you tell her. "I shouldn't be cavorting with another man's wife."
You say it to remind yourself, too. The lusty way she's looking at you is still making you hard as iron.
"You think I'm his property?" Sabrianna says. "We don't even love each other. Our marriage was arranged by our families a long time ago."
"Your husband may be right on the other side of that door!" you hiss. "Come to your senses, woman!"
You grab your pants from the corner and are about to try to put them on when she yanks them out of your hand and hurls them across the room.
You wish she was helping you dress as she told her husband she would be. Instead, she seems to have decided to do the exact opposite and hinder you instead.
"What has possessed you?" you ask, moving away from her as she lunges forward with her lips puckered again.
"I cannot say. I have been quite taken with you ever since I first came near you. It is as though I am bewitched."
You gather up as many of your belongings as you can and while your arms are full she manages to wrap her arms around you and cover your face in kisses.
"My husband would rather spend his time consorting with elderly clerics and scholars," she murmurs, her face pressed up against the side of yours. "Stay here and let us keep each other company."
You struggle out of her embrace, ignoring the few items that have fallen from your grip, hugging the rest of your belongings tightly, and running and jumping out her bedroom window.
You try your best to get dressed as you flee, giving icy glares to the bemused citizens watching you wander their village mostly naked.
"Come back!" Sabrianna yells, sticking her head and arms out the window as if she can reach for you. "Or at least take me with you!"
You managed to slip away from her with most of what you need. You're in your boots, pants, undershirt, and leather mail and gauntlets by the time you reach the stable. You've got your utility belt and coin purse, with a small dagger in its sheath and your sword Babeslayer across your back. You've got your array of potions and your silver medallion bearing the sigil of the squatting frog.
Once in the stable, it takes you no time at all to find your loyal mount, Squito. With a swift swing of your dagger, he is untied and you are effortlessly throwing yourself on to his back.
You gallop out of the stable as you see Sabrianna trying to run towards you on foot, her bosom heaving under her tunic, her pleas for your affection more desperate than ever.
Soon, you find yourself riding Squito into the woods. You've barely made it into the trees before you hear an unsettling sound. Is this some slavering beast smacking its lips with hunger?
No, you soon discover. It's a young elfin couple passionately kissing behind a large tree. And they're not the only ones.
Everywhere you look you see lovers in each other's passionate embrace. Most of them are elfin couples, but hardly all of them. A stout dwarf is entangled with an elfin maiden at least twice his height. In a tree above, two dwarfs are making out on a branch, seemingly unworried by the way they're causing it to creak.
Two gnomes are making out in a bush.
"My hat's not the only thing that's long and pointy," the male says in a way that makes you recoil.
The female gnome seems to like it, though, from the way she chuckles naughtily and tackles the male to the ground.
Another gnome stands at the edge of a pond, kissing a mermaid (Mervia-maid?) as her fin splashes erratically in the water behind her.
They both glare at you as you pass on Squito.
"What are you looking at?" the gnome says with a sneer. "Mervert!"
Two goblins slam each other against tree trunks as they make out, while an elf has a lady orc's back pressed against a large boulder as he kisses her.
Was this really the forbidden forest, which rumor said no warrior could pass through alone and live to tell the tale? Had Sabrianna really found you lying along the edge of these woods, half-dead and barely able to remember who you are?
Or was that all a rumor spread by the villagers so they could sneak off into the trees for debaucherous encounters?
And how was this entire village so damned horny?
But as you and your loyal equine companion venture deeper into the woods, the amorous couples quickly thin out. Less sunlight penetrates the thick foliage. The path grows narrower and the branches thicker, and you find yourself grateful for your gauntlets as you push the thorny branches out of your face and duck under them.
You hear the sound of a wolf howling nearby. Now the unsettling sounds around you are definitely more animal than human.
As the ambient sounds send a chill down your spine, you find yourself thinking of Sabrianna. Her big-toothed, winning smile. Her plush lips. Her forceful embrace.
Perhaps you're coming to regret making the noble choice. You could do with some companionship right now. Other than your faithful horse, that is.
Perhaps it's not too late to return to the village and recruit allies as you had planned. Perhaps you'll even rescue Sabrianna from that loveless marriage she's trapped in.
You glance behind you, and then all around you. The path is growing harder to discern. You're no longer even sure which way you're going.
Or which way you've come from.
It's not like a noble monster slayer to give in to fear, especially not with his horse, armor, and weapons at his disposal. Not much further ahead there's a break in the canopy, allowing a beam of sunlight to shine on a wooden sign post. It identifies three pathways.
The first sign points straight ahead and bears the name of some land you can't even hope to be able to pronounce. The second points to the east and reads "To Grandmother's House" while the third points to the west and reads "To the Dwarven Mines."
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