"I...I came."
Tiki's breathless wonder passed as her hands listlessly scooped and dropped water over her body. She paid no heed or mind to if she'd even gotten the exalted seed off her before she rose up again. More seed dripped out of her recently-used pussy and lingered on the surface. On a pure whim, she dipped a finger down and scooped up a dollop of salty spunk before it slipped away. Her tounge slithered out and collected it for a taste.
"Mmm...it's...it's good," she mused as she struggled to her feet. The simple yet laborious task of redressing herself was done in a haze as her mind swam with haggard thoughts.
She was near a dangerous threshold and one that she wasn't sure she should dare to cross. If she persisted in these antics, her power would awaken in full, and she'd have to trust that both these stones and the Shepherd's stock would be able to coax her back down. What had slowly crept up through disappointment or bemusement had nearly erupted onto the hapless Exalt. And if it had, he wouldn't have been able to leave this grotto. Not on his own two feet.
Perhaps not even with breath in his lungs.
"I...I must choose. Soon," she resolved as she sat on the moss bed again. Her hands shakily reached up and tied a sloppy ponytail up the thunderous clanks of armor made her ears twitch as she awaited the next man's entrance...
"Good evening, Lady Tiki. I have brought you some tea if you are interested."
Tiki blinked as the master knight bowed in her presence. The kettle steamed in his hand as he rose back to his full, impressive height. "You are...Frederick, yes? The Wary?"
"A title I hold with pride, though hardly one that befits divine lips," he solemnly declared.
The Voice hummed as he stepped forward and offered her the kettle again. She shook her head in response. "The tea won't be necessary now. I trust you know why you are here."
Frederick set the kettle down on the ground and stepped forward. His armor nearly blinded her in the fading daylight as he stood at attention. "Yes - I spoke with Lord Chrom after he left you. I am aware of the situation."
"You are...is that so," she mused with a mirthless chuckle. Tiki settled back and opened her legs to expose her still-bare and still-wet pussy. "Then come forth, Sir. Knight - you have a dragon to slay~"
He didn't respond in any way to her call except to meticulously disarmor and disrobe himself. Tiki bit back her disappointment at his lack of response as more and more of his impressive physique was exposed. In little time he stepped forward, bare to the feet as a mighty lance hung and swung between his legs.
He motioned to join her on the moss bed.
Tiki rose up suddenly. "Wait"
He did as she asked and let her turn towards the tree. The rosette pedals still softly fell around them as a smile curled on her lips. "Against the tree -take me there."
Frederick said nothing but merely followed her hypnotic hips as she sashayed to the bark. Her fingers curled into the bark just as his larger hands wrapped over her hips. The Voice shuddered under his meticulous touch as he pushed his dick against her. "If that is your request," he grunted into her ear.
Tiki shuddered in bliss as she was stuffed up again. Her nails traced over the tree as she shuddered and mewled. "Yesss...now go - hard and fast," she commanded.
Frederick reluctantly complied with her demands and swiftly set down the pace she desired. Whatever trepidations he had were put on hold as he dutifully fulfilled the mission his liege had placed upon him. Him, and the rest of the Shepherd men.
"O-Ooh, very go-ooooo-d," Tiki cooed in approval as she rolled her hips back. His fingers dug into her sides as she ground against his long, hard lance. The delightful sensations made her lips smack as she panted openly. "yes-sss!"
The Voice arched back as she rubbed her bosom against the tree. The tinges from the bark clashed with Frederick's thrusts and made her already-sensitive nerves flare-up. Sweat poured from her in rivulets between her gooseflesh-laden skin. Her pleasured moans and mewls morphed into something else.
Something almost feral.
Frederick's hackles stood up as he watched the Manakete on his cock with a wary eye. He'd been at least partially debriefed on the circumstances that had changed this admittedly shameful affair. Still, he swallowed his pride as a knight and focused on performing his liege's will. Not for the sake of his own pleasure, but for the fate of the world.
"Hah! Hah! O-Oooh!"
Tiki hissed and writhed under the intense weight of her own euphoria. Drool poured from her gritted teeth as she pumped back against the stalwart knight. Her toes curled against the rocks at her feet as her heels arched up. The moist, tight grip of her pussy squeezed around the knight's mighty lance as he worked tirelessly to lay the dragon.
This - this is what she wanted. What she needed to temper her once her powers were unshackled upon the world. Tiki's usually-serene mind was flooded with the thoughts, nay -the desires that brought her so dangerously close to degeneracy. The cost of her divine power.
And a price she found herself eager to pay.
"Aha...I-I'm so close," she grunted under her breath. Her eyes rolled up as erotic visions erupted through her battered mind. The notion to be taken in such a manner every night after laying waste every day spoke to her. Sung to her. Called her in a way that the Voice was so eager to respond in kind. Her eyes clenched shut as she felt the climactic heat build inside her.
She was close - so dangerously close.
"Hrmph!"
Tiki's eyes flew open as the knight pumped his rich, potent seed into her womb. Her gaze darted between the man behind her and the rather large, deep claw marks she'd left on the bark. Marks that were wider than her fingers. The euphoric high that she'd straddled slipped out of her grasp as she brought herself back down to earth.
Reluctantly.
He pulled out of her pussy and stepped back. She swiftly returned to the moss bed before any of his seed slipped down her long, luscious thighs. "T-That will be all, Sir Frederick. I thank you for your services," she hurriedly dismissed him.
Frederick gave a polite bow before he redressed himself. Tiki kept her back to him as he re-armed himself and left her grotto. Only after his steps faded from her ears did she finally turn and expose the fire on her sweaty cheeks.
"M-Mother, help me," the Manakete whined as her hips ground together. She felt his load churn in her womb but had no interest in getting herself fresh for the next man. Not when her thoughts and her desires clashed so greatly and vigorously.
Slowly, her fingers traced down to play with her loins. The light, feathery toches made her wince and hiss but she didn't push away. Instead, she dipped a finger into her messy pussy. "O-Oooh~"
One by one she added fingers as her pace sped up. Her other hand reached up and feverishly groped her aroused breast. The persistent, vigorous attack made her shudder and gasp. She ignored her senses and focused instead on the pure euphoria for gods only know how long.
It didn't matter - nothing mattered. Only the needs and the pleasure that she greedily desired. She grasped for it with every rapid stroke and rough grope until she was lightheaded. But it would be so worth it if she could just reach out and-
"-ki?"
"Ngh?!"
Her eyes snapped wide open as she locked gazes with...Robin.
The tactician said nothing as he watched the Voice. Even in her shock her hands lingered and persisted in their ministrations. He could see the pure, unfettered lust in her eyes, unfocused as they were. It's like she didn't see him - sensed his presence perhaps, but her eyes were elsewhere beyond him.
She blinked and was gone - back in her world of self-indulgent euphoria. Robin watched her eyes roll up as her fingers sped up. The loud squelches as her digits pumped in and out of her pussy and the hypnotic bounce of her breasts as she groped herself had quite the impact on the tactician.
Without breaking eye contact or daring to speak, he fished into his pants and pulled out his cock. If she were lucid and attentive she may click her teeth at such a...admittedly modest girth. Hardly the biggest she'd experienced so far. But that hardly mattered - a cock was a cock.
"Cock… c-cooock. Cock cock cowk CAAAWK!"
The Voice's babbles rang in Robin's ears as he grappled with his own desires. His hand pumped up and down as he watched the Manakete fuck herself to a climax. Her holy juices fired off across the ground as broken screams echoed through the grotto. He remained rooted on his feet as he coaxed his own pleasure at the sight.
"R-Robin, get over here - now!" she panted. Her broken, frustrated grunt snapped him out of his lustful stupor as she rolled off the moss and presented her wet pussy to him. He couldn't get his clothes off fast enough to take her invitation. And her.
Tiki rolled her hips as she gripped the stone for support. This was it -this was the threshold. This would determine if she'd made the right choice to save or damn this world. Everything that had been done by her mother or those chosen few were put at risk because of her own power and the selfish desire to use it freely. Her last chance to stay her hand was now.
And once he pumped his hips in, it was already too late.
"Ooooh, yessss~" she hissed as her nails curled into the rock. Her breast bounced with every wild thrust. Gasps and grunts poured from her lips as freely as spit. The same holy voice that could reach the very ears of Naga now echoed and rattled off the grotto's walls as she succumbed to her own, selfish desires.
Robin's hands swiftly grabbed her hips as he set a feverish, frantic pace. Her lustful groans and growls spurred him on as it sent shivers down his spine and set his blood to boil. "G-Gods...so tight," he grumbled.
Tiki's ear twitched at his words even as the meaning was utterly lost in her sexual stupor. His voice was lost in the void of euphoria that she'd riled herself into. The loud, thunderous clap of skin-on-skin was all that rattled between her skull. She couldn't hear anything else - see anything else. None of her senses allowed her anything yet the mind-melting pleasure that threatened to drive her to madness.
Robin's own body was in a similar state as something compelled him forward. Something that went beyond the mere desire for satisfaction. As he pounded into Naga's daughter with a force possessed, it felt like the most decadent of victories over a slight not levied onto him.
A sinful union between the faultless.
"Yes! Yes! Yesss! Fuck me Robin - fuck MEEEEEE!"
Tiki's shrill scream pounded into his skull until he retaliated against her. His palm thrust back and landed a fierce blow onto her globulous buttcheek. The resounding 'Crack!' sharply rattled through the grotto followed by the Manakete's yelp.
"Eyah! Yes, Yesss! A-Again!" she pleaded. He didn't comply with her wish and instead pushed her down onto the stone. Her eye darted back against him as pure unfettered desire overwhelmed her. Her loins clamped down around his shaft as he struggled to drill Naga's daughter until the friction became too much to endure.
"G-Gods!"
He pumped copious amounts of seed into her spunk-stained womb. But even as the flow filled her up they continued on. Their feverish thrusts churned out extra cum until it webbed between their wild loins. Robin blindly hunched over her until his hand found root on the rock for support. Tiki's cheek rubbed against the stone as she rode out her climax.
Or rather, the prelude of her climax.
She needed it - she craved it. The true release that she was on the cusp of. Her body went stiff as she was dragged over the ground at Robin's mercy on the foot of the stone, mossy bed. Slowly, her nails dug into the rock until she could find purchase within the newly-carved welts. He remained ignorant of this as his fell-gained power rammed down on her.
Tiki's eye twitched as her nostrils flared. The potent musk of sex that had clung to this sacred ground bored into her skull and left deep, lasting imprints on her mushy brain. Drool poured from her lips in droves just as her sweat seeped over her wary body. Robin's deep, haggard breath made her ear twitch as she succumbed to her desires.
The tactician did not pause his strokes, not even for a single breath. His taxed body screamed in protest as whatever occupant that had taken root spurred him on and on. A deep, twisted voice spewed poison into his clouded mind as he sought true and utter dominion on the Manakete below him. So caught in such base and primal urges were he that the once-keen eyes missed the forthcoming signs that twitched over her body.
Her nails curled into the stone before she pushed herself back.
"Oof!"
Robin gasped as the wind was knocked from his lungs. His sore legs curled out below him as his back rubbed through his sweaty shirt and onto the harsh stone beneath. The weight on his crotch kept him pinned down as the now-upright Tiki slammed her hips atop him with a force that eclipsed his own. "I-Impossible," he growled.
The Voice had no words to return as she rolled and undulated atop him. He watched her disheveled ponytail as it whipped and slapped over her body. The bare hints of her nape peeked between verdant tresses along with the equally naked sights of her shoulders and back. He saw her ears twitch and shiver as she writhed atop him. He attempted to grab her hips but found no room to hold her sweaty, slick sides.
"Hah! Hah! Ha-aa-h! Haaaaah!"
Tiki's gasps and grunts echoed through the grotto as she sped up with every passing moment. Her frantic actions slowly turned her body until she now faced the tactician. Robin winced as the heat of her loins started to burn his crotch thanks to the friction of her thrusts. The lubrication of her arousal did little to salve his woes as his own thrusts grew weaker and weaker. Through half-clenched eyes, he looked up at the heavens and beheld the daughter of the gods herself.
'Is she...glowing?'
She slammed back down. Hard.
"EEEYAAAARRRRGH!"
A mighty bellow rattled the walls of the grotto and sent the cherry petals flying off the tree's branches. Waves crashed against the edges as the pool around them churned and roared. The moonlight overhead seemed to quiver in the face of divine power. But none of that could begin to compare to the transformation before Robin's very eyes.
Wings rose from Tiki's back and cast such otherworldly, ethereal light. A tail curled from her spine and lashed out mere hairs from his legs. Her eyes blazed with an unworldly glow as razor-sharp fangs peeked out from inside her gaping mouth. Her soft fingers curled as potent talons curled down.
Her transformation burned into the tactician's eyes as whatever fell influence slunk back. He didn't dare to breathe in the face of such radiant, inhuman beauty. All he could do was gawk as she effortlessly coaxed rope after sticky rope of seed from his loins.
He didn't know how long this lasted - minutes, hours, or even whole days could've passed him by. All he knew was that eventually, Tiki's body slumped over in post-climactic fits. Her hair, now wild and free, draped over her and down onto him as her newly-sprouted limbs. He gently tried to coax her off.
She jerked back down.
Robin blinked and gazed up at her as the Voice's hot, haggard breath rattled in his ear. He couldn't see her eyes through her disheveled, moon-kissed hair, but he well felt the inhuman gaze that pierced his very soul. The kind of gaze that made his breath hitch and his cock tremble not from anticipation. But fear.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as she slowly rolled her hips up. Her wings beat lazily overhead while her tail wrapped over his arm. From between the tresses by her face, he could just see the sinister gleam of her upturned lips.
This was far from over.
…
"-less and ir-...ble!"
"Expect thi-!-"
...
"Ugggggh"
"He's coming too!"
Lissa's frantic call cut short the argument between Chrom and Maribelle as the latter rushed to the tactician's side. The two blonde healers waved their staves over Robin's naked, weary body. The Exalt offered his trusted confidant and friend some much-needed water. "Drink this - you need it, Robin," he urged.
Robin complied and let the cold, crisp drink slide down his dry throat. His body twitched as the healing magic did its job. Slowly, his vision cleared as he croaked out a single, hoarse word. "W-Where?"
You're back at the infirmary, Robin," Maribelle explained as she brought her healing staff up to his bare chest. He winced at the sudden sensation as his sore muscles strained against her magic. "We...Tiki nearly killed you," she reluctantly explained.
"...H-H-How lo-ngh!"
"Can someone close the drapes?" Lissa called. Chrom quickly let the drape go to block out the midday sunlight. He turned back to his friend as Robin's vision adjusted again.
"H-How did...e...escape?" he asked.
The girls glared at Chrom, who at least had the decency to look abashed. "We...had to sacrifice someone to distract her," he reluctantly explained.
"Who?"
PLAP PLAP PLAP
The lascivious echoes rattled the grotto wall. Choppy water slapped against the rocks as the Divine daughter of Naga howled into the night. "YES YES YESSSSSH!"
Spit flew from Tiki's mouth as she bounced atop the man who held her aloft. Her naked, sweaty body slammed down onto the thick cock she'd been impaled upon. Her wings and tail had retracted again and left her mostly human in guise.
Her struggles and thrashes were barely impeded thanks to a bulging pair of tanned biceps wrapped around her outstretched thighs. Long disheveled hair coiled down and remained pinned against the ripped set of biceps and her bare back. She tipped her head back against his hands as her long tounge lulled and dangled out the side of her mouth. "M-More caaahck! MORE!"
Vaike grimaced behind her as he struggled to increase his pace. His legs stayed locked and firm as he picked up the holy Voice with the same ease as his own axe. Yet his impressive strength found itself clashed against his limits by the newly unfettered desires that had awakened within Tiki. 'This...this is nuts. She ain't anything like how she was before,' the Teach gawked at the regression of the once-proud holy dragon.
The Voice showed no signs of her earlier composure or grace. She was a wanton beast, a slave of her own desires and the raw carnal thirst that came from millennia of repression. Decorum and the notion of rationality had been cast aside as she fought his grasp and slammed her body down on his rock-hard dick.
And it felt amazing.
"G-Gods!" Vaike grunted at the sheer unrelenting tightness of the Voice. Each thrust felt as firm as the last, like the first time with a virgin again and again. As much as he struggled to keep up, the sheer taboo and succor of her delectable body spurred him on.
"Oh fuck, so good. S-shoooo guuud!" Tiki screamed out. His arms tightened around her and let her breasts flop and crash freely. Her arms and legs dangled in his hold as her fingers and toes curled and spasmed.
Vaike's pride twitched both in his loins and in his ego. The latter especially swelled until he could no longer contain his braggart ways. His competitive relationship with a certain exalted prince came out as he sneered in her pointed ear, "Hah, b-better than Chrom?!"
Tiki said nothing coherent in response, but her actions proved louder than words. Whatever growls came from her lips sent a justified chill down his back. Each grated grunt rattled his mortal body as he struggled to keep up his strokes. His footing shifted as he tried to keep himself planted. A slight shift made his cock rub against one of her most erogenous spots.
"CUM! GIMME CUM!"
The Voice's outburst blasted through the grotto as white-hot ecstasy washed over her. Her wings and tail burst forth again and sent her out of Vaike's grip. "Whoa watch o-ooOOOOOOOHH!"
His concern was cut off as her already tight pussy locked down on him. The orgasmic grip easily wrested his thick cum from his loins and right to her greedy womb. He stumbled back while Tiki landed on her legs and palms with nary a scratch on her. The same could not be said for the rock where her elongated claws gouged into the solid stone.
Vaike's hips jerked as he tried to thrust back, but the Voice's holy loins kept him in place. Slowly, his loads trickled as the orgasmic high rushed past him. Eventually, the force of her tight walls pushed his softening cock out and sent the rest of his seed onto the Manakete before him
"Haaaaaah~"
Naga's daughter cooed as the man's seed glazed over her. Her back and head were painted white until it drizzled down her sides. From her open maw came her tounge as she flopped and flailed against the cum that pooled around her
Vaike, now spent, stumbled back and landed flat on his rear. The impact made him wince with pain as he struggled to uncross his eyes. Somehow through the lingers of stars he could finally make out his handiwork - Lady Tiki, submerged in a puddle of cum.
His cum.
An arrogant chuckle passed his weary lips. He tried to shake his wild hair out of his eye as he weakly boasted, "H-haah….bet that's more than Chrom coul-"
Sluuuurp!
His boast was cut off as she loudly licked the ground. Tiki shifted up on her hands and knees as she began to lap and lick at the spunk-soaked rock. He watched her twirl in place as more seed leaked out of her stuffed loins before his eyes.
Teach was brash and bullheaded...but he wasn't suicidal. One look at the hypnotic sway as the voice lapped up his cum made his cock twitch painfully. But it wouldn't change his mind. If he went forward or sat there on his ass, he'd be dead before dawn. Drained dry by the inhuman sexual appetite that had claimed half the Shepherds thus far. So with a laborious effort, he managed to roll flat on his stomach and limped forward on his hands and knees.
Sluuuuuuuurp slurp slurp slurp
Vaike crawled away on his belly as the lascivious slurps echoed in his ears…
"Will you sit still, Robin?!" Lissa snapped as she tried to change the tactician's bandages.
On the opposite cot sat Vaike as he showed some manner of delight at the poor tactician's grief. "Heh, couldn't handle her huh Ro-Yow!"
"Oh no - you don't get to put on this chauvinistic bull-headed routine, you brute," Maribelle growled before she tightened down his bandage again. The taut cloth cut the circulation off from his bicep and made him wince.
"Geez, sorry," he mumbled as he rubbed the back of his head. Maribelle still glared at the braggart even as she slowly slackened his wraps. He gave his fingers a reflexive squeeze as the blood pumped back to his hand. "Hey Robin, you oka-aaaa-y?" he gasped.
Maribelle's fingers drew back as a spasm of pain shot over Vaike's bare chest. He fumbled for the nearby potent and chugged it down. The brash man winced back tears as he let the potion do its work. "Oh gods it hurts," he groaned.
"Really? You mean having your loins used like some gentleman-of-the-evening by a horny dragon leaves you unwell?" the prim and proper healer snarked. "Perish the thought."
"Mari, that's harsh," Lissa frowned as she gently tended to her patient's wounds. Robin groaned weakly under her care as she mumbled under her breath. "...I mean, you're totally right, but still."
The two nurses went on and on about their negative opinions on this charade as they tended to Vaike and Robin. Neither one noticed the dusky-headed woman that loomed right outside the infirmary tent or the redhead on the opposite end as they listened on…
"By Naga's grace."
A calm, almost melodiously deep voice snapped Tiki from her fervorous fingering. Or rather, her attention was shifted even as she vigorously pumped her digits in and out of her cum-coated snatch. Her other hand remained on her breast while she whipped her disheveled hair clear of her slitted eyes.
"So, these are the demons that you held back for so long," Libra shook his head and sighed. His tone carried no sorrow or anger, but merely pity. Pity that was lost to the feral Manakete before him. "I had aired my grievances to Lord Chrom about this plan...but had I known the full tale, I would've been here much sooner," he explained as he reached for the belt of his robes.
The Voice could barely comprehend his sorrow as she got the delightful whiff of masculine musk. The degenerated dragon stumbled off the rock and crawled towards Libra with hunger in her eyes. For his part, the priest simply removed his robes and presented his surprisingly fit body to her. And especially the holy scepter that dangled down between his legs. "May my services do what they may if it leads you back to Naga's loving bosom," he prayed without heed to his nude state.
Tiki drooled at the cock that dangled before her eyes. Her tounge curled out before she rushed forward and swallowed him whole. The sudden tight moistness of her mouth and throat made the war cleric wince. But he didn't even stumble back as he grunted out, "My...My fait-ngh!-h will guide you along."
The Manakete ignored him as she loudly slurped and slobbered on his dick. Spit poured from her plugged mouth until it had drizzled over her bare bosom and down to her navel. Her verdant locks clung to her sweaty body as she smashed her face against Libra's crotch. Still, the blond remained adamant in his will against the feral force of Naga's daughter.
Tiki's frayed mind slowly came to a realization - she wasn't getting the cum she wanted. Try as she might and suck as hard as she could, it couldn't coax out the syrupy ambrosia she so dearly sought. It vexed her to no end, especially after she went and put her fingers back in her moist loins.
Libra watched the Voice's pathetic prostrations with a look of pity. Yet not a single condemnation passed his lips. Not even when she pulled off and wheezed before him, tounge hung low out of her mouth. The priest leaned down and reached out his hand. "Speak, weary child - how may this humble servant aid you?" he begged her.
"N-Need… C-cuh-caaahk!" she gasped and struck out.
"Hmm?!"
The holy man stumbled back at the dragon that had latched around his torso. Her hot pussy rubbed against his hard, slobber-soaked shaft. With how sloppy her fellatio had been it was little wonder how easily she slid him into her tight dragon's hoard. "B-By Naga's grace," he grunted and squeezed her hips for support.
Tiki mewled and squeezed her legs around his back. Her nails lightly dug into his shoulders as she happily bucked and ground her crotch into his lap. Hisses and gasps oozed out of her gaped mouth and right against the pious man's ear. He shuddered, not simply from the lascivious lock on his back and loins, but also the profane words that passed the Voice's lips.
On and on she undulated in his grasp. The long girth managed to hit every single pleasurable spot in her velvet loins, even those that had remained neglected until now. Tears flowed from her upturned eyes, as easily as the drool and sweat that ran down her body in droves.
Libra's nose crinkled at the sinful stench that threatened to choke him where he stood. His legs stayed as firm as he could muster while his arms had the task to guide Tiki's way. She certainly had no room to complain as his well-toned arms effortlessly dragged and dropped her up and down his crotch. She couldn't possibly guess how long he'd gone. Only that eventually he grunted out a warning to her.
"I-I am close!" he declared before he slammed deep for the last time.
"YESSSSSSSH!" she hissed in delight. He tried to pull out but found such efforts impossible thanks to her iron-clad legs. His valiant attempts to withdraw from her holy loins were thwarted until her womb was further stained in his mortal seed. The rest leaked down from their joined crotches and puddled to the ground.
"Cu-cuuuum~"
Tiki extracted herself and scrambled to the floor before her. Libra attempted to collect his breath as the lascivious, sloppy slurps reached his ears. Once he found the strength to stand he gently bent down and cupped her head. She paused-mid suck with her tounge still trailed down to the stones below.
"Oh holy Naga, lead your precious daughter back to the righteous path. Deliver her from the temptations that have claimed her so that she may aid us and our world in our most dire of times. Show unto her the boundless love that dwells within you, as you have showered unto us all. May this humble servant's words reach you. Amen."
He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. The Voice stiffened in his gentle yet firm palms. Scaly eyes shifted and flickered back to more humanesque ones. From her throat came deep labored breaths.
"W-Who...where am...h-huh?"
Nothing answered her. No one answered her. She was alone in the grotto. Naked on the ground as her deep gasps echoed through the rocky walls. Alone with her thoughts.
And her regrets.
