Chapter Five: The Tunnels

Sigurd was enjoying licking his lover, but same as the first one, Ashwyn pulled from him too. He was so engrossed with what he was doing he didn't hear the words exchanged. All he saw next was Lopiena licking her way up his body, a lustful fire in her eyes. Had the revelation that she was one of the pack affected her this much despite not being able to shift like Ashwyn and himself? That question was answered almost immediately as she virtually threw herself onto his cock. The cry that escaped her lips was nearly bestial. Sigurd stifled his own moan watching his shaft slowly disappear into his druid companion until she was grinding pelvis to pelvis with him.

Running his hands up her thighs he smiled at her and pushed her down that little bit extra until he felt himself bottom out inside her small frame, this sent a shiver up his spine knowing that she was going to feel every inch of him as she enjoyed herself on top of him.

Ashwyn chuckled seeing Lopiena practically pounce on her mate. She was very much enjoying watching the little druid enthusiastically bounce. She leaned over to Sigurd and nuzzled against his cheek, enjoying the closeness.

She kissed along his cheek and neck and moaned softly into his ear as her fingers continued to stimulate her neither regions.

Trembling with indescribable passion, Lo can't think any more...she can only feel.  And ohhhh what she feels is so amazing!  Moving herself up and down his shaft in small increments is only a shadow to what Sigurd himself does when he pushes further into her.  Bottomed out, Lo is already almost screaming just at the feeling of being filled so completely, and moving her body on top of his...grinding, pulsing, pulling herself up while clenching her inner muscles around his shaft so tightly it's as though she's trying to lift him with her inner muscles alone, then coming back down hard and fast...every movement is an explosion of pleasure that her body can barely handle.  Trembling with lust as another orgasm rips through her, Lo sits back on his cock, arcing her back and screaming out as her own hands trace her body from her thighs to her breasts, pulling at herself as she pulls at him.

Sigurd grunted each time she slammed down on him, he enjoyed watching Lopiena bounce on his throbbing manhood. Keeping his hands on her hips he assisted her with each downfall by thrusting his hips up to meet hers. This went on for a time and Sigurd's eyes kept changing between Lopiena and Ashwyn and it was truely a feast for the eyes.

Edging, Sigurd had a thought and smiled. He still had a promise to keep. "Alright sprouts... I've indulged you enough" he growled before sitting up and lifting her small body with him. It didn't take much effort to move her but he playfully slammed her against the bedroom wall causing the mounted paintings to shake. Taking her arms, Sigurd holds her wrists in on hand to keep them above her head, her legs splayed out to either side of him as she was pressed against the wall. "You wanted pinned.. you're pinned" he painted before starting to thrust into her again.

Moaning, crying out as she slams bodily into Sigurd, Lopiena eventually stops pulling at herself and brings her hands down to cover Sigurd's hands as he helps her bounce. Her desperate need to be touched is finally sated, but that doesn't mean she's done with him yet! Leaning forward while still bouncing, Lo tries to kiss him and keep him inside her at the same time.

When he sits up taking her with him, Lo gasps in anticipation. They've done so much together, she can't imagine it being better than this! In her eager anticipation, she wasn't paying much attention to anything other than the incredible feelings washing through her until she's slammed into the wall. For one horrible split second her mind jumps into a flashback of the dragon's cavern...teeth around her, slammed into the wall...stone closing around her, can't move....but this is Sigurd, not a dragon; they're in a brightly lit room, not in a dark cave; and even though her arms are pinned, she's not completely immobilized. As Sigurd starts thrusting into her again, her body responds to the incredible feelings washing over her and she moans in spite of herself. Actually, this is what she needed the most. Being able to experience what had caused so much fear in a safe place helps her overcome that fear. Sigurd's thrusting certainly helps, too. Shifting from raw lust to sudden terror and back again resurges the desperate need to be touched, and since her arms are pinned the only thing she can move are her legs. Wrapping her legs around him, Lo starts pulling herself to him at every thrust, trying to get close enough to kiss him before her pulls back for another. "S...Sigurd....please...more...harder!"

Ashwyn smiled when Sigurd sat up. Lopiena was certainly in for it now. She found herself briefly envious of the feeling of being slammed into the wall while Sigurd continued to pump into her, but knew the druid girl needed this.

Having the bed to herself now she spread her legs wide, her fingers working herself over as her other hand clutched at her breast while she watched them writhe together against the wall.

Sigurd was spurred in by Lopiena's shaky words. Letting gravity assist him he pounded into her, thumping against the wall. Felling her legs lock around his waist was even more encouraging for him. With his free hand, he explored her body tracing her every curve. He knew Ashwyn's body very well, but Lo well he was learning a lot.

Leaning into her, Sigurd kisses up her neck until his lips meet hers and he kisses her deeply grinding his hips into her, he can feel her every muscle clench, every orgasm around his shaft and the increasing wetness streaming over his sack and down his thighs as he fucks his companion senseless. Not to mention knowing that his mate was getting off by watching this happen made it all the better. He was afraid if he thrust any harder that he'd put the small druid through the wall...

Sigurd pounding into her electrified body was almost more than she could take. Shaking all over with wild passion, all thoughts are gone, all fears are washed away. Feeling his hands around her body adds even more stimulation, and her legs almost unlock themselves as another orgasm rips through her, making her lift her body against his with a bestial cry. Going from compete tension to full release, her wetness redoubles and the feeling of herself dripping around him is almost more than she can bear. She's nearly at the end of her strength, but since Sigurd is holding her up none of that matters anyway. Feeling his kisses across her body makes he moan anew, and when he reaches her lips she responds to his kiss with such passion she may have bruised him a little.

Sigurd felt shivers run the course of his body when she cried out. Of all the things he enjoyed the most about love making, the moans and cries of his partners was something he relished in the most... Feeling her orgasm around his cock again he noticed all of the tension release from her body. The patter of fluids dripping to the floor, the slapping of wet flesh, and the constant moans from his female companions was like music to his ears. When Lo slammed her lips into his, Sigurd thrust his tongue into her mouth, caressing and exploring hers.

Letting her wrists go, Sigurd switched his approach. Still passionately kissing Lopiena he wraps his arms around her waist, firmly gripping her behind with his hands. The muscles in his arms tighten and prepare for what's about to come next... Biting her bottom lip, he pulls his face away and locks lustful eyes with his petite lover. "scream as much as you like sprouts... leave the rest to me..." he said with a slight growl to his voice. Not waiting for an affirmation, Sigurd began to pull her off of his cock and slam her back down with animalistic fervor. He was going to fuck her until she couldn't take anymore.

When Sigurd let her wrists go, her automatic reaction was to wrap her arms around him, holding him closer and kissing him with everything she had in her. She wasn't prepared for what happened next. Feeling him lift her off, then slam her back onto him was more than she could take! She was already at the limit, and now...! With every body slam, she gasps and screams, body trembling, losing her grip but being held to him muscular form whether she could hold him or not. She'd gotten what she'd asked for, all right, and then some! How does a girl tell when she can't take any more? She didn't care, and let him pound away into her while she screamed with orgasm after orgasm.

Watching as the druid girl exploded in orgasm after orgasm finally sent Ashwyn over the edge herself. She moaned low in her throat as another climax wracked her body. She lay twitching on the bed just as Sigurd lifted Lo away from the wall and started hammering into her causing new screams to fill the room.

Laying exhausted but far from finished, Ashwyn watched the druid girl beginning to lose consciousness. She chuckled and brought her fingers to her mouth licking the juices that still remained there as Sigurd, finally recognizing the druids state, lay the girl down on the nearby bed.

Watching him gently lay the girl down, a thought occurred to her. Something she wanted to try. Ashwyn whistled softly to draw her lovers eye, then rolled till she was on all fours before him. She crooked her finger, beckoning him forward. As she did so, she concentrated on the feel of her body, having never done this on queue before. As she crooked her finger at him, her body grew and fur sprouted from her skin. The transformation still burned inside her, but with her arousal so peaked it only made her crave her lovers hard touch even more.

Once she was fully transformed, she turned until her rear was facing him, and she tipped her head over her shoulder to look at him. She flicked her tail back and forth a couple of times before raising it and pushing her hind quarters high in the air. The action exposed her dripping wolfy folds that were still inflamed from Sigurd's previous attentions.

"Come to me, my love." She said. "I long to feel you locked inside me. Please..." She reached between her legs and spread her lips for him. "Please make me yours again." She begged, her voice almost a whine in her desperate arousal.

Panting, Sigurd kissed Lopiena sweetly as he layed her down on the bed. It was all he could do not to pump his seed into her at the pace he was going. Focusing himself he took a deep breath to steady his heart. It wasn't until he watched his mate shift before his eyes, he was equal parts amazed, aroused and proud of her. He didn't think he could want her any more than he did right that very moment. But he was proven wrong watching her tail way, lift, and then her fingers skillfully spread her silky folds.

Sigurd moved like a man possessed and plunged his throbbing member deep into her waiting pussy. Overcome by her new sensation of her wolf form, he almost fell over her. It felt as if he was being drawn into her. He knew his human cock wasn't what she wanted but he was a man who knew that presentation was key in any situation, so as soon as he was pushed to the hilt he shifted. Feeling her already tight insides tighten around him more made him shudder in pleasure. In pure bestial lust he began to pound away relentlessly into his mate's soaking wet womanhood.

Ashwyn moaned feeling him push inside her. In her new form, his human size didn't fill her but it still hit all the perfect points inside and made her shutter. When he shifted her moan grew louder as her insides shifted to accommodate his new size.

"Oh yes..." she moaned as he pushed in as deep as he could. Like two animals they writhed together, Ashwyn was screaming in pleasure, gripping the headboard of the bed that she didn't quite fit on anymore. She briefly thought she heard the sound of cracking but she didn't care what it was as the feeling of her lover pounding away inside her was taking all reason from her mind.

"oh Sigurd...." she moaned his name as her fists tightened and she felt the headboard shatter under her fists. Not in the right enough mind to care she simply fell forward into the pillows and held the cot sides inside.

Sigurd mentally debated on which version of his mate he enjoyed more... he couldn't narrow down a choice and just resigned that he could have her either way whenever he wanted so that was enough. the transition from the cool air to the heat of his lover drove him further and further as he pumped his hips. When the headboard shattered, his ears folded back in concern but when she bent over more, the shift in her weight caused him to sink deeper inside her, causing him to grunt and to shift his own weight. Unfortunately this caused the legs of the cot, which was clearly not designed for two adult werewolves to make love on, gave way and the bed flattened on the floor. This however, did not interrupt the activity at hand.

Leaning over his love, Sigurd cupped her breasts in his hands as he drove his shaft inside her. The scent of her lust encouraging him to keep going. He squeezed her breasts firmly but lovingly, uncovering her nipples from the fur and rolling them between his fingers.

When she bed collapsed, Ashwyn gasped in surprise, but mostly because the movement pushed Sigurd back inside her causing her to growl her pleasure.

She pushed back against him with each thrust, longing to feel him deeper and deeper inside her. She was a woman posessed. Her tongue was even lolling out of her mouth as she moaned, her body trembling with the climax that wracked her over and over. Her inner muscles clamped down on her lovers wolf cock and she shouted her pleasure again and again.

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Meanwhile, down below them at the Tavern of The Fool and Goblet....

Zane sat at the bar with a mug before him. Cirro was hidding in the folds of his robes with a dewdrop of ale to drink from. As the ceiling creaked and rocked and the sounds of moaning and screaming could be heard muffled through the floor they blushed.

"So..." Zane spoke. "Those wings... Gossimer?"

Cirro opened his mouth to answer when a chunk of ceiling fell down into Zane's pint. They both stared at it in silence for a moment. "Uhm... Yeah... Yeah gossimer." cirro answered.

Zane slowly pushed his pint away from him, trying to ignore the flaming red cheeks that were making him glow about as bright as cirro....

Sigurd's ears were happy now that the bed had died, there was no more squeaking to be heard and be distracting. His focus now was burying himself deeper into his mate. He could feel his knot starting to swell and learning his lesson from their last pairing, he pulled out of his mate and flipped her over, being mindful she didn't land on her tail funny. This was the first time he got a good look at her hybrid form in a decent light. Ashwyn was curvy before... but in her wolf form her hips and chest had definitely grown.

Not wanting to get too lost in starting at her body Sigurd dove into her once more, locking their lips together in a passionate kiss. Unfortunately his knot had already swollen past the point where it would easily pass into her. Biting her neck he rolled his hips around trying to get it to push past her sodden lips. There was a quick release of tension and the bright red bulb slipped inside where it continued to grow until Sigurd's pounding thrusts were slowed down to ferocious jerks. The jerking motion of his hips allowed for his cock to position itself that the tip of his pointed, wolf cock kissed and ever so slightly pushed passed her inner most wall locking him into place.

Sigurd reached down to his love's furry cheeks and clenched them hard as he pressed his body against hers. There was a sharp tingle in his sack and with a low growl he bit down on her collarbone and unleashed a torrent of hot, thick wolf cum deep inside her quivering womanhood. He could feel the heat enter her body as it filled her and flowed around his still pulsing cock as it released hours of held back passion. There were two or three aftershock ejaculations, as if his body wanted to make sure Ashwyn was properly filled, and Sigurd's balls completely emptied. Fully spent, He breathed deeply and embraced his mate. "I love you so much..."

Ash gasped as he pulled out. The sudden emptiness made her whine. Luckily ot wasn't to last. When he flipped her over, she smiled as he pushed back inside her and she let out a satisfied moan as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

She returned his kiss with equal passion as she felt the pressure of his knot pushed against her entrance. She wrapped her legs around him, pushing her hips up against him to help him push inside her. When his knot finally pushed in she moaned in happiness as she exploded in climax again. Her whole body twitched around his cock as it pumped fluid inside her. Ahe felt the heat of his seed filling her and she moaned low in her throat.

Even once he finished her body twitched around him and she sbuttered from the intensity of the feeling. Feeling her body begin to go limp from exsaustion she snuggled against him and nuzzled her nose into his chest, smiling at his words.

"I love you too. So so much" she said tiredly,still feeling his knot firmly inside her she purrs in contentment. She nuzzled against him, her eyes drifting closed. "Mmmm.... Zane's gonna be mad about the bed...." she muttered evem as she was drifting off.

Sigurd's body was numb, even his lips tingled. His climax had been a long time coming and he was feeling the affects of his exertion. Ashwyn had completely passed out, rightly so, she'd been given on hell of a workout as well. Still firmly locked to his mate, Sigurd pushed himself up weakly. He looked over to the sleeping body of Lopiena and reached to grab her. No small feat when your pelvis is tied to someone. Tugging sent waves of pleasure through his body as his sensitive shaft stirred his well loved partners insides. He managed to scoop the druid up and pulled her into the embrace, putting Ashwyn's arm around her as he lay on top of them both. All three lovers now huddled together, Sigurd yawned deeply and nestled into them both.

Ash was right.... Zane was gonna be pissed...

Lying peacefully on the nearby bed, Lopiena went from unconsciousness into the blissfulness of true sleep without even a twitch.  She was so exhausted...mentally drained from experiencing the greatest terror of her life, emotionally drained from going from that terror into bestial lust and expression of more passion than she thought possible, physically exhausted from...well, the evidence of that was still coating the insides of her legs, as well as most of her body.  Even though Sigurd's stamina was such that he hadn't filled her insides with his own cum, hers was still visibly on the wall and on the bed where two werewolves were enjoying each other's company to such a degree that the bed didn't survive the onslaught.

In her dreams, Lopiena walked through the pouring rain, enjoying the feeling of fresh sweet water pummeling her skin...and skin was all she wore.  The refreshing rain seemed to wash away all cares and worries, and as lightning flashed around her she opened her arms to the lightning, no longer afraid of what it might do to her.  Even as the crash of thunder seemed to shake the very ground she walked on, she knew that the lightning was no longer her enemy...

That crash of thunder corresponded to the crash of a bed breaking.  Even that wasn't enough to fully wake her, but in the semi-conscious state her body remembered that lying naked on a bed covered in bodily fluids probably isn't the warmest place to be. Starting to shiver even in her dreams, Lo was still too physically exhausted to even attempt waking up, much less getting up and finding a blanket.  When Sigurd lifted her sleeping body into a furry embrace between him and Ashwyn, there was just enough energy left in her semi-conscious state to curl herself between the two werewolves until she was fully encapsulated in their soft warmth.  Warm and blissfully happy from being so well and thoroughly fucked, Lo drifted back to sleep within seconds.

After roughly an hour had passed and there was no banging coming from the ceiling, Zane and Cirro decided to chance returning to the room.

"You know.... I'm terrified of what we will find in there." Zane mumbled as they approached the door.

Cirro nodded, already blushing preemptively.

Opening the door to the first room they were accosted by the smell of sex. It seemed to permeate the walls... perhaps because it was all over the walls....

There were cracks in the wall that were strangely the size and shape of a body with claw marks around it. One bed had the blankets strewn all about and the other bed was in shattered and lay flat on the ground with two large werewolves laying upon it. Smooshed somewhere inside could be seen bits of human flesh, no doubt Lopiena lost in the fur.

Fluid was still leaking from between Ashwyn's legs, Sigurd having unknotted during sleep. Pip lay on the third bed, completely undisturbed and quite content at having a bed to himself.

Zane glanced down at Cirro. Cirro looked up at Zane. Then Zane closed the door again and entered the second bedroom before the two of them finally fell asleep.

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Morning came to the adventurers as it always must. Ashwyn was awakened by Pip licking her face, his most polite way of asking for breakfast. She yawned, stretched and then chuckled at the eager pup. "Alright, alright. I'm up." She groaned, smiling over to Pip. She glanced down at herself in her new furry form and then back to Pip. "I guess I don't scare you afterall." She smiled.

Pip yipped happily and licked her face again, causing her to laugh softly. "Good." She ruffled his hair before turning over to look at her companions. Sigurd still had his arms wrapped around her and it was wonderful to wake up to his soft furry body against hers. She nuzzled against his shoulder and purred happily. On his other side was Lopiena with Sigurd's other arm draped over her. She vaguely remembered Sigurd pulling her over to sleep in a fur pile with them. When he unknotted he must have fallen from on top of them to between them. No sign of Zane or Cirro. "They must have stayed away from our room." She chuckled. She wondered if Zane had seen the bed yet... he wouldn't be pleased.

Remembering being knotted caused Ashwyn to sigh happily and squeeze her legs together. She was still quite moist from their activities and she could still feel his fluid leaking from her. She smiled at the memory of the night before.

"Well... my clothes certainly won't fit in this form." She said softly to Pip. Taking a few deep breaths to ready herself, she concentrated again and soon she was back to her old self. She took a few moments to steady her heart, as the transformation still caused it to race a bit, but it wasn't as painful as the first time. That was promising. She'd have to practice more.

With her fur gone the chill of the underground town made her shiver. She looked around the room but there didn't appear to be a fireplace of any kind. She frowned, but decided it was time to dress. She carefully pulled herself from her lovers grasp and began searching for the clothes that she had so carelessly flung around the room.

Sigurd's eyes fluttered open as he felt his lover shift out from under him, watched her slink around the room and listened to the plip, plip, plip of his fluids leaking onto the floor from between her thighs. He looked at the sleeping form of Lopiena and smiled, he had completely exhausted her, he didn't think that even a war would wake the druid. His tail thumped on the bed lightly as gave her a gentle lick on the cheek as thanks for being part of their evening.

Rising from the bed he looked over to his mate who was bending down to pick up some semblance of her clothing, she had shifted back to her human form again and was trying to get ready for the day. Sigurd's eyes traced her every curve and she looked like she was ready to start something else again.." with a smirk, he quietly got off the bed and slunk up behind her. "Good morning my love" he said with a growl, pushing her against the wall, he breast squishing softly against it. "A little stretching before breakfast?" he cooed as he pressed his pointed tip against her human folds, pushing forward and feeling her lips wrap around him as he guided himself back into her once again.

Ashwyn was just picking up her clothing when her ear twitched and then she felt Sigurd up against her from behind. She didn't fight it when he pushed her against the wall and she moaned when she felt his large wolfy cock against her lips. She was quite sore from the previous nights pounding, but the pain was so deliciously masked with pleasure that she didn't care.

He was so much larger in this for that it was difficult to take him all, but damned she'd be if she didn't try. She reached back with one hand and held his arm whilr the other kept her balance against the wall. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him.

"Good morning Love." she moaned, pressing back against him, pushing him deeper, as her lips met his in a passionate kiss.

Before she could enjoy yet another energetic coupling, the door burst open and a rather perturbed Zane stood there with a red glowing Cirro hovering nearby. "No! No you don't!" he said, looking at Sigurd and Ashwyn and waggling his finger at them.

"Do you have any idea how much I've already had to pay for all the damages you'be caused last night? No, no, no!"

Kissing her deeply, Sigurd wiggled his hips in preparation for what was about to come, he felt sorry for this poor wall... Suddenly the door flew open. His head snapped to the doorway and his eyes locked dead into the Gnome's soul as his claws and teeth were barred. Not liking being ordered around by the old man, Sigurd bucked his hips a few times in defiance before reluctantly pulling himself from his lover. He knew he would be feeling the frustration of this interruption for the rest of the day.

Shifting back to his Human form, Sigurd stood with his hands on his hips, his manhood clearly on display and coated in a mix of wet and dry fluids adorning his pelvis. "We have the money. Gnome. we'll just sell more stuff if we need to." he gave Ashwyn an apologetic look as if to say he was sorry he didn't grind her into that wall like she was expecting. Stepping behind her once more, he wrapped his arm around her waist and slid the other one up to her breast, squeezing it gently before kissing her neck. He would make it up to her later.

Walking up to Zane and the Fairy, Sigurd stepped past them, his manhood nearly brushing Zane's forehead as he headed down the hallway to the bathroom to clean up. He didn't want to embarrass the two gentlemen with a repeat of last nights cleaning procedures. Walking into the bathroom, Sigurd stared into the room with a puzzled look. There was no bath tub. The second thing he was looking forward two this morning didn't exist... There was some kind of hole in the wall and a button as well. He walked up and pushed the button, there was a mechanical click water came pouring out from the wall, but the temperature wasn't.... consistent. Once the water was hot enough, He stood under what he could only describe as a simulated waterfall and started to clean himself.

Ashwyn jumped at Zane's shout. That was unexpected. Sigurd's defiant thrusts into her made her gasp and moan, but his withdrawl made her groan in disappointment. She glared over at Zane but made no comment.

Zane didn't back down from Sigurd. "That's not the point at all! We have more important things to do than... Than.... Fraternize!" he said, clearly flustered. Bedding down for the night is one thing. But we have things to do this morning!" he was still lecturing while Sigurd nuzzled against Ash.

Ashwyn smiled at his embrace, curling into his touch as he held her and kissed her neck. She glared again at Zane as he ranted, and stepped up to him, still quite naked, as Sigurd left foe the bathroom. "Zane." she interupted him.

He flustered and stopped.

"We'll pay you back for the damages. And you're right. We have things to do." she went to follow Sig but stopped when she was next to Zane. "But if you interrupt us like that again, I'll use you as my new chew toy." she said, her eyes firey, before she smiled again and left the room.

Zane swallowed the lump in his throat. "yes... Well.... Very good..." he stamered.

Ash followed Sig to the bathroom and watched as he experimented. Once he stepped under the flow of the water she joined him. She ran her hands along his back, wrapped them around his front and hugged him frlm behind briefly.

" I think someone needs help before we can get anything accomplished today." she smirked up at him before walking around to his front. She knelt before him and wrapped her sizeable chest around his erection. "Ill try to make it quick." Ahe winked at him before leaning down and sucking on the tip of his erection before using her chest to stimulate the shaft.

Rain...sweet, cleansing rain washing away all troubles...cold rain, should probably get a cloak...

With Sigurd and Ashwyn gone from the bed, Lopiena's sleeping form cooled quickly.  Starting to shiver, she slowly roused out of peaceful dreams to the sound of water hitting stone.  After weeks in the desert and the tunnels, at first Lo thought she was still dreaming but the chill in her body confirmed that it was real. Shivering awake, Lo still tried to hold onto sleep as long as possible by keeping her eyes closed and trying to find a blanket.  Even with the cold, she feels amazing and her lower region is still feeling everything she'd experienced the previous evening...to the point that she's not entirely sure she's going to be able to walk for a while.  Giving up on the idea of a blanket, Lo curls up around herself in an attempt to find sleep again but her growling stomach is impossible to ignore.  Besides, she can hear voices...too tired to figure out what they're saying but it's probably time to get up.

Groaning, she slowly rolled over and cracked a bleary eye open to assess the possibilities of breakfast only to see Zane looking flustered about something and Cirro still glowing red...and she didn't care.  No guilt, no shame, no desperate attempts to cover her naked body...just a general feeling of euphoria that nothing in the world could shake.  Maybe it was the brush with death that made such trivialities unimportant.  Maybe the dream of rain had truly washed away all cares.  Or maybe all of her 'give a fuck' had been fucked right out of her. Grinning to herself at this last thought, Lo slowly rolled out of bed...or tried to.  Try as she might she just can't seem to get her legs to cooperate.  Shaky, sore, and covered with dried cum she looked like...she looked like she needed a bath.  Well from the sound of it someone was already experiencing the odd standing bath they'd discovered, and if memory served correctly there's not quite enough space in there for a shared bath. Unless the sharing was very close and personal...and the notable absence of Sigurd and Ashwyn suddenly made a lot more sense. They're probably going to be a bit, might as well stay in bed.  Rolling back over, Lo turned to look briefly at Zane and Cirro.  "Good morning."  Grinning lazily, she curled back up and closed her eyes, determined to find sleep for at least a few more minutes.