Aersilae awoke on the bank of the river that had spirited her away from the battle and, more importantly, Krathen. She was confused; she knew that she could not hope to escape her master's attentions forever, but she'd hoped she could help the war effort more before then. More confusing yet was that Krathen had allowed her to leave. Why? She knew the answer, and it infuriated her.<br/><br/><em>He doesn't think I'm a threat,</em>her slowly building anger ehoing out from her across the rushing water and it grew more violent as it clashed over the rocks at the rapids she'd been discarded onto the banks from in her haze. Again she found herself on her back, legs spread open, and without thinking she held one hand grasping her breast and another rubbing her groin. Her thoughts werre fast and full of rage.<em>He left me! The bastard thinks I'm his slut to collect when he pleases!</em>Just as quickly, they took a panicked turn. The waters spun along through the rocks fast and low as her feelings progressed.<br/><br/><em>Will he always advance with the army? He's airborne; nothing's to stop him from coming to me. People are going to ask questions. People…</em>Who? She was a champion.<em>I must be cautious. Stay within the Principalities, work to fortify them and assail the Heart of Sin with all the forces at our disposal. I can orchestrate the effort from afar-- Outlook has proven in more ways than one that I'm hardly fit to…</em>thoughts of Krathen fucking her drove words from her mind momentarily as the river nearly stood still. He fingers were deep within her she rubbed her clit as she fucked furiously. It had been subconscious, she'd just done it and now she could not stop.<br/><br/>The slowed river surged upwards and over the rocks, creating a large spray and dampening the surrounding brush even as she wet the ground under herself far more thoroughly; Aersilae had never met a dryad or nymph who didn't make a mess. Ashamed of herself she closed her eyes and drew her legs and arms inwards. She had been thinking, of course, of Krathen at the end. Not of him as an enemy, but as a master and lover: for a hundred years he had been the main fixture of sex life and he'd trained her to the point where her fetish for him almost dictated she think of the Lord of Lust to get herself off.<br/><br/>"I can't go on like this," Aersilae shivered and rolled closer to the river. "I need to find… someone…" Her thoughts floated to Jurai. Strong, noble, more in touch with nature than most mortals, and her favorite color to boot-- perhaps it would be unprofessional, but if she could find nobody else to drive thoughts of Krathen from her mind she would pursue him. All men were lured by nymphs, if the nymph so desired. Besides, Orc cock was almost close enough for her to pretend that…<br/><br/>She shook her head and tried to clear her mind of sexual thoughts. She succeeded for long enough to stand up, look around, and realize she was not far now from the sea. Jumping back into the river she sped along yearning for open waters and in search of a port city from which she could make swift passage overland to regroup with the Terran army.