The others remaining scattered as Aersilae sank to her knees, then her hands as her grip on the river ended completely. She was exhausted, and she rolled over and slumped on the ground. Leg's opened and cloth caught over one leg she used what strength she had left to rub her sex-- she was too tired to truly finger fuck herself.<br/><br/>"Dam you," she managed between a pant born both of exhaustion and lust, "Krathen." She looked at the Lord of Lust as she rubbed. She knew that her only chance of escape was reaching the water. All she had to do was roll over once more. Try as she might, however, she was unable to move her hand from her pussy or her body from on her back on the ground.