The good news was that Rayne finally stopped cumming, the bad news was that she was now the proud owner of an admittedly impressive endowment. Hard yet spongy, needy yet almost too sensitive to touch, her new throbbing member stood at full mast eager to delve into dark wet passages that unfortunately weren't available.<br/><br/>Every time she moved the fabric of her miniskirt brushed against the mushroom-like swollen head, sending little electric jolts up her spine, at least until she lifted the garment out of the way so that it rested on the somewhat less sensitive shaft. Although her erect, swinging cock was fully exposed for all the world to see, no doubt a juicy tantalizing target for any monster that caught up to her, at least she could move a little more normally again. As normally as she could waddle anyway after having her holes stretched beyond mortal limits by eggs and then subjected to an impossibly long climax that even now was dying down only very slowly.<br/><br/>The third chest with its promised treasures within no doubt contained another trap, and after feeling the effects of the first two firsthand, leaving its riches behind was obviously not too difficult a decision to make. Hobbling back out into the corridor, Rayne proceeded into new territory that she hadn't had a chance to explore before on her first expedition. She turned the corner and found herself faced with several more doors, each one bearing a plaque that no doubt described what the rooms they led into were - but unfortunately for the half-elf they were written in dwarvish runes, which she had neglected to learn.<br/><br/>She had a ring of keys and with any luck they would get her quickly past any locks. All the door plaques were bronze save for one which was silver further down the hall. Would she systematically try each door starting with the closest one? Or would she head straight for that last door and risk having to backtrack if it wasn't the right one?