Laelanith, fully expecting the betrayal, was still shocked when it happened. The hellfire wyrm (nice touch, BTW) was shocking, by itself. She froze, and then snapped, to what was now obviously a blackguard, "Then get off of me."<br/><br/>Once he is off, she stand up and dusts herself off, and walks over to the door. Hearing the dragon hiss at her, she whirls, emerald eyes flashing, and hisses back, "I am in hell, and you can fly faster than I can run. Where would I go? Now, get this over with."<br/><br/>She puts her quiver by the door, as strips off her custom fitted mithral breastplate. Next she tosses her shirt and trousers onto the growing pile, followed by her breastband and loin cloth. Turning back and noting the slightly confused looks she was being given, "What, you think I have never been raped before? Get this over with, so I can get on my way."<br/><br/>Her full and firm B cup breasts have a light sheen of sweat from the heat, and her hairless cunny look positively delicious. The rest of her body is just as perfect, and many males would kill for a chance with her.