Kiarra slumped from the tree, an exhausted body, still dripping with the thick fluid of the cock, her red-hair frazzled and wild over her face. She pulled herself against it, as if to motion away from the Dryad. She was fragile now, tender and afraid. No matter how much she enjoyed that, the damage was done. The Dryad creature had forced herself inside her, and now Kiarra was in shambles.<br/><br/>After a few long moments, she pulled herself from the tree and scrambled slowly for her belongings. She pulled the slightly tattered clothing back over herself, reached for her discarded dagger and, when she was ready to leave, she took one last look at the Dryad. It was a look of anger, of possible revenge. Maybe, at the end of this, she would come back and end that creature.<br/><br/>Finally, she set off.