The opposite was true for Rowenna.  She felt so dirty after her orgasm and her acceptance of the wolf-seed into her body.  She crawled away from the wolf-man and scrubbed her body in the cold water, washing her abused pussy and her sore lacerated breasts.<br/><br/>This was not how it was meant to be!  She was meant to become a great heroine not some werewolf's bitch.<br/><br/>Unsteadily she staggered to her feet and staggered back along the trail to see what remained of her equipment.  If only she could recover her weapons and maybe some clothing, she wouldn't feel so soiled and used.<br/><br/>Water dripped from her body as she moved.  Gingerly, she brought a hand up to her breasts expecting them to be sore and swollen from the scratches of the wolf's claws but they were whole- the pale flesh unmarked by her ordeal...<br/><br/>Her mind was in such a state she couldn't put much mental energy into reasoning this mystery and instead concentrated on recovering her sword.<br/><br/>She planned to get away from the wolf, head back to town and perhaps strike out after some less daunting foes.