Leave her be and move on.
From Create Your Own Story
You do not trust strangers. You do not trust anyone, anymore. You leave her to her fate, and travel onwards down the new passageway. You hope it is a way out. You are awfully cold, though, and you doubt you will make it much further unless you find a way to warm up.
Strangely enough, you see a very bright light ahead of you, yet it is flickering. You realize it is a fire of some sort, and break into a run to reach it. You enter a small room with one other pathway that heads deeper into the cavern, and an actual fire burning on the ground, made from some sticks. Moreover, there is a woman sitting by it, wearing some rags, but she seems fairly normal. She's much taller and clearly older than the weird lady in the other room. She glances up at you, and her face goes from shock to surprise to concern. "A child? What are you doing in this place?"
You realize that this is clearly a normal person, and relax. "I... I came in here to get away from my village, but then I got lost, and I can't find my way out..." you say, nervously.
"Oh, dear, that sounds awful," the woman says, lowering her hood and revealing her long locks of curly brown hair. "Are you safe?"
"Yeah, why?"
"There's monsters in these Catacombs, and they'll prey on defenseless souls that wander around. I'm... I'm actually surprised you made it here without being attacked. They're afraid of fire, though, so you're safe here," the woman explains as she stands up and walks over to you. Your eyes naturally drift to the sway of her child-bearing hips, but she does not seem to notice. She reaches out, and, after you nod to make it clear you're okay with it, she feels how damp your clothes are and how cold you are, and tsks. "You'll need to take those off and sit by the fire."
For some reason, just meeting a normal person makes you feel much better. You agree with her assessment, and happily strip down and sit on the warm stone floor by the crackling flames, holding your hands out to warm up as quickly as possible. Normally you'd be embarrassed by being naked around a stranger, but for some reason you feel fine around this lady. It's most likely her motherly demeanor. The woman gathers your clothes and sets them aside by the fire so they'll dry off faster. You notice that the lady seems to be glancing at you quite often, seemingly out of concern for how you are doing.
Soon, you scoot back from the fire, your front end feeling a bit too hot. Because of your primary concern being resolved, your body's other needs promptly make themselves known, and you feel the hunger that's been gnawing at your gut for a while. Your stomach growls, and the woman giggles. "Oh, hungry? I have some smoked meat and cheese," she said, reaching into her bags and withdrawing them before handing them to you with a smile. You ignore the pointed glance she makes at your package in favor of eating. You gleefully scarf down the meat strips and the block of cheese, feeling much better. You smile at the lady, who seems to be chewing her lip for no apparent reason.
"Thanks! I feel a lot better now!" you say, grabbing and pulling your dried clothes back on. The brunette woman promptly calms down.
"Oh, don't mention it, little one. I'm glad I could help you. My name is Saate, I've been trapped in this labyrinth for some days, myself, after falling through a crevice while I was out gathering firewood. I've wandered around in it, too, but I haven't found the way out yet. The monsters made sure of that. Still, like I said, this is the safest place I know of. You're welcome to stay if you want," she says softly from the other side of the fire.
"I'm Iolaus, and I will," you say without even needing time to decide. "And I'll help you find the way out!"
"You will? That's wonderful!" the motherly woman says. You spend a few hours chatting and getting to know this new woman. She explains that she is a widow whose husband died shortly after she married him, and she had spent her life after that living in the mountains alone, as she cared not for society all that much. You tell her about your village, and why you fled into the cave. She is very sympathetic to your problems, and spends some time consoling you. Eventually, she clasps her hands together. "It's rather late, I think. Are you tired? I have a bedroll over here, and I don't mind if you want to share it."
"Yes please!" you say, glad that you will not have to sleep on the hard and bumpy rock floor. She smiles and nods.
"Sharing it is!"
A little while later, you both retire to the bedroll, and you lay down on it with your back to her. To your dismay, however, Saate faces you and cuddles you tightly, her copious bosom pressed against your back and her arm around your side. You cannot complain; at least it keeps you warm, and it is quite cozy. You just wish that the uncomfortable, warm sensation in your belly would go away. Finally, your exhaustion claims you, and you fall into a deep, blissful sleep.
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You are startled awake by the unbelievable sensations coursing through your body. You are laying on your back, pinned down by Saate, and she is rapidly slamming her hips down on your hard member, giving out raunchy moans and gasps. There's something different about her - you realize that her irises are glowing a deep, unnatural purple. "Oh, so you're awake!" she giggles as your mouth hangs agape in shock and also from the incredible pleasure you feel. "Sorry about this, Iolaus, but I just couldn't sleep without getting a taste of your cute dick in me! Ooh!" she giggles as her breasts heave up and down from the furious humping she is giving you.
"W-what?" you gasp weakly. You are unable to overpower her, not that you are sure you want to try. You glance around and see your clothes have been removed and neatly folded and stacked nearby.
"I've been so damn horny ever since I ran into that horse-thing that raped me silly when I was exploring the cave! God, it just kept fucking me until I couldn't think straight anymore! Ungh! It and its huge cock, I think it got me addicted to sex! I've been sopping wet even though I finally escaped it! I actually went back for seconds yesterday because I couldn't take it! My goodness! I'm supposed to respect the memory of my husband! Not screw a monster or a boy in a flight of passion! Ha ha, what's wrong with me all of a sudden!? Ah! So good!" the voluptuous woman babbled in her sexual frenzy, her thick curls bouncing all around along with droplets of sweat.
"P-please, I feel really funny...!" you sputter. She only keeps riding you, and takes up an even more ferocious pace. Her passage is so wet and warm and soft, and it keeps twitching around you erotically. Her plump rear keeps bouncing against your thighs with her thrusts, and her fluids seem to be dripping down from her flower all over your pelvic area. You groan as the combined sensations overwhelm your inexperienced body, and you automatically try to push yourself against her as your little balls twitch and surge with semen.
"Ohhh, you're coming! Why didn't you say so?! Ohhh, gods on high, I can feel it spilling all over inside of me! This is really weird! I've never felt that before! Hah! Ha ha! Mmmm!" Saate moans uncontrollably as she continues humping you without allowing you any respite. She glances down at you, her face all flushed with desire, and cocks her head. "Hey! Your eyes were all purple for a bit there! The horse-thing's eyes were purple, too! Are you alright? Do you wanna come again?! Gods, I love your wee little cock pulsing inside of me! I can't believe I'm doing such a lewd thing to a boy like you! I'm so sorry! But I can't help myself! Aaaah!" she lets out a desperate cry and the walls of her womanhood throb lovingly around your sensitive meat as she climaxes. The sensation feels so incredible that you think you might explode again!
The violet glow in her irises grows a little brighter, and the widow begins to pant with need. "By the crown, I need more," she says, a frightening look in her eyes. "Iolaus, I need everything you can give me! Every. Single. Drop!"
"S-Saate, I'm scared," you mumble, looking around the chamber for help. "P-please let me go..."
The woman blinks in surprise, and the preternatural glow in her eyes fades a bit. "Y-yeah, I shouldn't... I shouldn't have done this. I'm sorry," she says, pulling off of you gingerly, allowing white stuff to leak out of her soaked hole. The loss of the moist, pulsing warmth around your shaft is something a part of you regrets, but your fear and confusion overrides that and you roll out from under her and clumsily get to your feet, trying to calm down by staring at the glowing cinders in the small fireplace. You rub your sore, slightly bruised wrists, and hear a low, wet, repetitive sound coming from behind you.
You turn to see the sultry woman slowly pumping her fingers in and out of herself, her legs spread wide, gladly showing you every part of her mature form. She smiles at you seductively. "That, before, was improper of me. Allow me to give you a formal invitation to fuck me," she says in a sultry tone, wetting her luscious red lips with her tongue. Her eyes seem to be glowing as brightly as before, no hints of ever having dimmed.
Your rod, still half-rigid, immediately jerks back to full mast.
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