The heavy, frantic thud of footsteps and loud voices rapidly approaching through the brush snapped Ren right out of her post-orgasmic daze.
Her eyes flew wide open. She was still lying face-down in the dirt with her deer-hide dress hiked all the way up to her waist.
With an embarrassing, ungraceful squeak, Ren quickly scrambled to her hands and knees. She frantically yanked the brown deer-hide dress down over her bare backside, slapped the dirt off her thighs, and dashed.
She ran like a bat out of hell.
Unfortunately, Ren possessed genuinely terrible running stamina. By the time she sprinted away from the oak tree and reached the opposite end of the clearing, her chest was burning like she had just swallowed a lit match.
Wheezing heavily, Ren stumbled to a halt. She bent over, resting her hands on her knees as she desperately sucked in huge, ragged gasps of oxygen.
