Nia looked at him a tad oddly, studying his almost dead appearance. She knew he wasn't dead, but it would still be odd to please herself using a motionless body. Not to mention a little...weird? She wasn't sure what she was would do. That is, until the burning reminded her that it was only him and his length that could help her.
A little hesitantly, while still rubbing her thighs together, she reached out her small hands and began to stroke her master's rod. She did it rather shyly at first, but as the burning intensified, she became more bold. Once the organ became hard in her small, but tight grasp, her lithe body moved agily to straddle his sleeping one. Driven by a passion she could not comprehend, but knew she had to sate or well she would go mad, Nia seated herself upon his length and moaned loudly as it impaled her hot depths.
After she stretched again - she stayed forever small - to accomodate his impressive size, and became used to the sensation it caused, she began to ride him as she had the night before. Except this time it was a spectacle of pure eroticism and the epitome of beauty, her spine arched, breasts thrust forward, knees astride his hips as she went about pleasing herself - never before had she EVER done anything of this calibur. She couldn't focus on being shy this way though, the only thing she could think about was stopping the fire threatening to eat her alive and leave her as no more than a pile of ash.