Eireen kicked the chest. She was too worn out to check for traps properly, and this was the least likely of her dungeon crawling life-hacks to lose her a limb.

 

She heard the shattering of a glass bottle, but nothing else. She shrugged and got to work picking the lock. Why did they have to lock the chests they abandoned in these places anyway? It was already at the bottom of a crypt, and after fighting her way all the way down here she frankly deserved a freebie.

 

She seemingly got her way. The chest sprang open, and she looked inside.

 

It was nearly empty. There was a bottle, now broken and leaking fluids onto the pile of gold next to it and the layers of cloth under it, and... an odd golden...necklace? Eireen picked the trinket up by the chain it was attached to and let it dangle in front of her. It looked like a fertility idol, like the shrine in her hometown used to offer. Only, theirs were carved from wood. This one was gold. It caught the light from the torches in the room, glistening and glittering and drawing Eireen's gaze further and further into it.

 

She pulled it out of the chest completely and sat down, idol still dangling in front of her face. Something about it was breathtaking. The beautiful curves. The sparkles and twinkles of the light playing off of those curves. Something about it all made Eireen feel at peace. She distantly noticed her hand creeping down her shorts to tease her clit, but it didn't bother her. It was so hard to focus on anything else. Touching herself felt like a very good idea.

 

She laid back onto the ground, keeping the idol in her line of sight as she did, and intensified her ministrations. The world around her vanished completely. Even her arm, tired from holding the bauble in front of her face, was beneath her notice. Only the idol mattered. Only the pleasure.

 

She played with herself for an unknowable amount of time, reaching orgasm after orgasm, changing her technique after each one, until eventually the arm holding the idol gave out completely. Exhaustion took her before her hand had the chance to smack her in the face.

 

Eireen woke up sore. Her arms were sore. Her head was sore. Her pussy was exceptionally sore. She was spared disaster as her memory of the previous day came to her before she examined the contents of her hand. She took some of the cloth from the chest and wrapped the idol in several layers before stuffing it all into her pack.

 

She spent her trip out of the crypt and back to town considering how to get rid of the thing.