Serena's hands were on her bow before her brain caught up.
Her thighs were still shaking. Her clit was still throbbing against the seam of her suit with every micro-movement, every shift of her weight sending a fresh aftershock rippling through her core. She drew anyway. Nocked an arrow with fingers that trembled from something entirely unrelated to fear, pulled the string back, and released.
FWWWHUMP.
The arrow detonated into the lead cluster and three vampires exploded into ash.
The pulse between her legs was going down, slowly as she was firing explosive arrows into a vampire horde. What the actual fuck.
Her next draw was shakier. Her exhale was shakier. Everything below her waist was a goddamn liability and she was going to have to be furious about that later because right now she had a job to do.
She fired again. Two more detonated.
