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Well... a- a Warrior's got to know her own body, right...? And know how to handle it. If- if the heat's got you all worked up, then....

Slowly, ever so gently, you slip your hand down the front of your panties. It's like opening the floodgates. Liquid gushes out and all over your fingers. You've heard about this, but you didn't know it was like this being.... "wet". You don't like it. It's so unlike you. You're too pure minded and honourable for this! Actually, you really, really hate this! You keep going.

Slowly rubbing back and fourth, up and down across the space between your thighs, you let out a long, deep moan. And a few squeaks. This is too much to take. What little energy you have left flees your legs and all goes into the feelings and experiences of this, as you lose balance and lean back against the oven door. It's shielded, so you're not burned or anything as you slide down, but it's.... really warm....

Your bum hits the floor softly and bounces twice. Taking that as inspiration, you start going at it with more vigour and energy, your squeaks turning into a mixture of pants and _aah_s. What's with this feeling? Your back is toasty from the oven, but your lower areas are even more... oh god, you're leaking all over the floor, this is so unwarrior-like....

Your pants grow more frequent and deep as you buck against your hand and arch your back. This is really something! You... you think you can understand now, why.... why.... why- wait, what's- whus hap, oh my god, whus happen--

AAH! AAAH! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!

You cum, hard. All over your fingers, all over the floorboards... there's so much to clean, but.... wow, that feels good. Your hips buck forward against the air a few more times, feeling like electricity is sparking through them. Wow....

Well, you're not feeling worked up anymore, but you're pretty much out of energy. Maybe... just a quick nap... zzzzz.....

***

The next morning you wake up, smiley and dopey. Last night made you really happy. You giggle as you stand up and check your surroundings. Oh yeah.... why were you in the kitchen again?

THE BROWNIES!!

Much to your dismay, the batch inside of the oven is burnt beyond belief. Like, wow, this is really burnt. You give the fallen brownies a little tear-filled salute, followed by a heartfelt funeral while you wait for the scorching oven tray to cool down so you can put the second batch in the oven. Those brownies died for your orgasm, but their brothers and sisters will live on...