Go... home?

"I... I can't believe we're doing this," Hilda whispers in a voice that seems far too eager. "It... it's so shameful!"

Cunny cream dribbles down her thighs as she shivers from the humiliation... and excitement.

"We... we don't have to do this," Hunk says, mistaking Hilda's arousal and excitement for fear and embarrassment. "There has to be another way..."

"NO!" Hilda blurts out, a little too loud and eagerly. "This is the fastest, safest way. I mean, who knows what kind of weirdos we might have run into if we went somewhere else? Or maybe even slavers!"

Hunk sighs. "You're right Hilda. But still, if you'd rather, we could have gone back to..."

"No, this was closer," Hilda says as she cuts him off. "Now..." she bites her lip to keep from moaning. "F-follow me..."

The naked, blushing, humiliated nobles walk right through the front gate of Hilda's keep, their hands struggling to hide their most private places.

Hunk feels as though he could die from the shame, taking solace only in the fact that they went to Hilda's home instead of his, and probably no one here knows who he is. Of course, that sends another sharp sting of shame through him, because it means poor, sweet Hilda is facing even greater humiliation than him.

Of course, Hilda is loving every second of this, as the eyes of more than a dozen people see her and Hunk strut into the courtyard (that was in addition to the dozen that had already seen them during their shameful march back here).

This is like the climax of so many of her naughty romance novels, except this time she's living it instead of just reading about it while her hand remains buried in her sopping wet pussy.

Suddenly, Hilda's legs turn to jelly as she has a (not-so-secret orgasm) right there in front of everyone.

"Hilda!" Hunk shouts as he rushes to her aid, his own nakedness forgotten as he flashes all of the (very appreciative) women present.

"Mistress!" Screams a feminine voice from among the crowd of peasants.

Hilda's eyes remain closed as she basks in the sweet, sweaty aftershocks of her *ahem* experience.