Grind against her leg

Unable to resist the opportunity that has presented itself, you decide to act. You gently rock your hips back and forth in a sawing motion. Rubbing your clit and vagina against Petra’s leg as she sleeps. The skin-to-skin contact excites you as you muffle the gentle sounds escaping your lips. This feels wrong, why are you taking advantage of Petra’s kindness like this. Surely this isn’t what she intended to happen. The conflicting feelings fuel your fire of desire as you continue humping her leg.

You can’t help but speed up now as there is an audible sound from the friction. You gently reach out and feel her chest. You’re already using her, why stop at a leg. Despite your speed below, you’re gentle with her small breasts. You trace the outline of her tiny nipples with your finger as you watch her nipples harden. This is all wrong, why can’t you control yourself? Your other hand reaches down and feels up her soft warm butt. Curious fingers slip under the cloth as you feel her bare ass. All of this combined causes your desire to bubble over as you climax. Helpless against your own orgasm, your legs clench around Petra’s in an attempt to draw them in close. With your mouth agape you let out a series of small high-pitched gasps as the orgasm continues to ripple through you. You look into Petra’s eyes as she stares back at you, a startled look on her face. Your heart sinks as you see the hurt look of betrayal in her eyes. As your orgasm subsides and anxiety takes hold, your words fail you. You remove your hands from her body as if being burnt by fire.

What can I say to make this right? How badly did I just fuck up?

Just then, the shadow of a man appears at the entrance of the tent as you hear the familiar voice of Krest.

“Petra, it’s time. Baxter spotted orcs 10 minutes or so down the road. Wake up and go find Iyda.” You watch Petra sit up beside you in silence. “Petra?... Petra? You okay in there?”

“Y-yeah I’m alright. I’ll m-meet you outside kay?” Petra looks to be on the verge of tears.

“Uh, right… Now where is that dwarf.” Krest grumbles as you hear his footsteps recede. Petra can no longer hold back the tears as they stream down her face.

“Why w-why did you do that?” are the only words she can **** out. You watch her as she quickly gathers her equipment. You’re speechless as you watch her leave the tent still half naked, noting your juices that still run down her leg. Feeling like a total piece of shit, you somberly pull your things together. Petra’s handkerchief sticks out from your shirt’s pocket. You gently place the handkerchief on Petra’s pillow as you dress and exit the tent. You don’t feel like you deserve her kindness after what transpired.