Her Needs Are Too Great

Rosalind was indeed in luck, as she was the sole soul in the bathing room. She didn’t know if she would be able to contain herself if she happened upon a fair maiden in a state of undress, and she would prefer not to risk unleashing her lust on an innocent bystander. The prospect of walking in on a woman, completely wet and naked... Earnest stopped his imagination, which was over excited by the hormones rushing through Rosalind’s brain. Rosalind put her fresh clothes to the side, and began to strip herself.

She felt the air on her bare skin, and the distinct feeling of nakedness that intensified the heat and desire within her. She couldn’t resist the temptation to look down and examine herself. Her downwards gaze was met by the sight of her breasts, tipped by hardened nipples that practically begged to be teased. Rosalind bent her body to look past her breasts, and got an eyeful of her midsection, relatively toned and fit from previous training, but beginning to lose its definition due to recent sloth and gluttony.

Rosalind’s eyes followed the curves of her body down her stomach to the smooth area between her legs. Earnest’s mind was accustomed to having a penis between his legs, but for Rosalind’s body such an organ was absent. Her gaze continued to her legs, which were an especially strong point of her physique. They were naturally long, and well trained by long and hard work. Combined with her quick reflexes, she was able to maneuver incredibly swiftly in combat, outclassing most opponents in speed and strength. How Earnest used to admire those legs from afar, but now they were as closer than he could ever have imagined.

Earnest’s mind refocused itself, locating the water that the innkeeper drew earlier. His mind had to keep focused on tasks, one after another, to keep control of the wild forces within Rosalind’s body that compelled her to drop everything and descend into a hedonistic self pleasuring session. She found a nearby wash cloth by the bucket of clean water, grabbing the damp cloth and submerging it in the cool water. She sat on a wooden stool and prepared to cleanse herself.

Rosalind brought the cool cloth to her face first, hoping the cool sensation would sober her. It actually worked fairly well, as she began to wash away all the dirt and dust of yesterday. However, after her face was clean she needed to move on to the other dirty parts of her body. She decided to clean her arms next, but even just the feeling of the cloth sliding up and down the skin of her arms tantalized her.

Earnest’s mind knew that washing these areas first was just putting off the inevitable. Rosalind would have to clean her whole body eventually. It was no use stalling, Rosalind moved on to her breasts. Her hands that carried the wet washcloth hovered in front of her chest, and closed the gap to make contact. Instantly, the feeling of the rough cloth touching her sensitive erect nipples sent a shock through Rosalind’s whole body, nearly causing an orgasm by itself. She blinked in shock, then swallowed hard as she began to work the washcloth.

The textured cloth rubbed against her nipples, sending maddening pleasure throughout her, breaking down Earnest’s resolve with every second that it continued. Even though Earnest’s mind had tried its best, it was losing ground. Rosalind found that her hand kept moving, even though Earnest’s mind knew that it needed to stop immediately. The rebellious hand continued anyways, fueled by the irresistible reward of pleasure that Rosalind’s body offered. Rosalind’s hands continued to use the rough washcloth to rub her nipples, finally discarding the lie that it wanted to clean anything as it adjusted its fingers to grope her breasts and tease her nipples between her fingers.

God, they were so sensitive. So this was the result of what the misfit boys had done to Rosalind? Earnest imagined Rosalind, possessed by Ricard, playing with her breasts as she pleased and training them to become more sensitive, to the point that they could cause an orgasm on their own. He imagined Rosalind groping, rubbing, circling, and pinching her sensitive nipples with a perverse look of pleasure on her face, experimenting and learning what her body responded to. Earnest imagined her reaching orgasm from the movements that her possessor imposed upon her, moaning and spasming as pleasure was sent to both Rosalind’s mind and her controller’s.

A huge tidal wave rocked Rosalind’s body, forcing an audible moan from her mouth that escaped before Earnest could prevent it. At this point, Earnest’ couldn’t prevent Rosalind’s free hand from darting between her legs, sending fingers to enter herself in a **** greed for more pleasure. They moved inside her wildly and intensely, pushing against her most sensitive spots with all the strength that fingers could muster. The simultaneous sensations pouring into Rosalind from her nipples and g-spot brought her over the edge as she felt her whole body orgasm.

She arched her back, barely managing to hold back further moans, falling off of the low wooden stool onto the floor. She barely noticed as she was completely enraptured with pleasure. With the fingers that were still inside her, she felt her muscles tighten and throb with every wave of pleasure. Even though she was in the throes of a climax, her fingers refused to stop moving, and kept pushing against her quivering insides. Her whole body kept being buffeted by wave after wave of mind bending sensation. Right as she thought that she was through most of it, the fingers inside her amplified their intensity, and the hand on her breast pinched and twisted her nipple hard, sending fresh waves of intense electricity crashing through her. Earnest’s mind lost track of time, as Rosalind’s orgasm seemed never ending.

Finally her hands fell away from herself. Her arched back finally relaxed as she lay exhausted on the floor, splayed out. She was still riding out the smaller aftershocks that were on their way out. She felt like she couldn’t move a limb if she wanted to. Rosalind laid there, catching her breath, trying to comprehend what she had just gone through.

She had just succumbed to the immense pressure of her lust, which she greatly underestimated. Despite all efforts, Rosalind’s body overpowered Earnest’s mind and **** it to relieve its needs. As her body cooled down, she was afraid to discover that her desires had not fully emptied out of her. She felt like she had enough left in her to do it a few more times, and to do it much harder and more intensely than she had just done. Even though her body was willing to continue, Earnest’s mind was back in control again and he got her up off the ground.

This was the aftermath of the misfit boys and their dark magic. They had turned Earnest's childhood sweetheart, his hero, into… this. He now became concerned about his recovery plan. Even if her mind returned to what it was before arriving in Knottori village, would she be the same Rosalind? Her body would still bear the results of the misfits boys’ training, the black mind slime couldn’t fix that. Earnest had just felt the effects that this lustful body had on his own mind, and wondered if it would affect Rosalind’s mind just the same.

While ruminating on these concerns, Rosalind finished her bathing. She had to be careful with her more sensitive areas, but since she had just relieved the pressure within her, she was able to stay in control until the task was done. Rosalind dried herself off with a towel and dressed herself in new clothes. She left the bathing room with her dirty clothes in one arm and returned to her room upstairs. She dumped her dusty clothes on the bed, which was covered by dust and dirt from when she slept in those same clothes last night. She would have to wash them later. Well, then again she wasn’t doing anything at the moment, so she bundled the sheets and clothes up and brought them downstairs. The innkeeper let her know that she could wash and hang her laundry out back, and Rosalind left to complete the chore.

While she kept herself busy with washing and hanging, her mind concerned itself with the immediate future. The needs that Rosalind’s body had, the needs that the misfit boys had **** Rosalind’s body to have were intense. Earnest’s mind had underestimated them, leading to the guilty act that had just occurred. She would need to rely on Alesia’s medicine to help her through this, or else these shameful incidents would not only continue, but escalate. She could feel it now, growing within herself, urging her to seek pleasure. It would eventually grow to be uncontrollable without help.

Earnest recalled the interrogation once again, and recalled all the training and experimenting that they had done on Rosalind. He thought of the vibrating magic tool, the one Rosalind used not only for private mastrubation, but also for discrete usage in public. Earnest imagined Rosalind casually chatting with villagers with the crystal inside her, vibrating and emitting pleasure while her audience remained unaware. God, how that must have felt…

Earnest recalled Ricard’s description of using the wooden sword hilt to push the vibrating crystal as deep as it would go, pressed against the entrance of Rosalind’s womb, sending vibrations throughout her lower body. Ricard had said that this method could potentially surpass her current most sensitive spots, and bring about a whole new level of pleasure, given further training. More sensitive than the spots that Rosalind had used in the bath? Earnest couldn’t help but feel… dreadfully curious about this.

Rosalind found herself done with the laundry, which brought Earnest’s mind back to the present. He needed to see Alesia now. Hopefully she would have something ready, because Rosalind’s body was already asking for a second round. Rosalind returned to the inn, and went back to the second floor, knocking on Earnest’s room door.

This time, Coltia answered.

“My my~ Look who we have here~ The knight of Knottori~ Don’t worry about the boys, I’ve locked them up again. While I was doing that, were you having a fun time~? It sure sounded like you did~ My hearing is awfully sensitive don’t you know~?”

Rosalind panicked as she thought back to the moan that she let out in the bathroom.

“Um… uh… sorry. Sorry about that. Anyways, where is Alesia?”

Coltia stepped aside to reveal Alesia laying on the bed face up. She had some black marks on her forehead, ones that looked like a familiar spell. Rosalind was puzzled for a second, before recalling what Alesia had proposed earlier. She must be preparing to enter Earnest’s body, to eat and exercise as she had explained. Alesia lifted her head to look at Earnest, and blushed as they made eye contact.

“Uh… hey there Earnest. The uh, potion that you asked for. I made it, and I think it works, but I’m not sure. I’ve never had to make anything like this before, but in theory, it should do what you asked. Uh, be careful though, maybe take just a sip first and see how you feel? It’s next to my brewing stand right now.”

Coltia stepped out into the hallway. In the corner of the small room, Alesia had set up some of her apothecary instruments, and on one of them was a small pot with a brown-green mixture. Next to it was a bottle with some of the same mixture. Rosalind went inside and took the bottle.

“Thanks Alesia. I’ll let you know if anything goes wrong. For now, I’ll bring it with me. Thanks for this, and thanks for taking care of my body too. I don’t know how long I’ll be in Rosalind, but I’ll get out as soon as everything finally calms down. The knights and the church should be on their way. For now, I’ll do some training, and patrol the village. Knottori still needs a knight after all.”

Rosalind left the room and Coltia re-entered, closing the door behind her. Rosalind took the stopper off of the bottle and took a small sip of the potion. It was bitter, incredibly bitter, but she made the effort to swallow it. The bitterness remained in her mouth as she plugged the bottle and made her way downstairs. She asked for water to wash the taste out of her mouth, before leaving the inn and heading off to train.