Hilda's knightly accoutrements

Hilda sits up in her bed, a loud crashing sound startles her from her dirty dreams.

"I'm just moving this junky old armor out of her sweetie, go back to playing with yourself," Milly says as she blows Hilda a kiss and carts away another incredibly expensive suit of armor.

"That's the third one this week," Hilda muses as she kicks the sheet off her nude body and starts playing with her erect nipples and wet slit. She looks around her increasingly empty room, noticing there are a lot fewer swords hanging up on the walls as well. "MMMmmmmmm, or is that the fourth?"

The thought quickly leaves the once-mighty knight's mind as she grabs a cookie off her nightstand and munches on it before getting back to the business at hand.

Milly's been living with her for a couple weeks now. The foxgirl sent everyone else away, arguing that they were only making Hilda's life more complicated and hectic, and, the noblewoman (at least still in name, anyway) had to admit that things had been much quieter and relaxing around here without tons of servants and workers and serfs running around all the time.

Hilda did miss her chef and all the wonderful meals she used to dine on, but thankfully the pantry was well-stocked and the knight and her 'friend' had been dining on all the cakes, cookies and other preserved goods on hand (Milly had also started getting other, incredibly expensive food delivered for herself, but hadn't felt like troubling Hilda with that information).

Milly came back into the room, smiling ear to ear as she catches Hilda in the middle of another orgasm. It happens so often these days, Hilda doesn't even blush anymore.

Of course, there were a lot of things Hilda doesn't do any more, almost all of them at Milly's suggestion.