Hilda wakes up...

Hilda woke up in a daze to the feeling of something pleasantly rubbing against her crotch.

She cooed in pleasure and tried to stretch her arms, when she found they were being restrained by something. In a panic, she started to struggle before a strong, comforting voice calmed her down.

"Easy there, it's alright. You're safe. Calm down," it was Lord Hunkington.

Hilda looked around as her wits returned to her (although that methodical rubbing continued). She was on a horse, sitting in the saddle in front of her secret crush. She could feel cold metal pressed up against her shoulders, back, and... buttocks? She was still completely naked!

The nude knight let out a whimper as her face turned red and the scale of the situation set it. She tried to bury her face in her hands, but her hunk's bulky arms and body were wrapped around her so he could hold onto the horse's reins, effectively pinning her to the spot.

"Now, now, no need to get upset girl. I'm just taking you to my castle until we can figure out what to do with you. It's just not safe for a simpleton to wander around these days," he said, unintentionally wounding Hilda's already hurt pride.

She was fighting back the tears as she thought about everything that had happened to her today. The loss of her gear, the shame of being so easily defeated, and this new humiliation she was enduring at the well-intended hands of her deepest crush. Hilda would have continued to wallow in self-pity, but another jolt of the saddle brought her back to the present...