Lirra is having issues with her urges.

Lirra had moved to her room after enjoying dinner with her companions. She didn't feel quite right. Her mind was a bit fuzzy and her body was hot. She caught herself rubbing her thighs together during dinner. While her friends were right there. It made her feel such shame. Lirra was proud of her self control after all and moments when it lapsed were rare.

'It must have been the ****. Combined with the relaxation provided by the baths,' Lirra thought to herself. 'And the striking features of my fellow companions weren't helping either.' That last thought took her by suprise. She saw all of them as friends, but certainly not as anything more than that. Lirra walked over to the small wash basin in her room. It contained fresh, cool spring water.

She splashed some water in her face. It helped. A little bit. It did bring her a bit of clarity though as she realized now for the first time how wet she had become between her legs. Lirra looked down and saw that her beige cotton pants had a bit of a dark patch around her pussy. She put a hand to it and found the fabric moist. 'Oh no. How long has this been visible? Did anyone see when I stood up and walked to my room?,' Lirra asked herself.

She undid the string and lowered her pants, stepping out of them when they reached her ankles. She bent over and looked down at her panties. Where her pants had been a bit damp, her panties were soaked. The white fabric had become slightly see-through and Lirra could clearly see her pussy lips. A whiff of her own scent hit her as she bent down.

The smell of sweat had been washed from her body completely during her time in the bathing house, replaced by the smell of blooming lotusus. But another fragrant and musky smell was quite clearly present. Lirra couldn't stop herself as she inhaled deeply. The scent was familiar. It was her own. Her arousal. Even though moments like these were rare, she regognized it with ease.

The blonde paladin used her fingers to peel of her soaking underwear, revealing her trimmed golden pubic hair. She placed her panties next to the desk for later washing. She grabbed one of the neatly folded towels and dipped it in the fresh water of the basin. She then used the damp towel to wipe her lips clean of her slickness. The feeling sent a shudder down her spine as the cool towel made contact with her hot body.

Lirra spent maybe a little bit to long rubbing the towel over her private parts, but managed to control herself. She brought the towel back up, smelling her own arousal on it, before wetting it once more in the bowl, wringing it out and hanging it over the chair to dry. Next, she undid the straps on her brown cotton blouse, taking the garment off and putting it with her other clothes.

Finally she unclasped her bra. She let out a sigh of relief as she pulled it off, allowing her ample breasts to hang free. She never liked the feeling of this bra, but it was the only one she had that also fit under her armour. The change in temperature caused another small shiver. Lirra also noticed her pink nipples were fully erect. 'I should get some sleep,' she told herself. 'These feelings will pass. they always do.'

Lirra would have been right too. If the feeling had been a natural one. What she didn't know was that the wine she drank had a little something of Melinae's inside. The corrupted milk had been absorbed by her digestive system and the toxins present within were working their dark magic inside her body. When they entered her bloodstream, they eventually found her ovaries and caused her hormone production to spike.

This time the urges wouldn't go away so easily. Lirra laid down on her bed and pulled the sheet over her body. She found a comfortable position and attempted to seek out the sweet embrace of sleep. She heard something falling to the floor in the central room and then a bit of laughter. Monaa and Melinae were clearly still having fun. Lirra hoped they would try to keep it quiet at least.

Sleep didn't come for Lirra easily, to her immense frustration. Her mind kept wandering as her body demanded attention. She thought about showing Monaa and Melinae the baths tomorrow, her mind quickly wandering to how their naked bodies would look. She caught herself drifting to these impure thoughts, focusing on something else in an attempt to ignore her urges.

She thought back to when she had fought the ogres with her friends. She was lucky she had been able to stop that shaman before he finished his spell. Otherwise they surely would have died. Or worse, captured. She heard of what ogres did with their prisoners. The men were **** to fight in their makeshift arena's and the women were taken as pleasure slaves.

Some Night Eleven women had escaped from the Dire Maul and reached civilization. Their accounts were one of the main reasons for the bounty she and her companions had accepted. She remembered reading them. How the women were tied up and **** time and time again. treated like dogs. No worse than dogs as they were **** to service Ogre after Ogre and take cock after cock.

The images in her mind had disgusted her at the time, but now even the thought of a disgusting throbbing Ogre dick caused her body to warm up. Once again, Lirra caught herself in time, stopping her legs rubbing together before any release could be achieved. Lirra decided this needed to end. She thought back to her training as a paladin, focusing on the time her trainers at Northshire taught her how to deal with urges like these.

Her mentor, brother Sammuel, had clearly been uncomfortable discussing it with her. After all, most paladins were men. So instead he sent her to priestess Anetta for this particular lesson. Lirra remembered what Anetta had said: "As a paladin it is your duty to protect those that can't protect themselves. This requires total focus." Lirra had nodded politely as Anetta told her what she already knew.

"This is why we take the vow of chastity. It tempers the mind against pleasures of the flesh. Imagine you're so distracted with the striking looks of a merchant, thinking of what he looks like under his clothes, that you don't notice it when he pulls a dagger and stabs the mage that is with you in the guts," the blonde priestess had said. Lirra thought at time the example was a little graphic, but the woman was trying to get a point across.

"Taking the vow doesn't mean these urges go away,' Anetta continued. "They are ever lurking, part of the natural cycle of humans. But not giving in to them builds strength and character. And giving in to them is a slippery slope towards corruption and darkness. When the urges grow bold, remember your pledge to the light. A simple prayer may not always be heard, but it might give you the clarity you need."

Lirra knew what she had to do if she wanted to get any sleep tonight. She put her hands together on top of the sheet and recited a quick prayer: "Light above. May you grant me strength in times of strife and clarity in times of confusion." She didn't know if anyone or anything had heard her, but she did notice the urge to touch herself was lessening.

Lirra let out a sigh of relief as she was able to slowly drift to sleep. Unknown to her however, her prayers had been heard. But not by a creature of light. An unseen presence was ever listening to the occupants of the temple. While it would not be able to intervene directly against one so pure, Its agents could. It was only a matter of time until the golden light of the paladin's soul would be snuffed out and be replaced with something much more beautiful.