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Hilda trembles in a mixture of shame, arousal, and embarrassment as she wordlessly looks up at the shocked man of her dreams.

Her face is beet red and feels as hot as the sun. Her nipples are erect and hard as diamonds, jutting out from her ample, slightly saggy bosom and digging into her arm as she futilely tries to cover up.

Her other hands has crept down between her legs to try to shield her juicy, needy, naughty lady place (one of the many very technical terms Hilda was taught regarding anatomy).

She struggles to stifle a moan as she accidentally brushes a finger across her throbbing, aching clit, causing her love juices to dribble down her thighs and pool in the palm of her hand.

Hunk, that armor-clad stud-muffin, meanwhile is frozen in place as his own face grows red. He's never seen anything quite like this, and none of his knightly training ever prepared him for it either.

He's like a deer caught in the lamp-lights. A sexy, hunky, good-smelling... NO! STOP THINKING LIKE THAT, HILDA!

And the fairy who caused it all? Well, from her spot on a nearby tree branch, Bluebelle sees he too is wearing lots of shiny metal like Hilda was...