Hilda has a vivid dream

Hilda's mind is a swirl as she drifts off into the subconscious.

The once-mighty warrior struts naked through the grand hall of the queen. Every inch of her soft, voluptuous form is on display as she passes the many courtiers, courtesans, and... concubines(?) milling about, all of whom seem to ignore Hilda's shameful appearance as they continue on with their own affairs.

The nude, naughty noble blushes as a shiver runs down her ample body, making jiggle oh-so-enticingly for the large crowd. She's naked! In front of everyone! A growing hotness springs from her soft, large belly as shame merges with the naughty thrill of it all. She tries to cover herself up, and yet finds herself unwilling or unable to, as if her traitorous arms wont obey her...

Surely someone will notice she's completely naked in the middle of the court! They'll taunt her and tease her for sure. Maybe... maybe they'll go even further?

Hilda's face grows hot and she bites her lip at the thought. Her shame quickly gives way to excitement as she eagerly waits for someone to see her and comment.

Her nipples grow hard, and a slutty moan escapes from her lips. She's **** for someone to touch her, tease tease her, even... even shame her and humiliate her!

Hilda's clit starts to throb with need as her lower lips swell and her sweetest of juices trickle forth.

Another moan, much more wanton and obvious escapes from Hilda's mouth, and as answered moments later, as if someone off in the distance is going through a similar situation as the naked, needy noblewoman.

She's so horny! And no one is even looking her way! Hilda moans again as she feels the sweat drip off her bare breasts, down over her soft, curvy belly, down towards her now thoroughly leaking honey pot.

"Look at me! Take me!" Hilda tries to yell as she looks around the room, but finds something silencing her voice.

Off in the far off distance, that same naughty, almost whorish moan calls out again.

Hilda's breathing grows ragged and her heart pounds in her ample, deliciously saggy chest as a strange, yet very welcome scent fills the air.

It... it's earthy... and very musky... yet... somehow exotic.

It reminds her of another scent she knows (quite well in fact), but in her lusty fog, she just can't place it.

There's that same cry off in the distance again, and this time it's followed by the feeling of intense pleasure springing forth from Hilda's naughty, needy womanhood.

Hilda's eyes cross as she feels her mind melting from the pleasure. She tries to answer that far off cry with one of her own, but finds something is muffling her voice...

She... she's drowning?!

Another shock of pleasure courses through her as the thought is driven from her mind and that musky scent fills her nose...