Hilda's dream

Hilda imagines herself back at her keep, inspecting a band of soldiers while she's decked out and ready for war.

She's giving a speech, but as she talks, the soldiers seem disinterested, mutinous even. She tries to assert herself, but it doesn't work. 'Why should we listen to her? She's helpless. She can't even keep her clothes on!'

Hilda looks down at herself, she sees everything is in fact falling away from her.

The sleeping Hilda lets out a long moan as her hands wander down to her pussy and start fingering herself while she sleeps.

She tries to take control of the situation and reassert herself, but the troops just laugh at her. Hilda tries to hold onto her armor, then her clothes, but it all keeps slipping out of her grasp, like its covered in oil. Soon she's down to just her panties.

All those eyes, looking at me. I feel like a helpless little slut.

The panties vanish, leaving her completely naked in front of the troops. They move in on her and grab her arms, keeping her from shielding her breasts and pussy.

"This is the real you, harlot. Just accept it!" Says one of the knights as she slips three fingers into Hilda's soaking wet pussy. Hilda lets out a scream of pleasure as she cums, both in her dream and in real life.

The sensation causes her to sit up gasping and wide awake. She looks around. It's daylight now.

"That was... something else," Hilda says as she shivers in pleasure. She still feels incredibly horny after that dream and when she looks down at herself, she see her hands and crotch are covered in her own juices.

I've got to get back home.