Return to the Knights

The knights were surprised to see you when you did finally catch up to them but welcomed you back without any complaint. You did however hear some of them whispering behind your back.

“I told you she wouldn’t become a slut like the others.”

“Yeah, I knew you were right… but when she left her duty to go ‘there’… I don’t know man, I kinda got my hopes up… like once you are an adventurer long enough you will sleep with anybody, you know?”

“Don’t you dare make a move on the Hero, the captain gets a whiff that you are even thinking it your head will roll.”

To these people you were The Hero, some sort of sacred and holy existence. Despite the growing arousal you were feeling you realized there was no relief to be had from the men around you. That night when alone you found yourself sniffing your clothes and hair which somehow held on to that scent from earlier. It was faint but enough to cause your juices to flow and your body to cry out with need.

“mmmnnngg”

Your voice slipped out as you began to touch yourself, which was followed by a cry of alarm from outside.

“Are you ok Hero?”

“Yes, sorry, there was a rock under my bedroll and it surprised me.” You lied.

Your body was too sensitive. Every time you tried self-pleasure it quickly became impossible to stifle your moans and cries. This happened at the castle too. Someone would knock on the door or check to see if you were ok. Now even while everyone else was asleep your tent was guarded. And so, you had to push your sexual urges down and continue on.

The last leg of the trip was uneventful aside from the reports from the scouts. It seemed that the demon army would arrive before your group. The commander ordered a **** march, and you spent the next two days without sleep. The hope was that you could make up some time and then get a good night sleep on the last day before arriving at the city built around the Goddess temple.