Take matters into her own hand

It's no use! I have to do this.

Hilda moans aloud as one hand mauls her bare breasts while the other flies to her aching honey pot and slips three fingers inside.

"Oooooooh! Fuck!" Hilda screams as her legs give out and she falls to her knees. She brings her soaking fingers up to her nose and sniffs them, her own scent driving her wild.

What would something think if they saw me now? What... what would mistress think?

Hilda shoves her sticky fingers into her mouth, sucking on them like they were candy, moaning in approval at her own tangy taste.

"They would think I'm some naughty, slutty girl that can't control herself," Hilda groans as she continues to diddle herself. "Some stupid little slut that can't stop playing with her... OOOOOOOOHHHHH... with her p-pussy."

Hilda shuts her eyes as she continues, imagining a crowd has started to gather around her, some of them people that know her. There are some of her servants, some of her peers, and then there's... "OOOOOOOHH MISTRESS!"

The crowd starts to murmur and laugh as the naked knight debases herself, keeping her legs wide and her bouncing breasts uncovered so everyone can see her.

"I... I'm not a dirty girrrrrl," Hilda moans as her hand stays firmly planted in her horny hole. She's desperately trying to drive out her naughty, horny thoughts, but it just isn't happening. "I'm not a harlot! O-or a s-slut!" Hilda shouts as she imagines Milly staring at her.

Hilda's fantasy continues, with her imagining herself back at her keep, where she's being paraded around naked, on a leash, on her hands and knees like a dog while her servants and fellow nobles alike rummage through her home, taking what they like.

"Nooooooo.... those are miiiiiine!" Hilda groans, her pussy twitching every time she imagines herself losing something important.

The wailing warrior is now lying face down, ass up in the soggy dirt, the loud *schlicking* of her pussy seeming to echo all around her as the knight's love juices spill on the ground, until finally, her whole body shaking, Hilda cums.

Her toes curl as her hungry hole tries to swallow her fingers as the knight's sweet cream sprays all over her legs and thighs. Hilda lies there, in her extremely compromising position for what feels like hours, thinking about what it would be like to lose everything, give up her exhausting life of constant decision making and noble obligations to become someone's simple, slutty pleasure ****.

Hilda's juicy box starts to leak again as she contemplates it, but, in a surprising display of willpower (or maybe its just fatigue) she pulls her hand away and slowly starts to get back up.

"What am I doing?" She says as she reverts to a sitting position. Without thinking, she tries to brush the dirt from her face, instead smearing her fragrant love honey on it. "I-I can't believe I would think about such a... a sick fantasy!"

Hilda stands up on her wobbly legs, temporarily driving her naughty thoughts away, her cheeks blushing in shame. "It's all that woman's fault!" The noble-in-name-only says as she squeezes her thighs together. "S-she vexed me!"

The weakening woman whimpers as she shudders in little orgasmic aftershocks and thoughtlessly runs her sticky hands all over her muddy body.

"W-what if someone had seen me!?" Hilda squirms, a grin quickly flashing over her face as she cocks her hip to the side and exposes herself, before quickly covering back up and shaking her head in disgust.

"I... I need to get hoooooome," Hilda groans as she stumbles along the path. "I... I can't get caught, n-not like this!"