The longing for release invades her dreams.

Lirra fell into a restful sleep. Her willpower and considerable mental stamina had mitigated the feelings of arousal that was plagueing her body. Unfortunately for the paladin, it had not cleansed her of the toxins completely. Inside her body the unnatural chemicals continued to **** her ovaries, causing more hormones to be produced. Her restful sleep slowly turned into a restless one.

Lirra dreamt she was back in the little hamlet of Northshire. Apart from the large cathedral, the village was an unremarkable one. With simple townsfolk, a few petty merchants and a couple nearby farms, including the famous northshire vineyards. It was there Lirra found herself on this pleasant autumn morning. The sun beamed down on her face as she worked up a light sweat collecting grapes.

She felt at peace here. They days started with morning mass and breakfast, followed by quite a bit of free time. Lirra liked to spend hers helping the local townsfolk and today that meant helping with collecting the harvest. The grapes were just right and they had to be off the vines within a couple days so they could be turned into the wine the valley was famous for.

Lirra had already collected 15 baskets by the time the sun was at its highest. She carried them to the cart and pulled it across the small bridge that crossed the stream that divided Northshire valley in half. Milly Osworth, the vineyards owner, was busy counting the baskets her workers brought in. "Got another 15 for you, Milly," Lirra said as she pulled the cart towards the smaller woman.

"By the light Lirra. That's more than most of my workers gather in a day. You should pace yourself. I know you abbey folk use the afternoon to train and I wouldn't forgive myself if I tired you out," Milly said, taking note of the amount of baskets on her sheet of paper. "It's nothing, Milly. The work helps me relax. Keeps my hands busy and my mind quiet," Lirra replied as she wiped some sweat from her brow.

"At least let me reward you this time. I have a bottle of last years vintage and I think you've earned a glass," Milly said, gesturing to the small farmhouse attached to the abbey. "No thanks, Milly," Lirra replied. "I have to stay sharp for the training brother Sammuel has prepared. He told me it would be intense." Milly looked dissapointed. "Oh come one Lirra, one drink can't hurt."

A strange sensation crept up on Lirra. As if she had this conversation before. She shook it off and replied: "Well alright. One drink can't hurt." She followed Milly into her little cottage and sat down at the table. Milly rummaged in a cupboard and took out two glasses and a bottle of Northshire Pinot Noir. She poured two glasses and handed one to Lirra. "To a great harvest!," Milly said as she raised her glass. "To friendship!," Lirra replied as she tapped Milly's glass with hers.

Time seemed to pass quickly as the pair continued talking about life. The wine made Lirra a little tipsy, as evidenced by her face turning a slightly darker shade of pink. "You know," Milly said, "you always help me with all of these boring tasks around the vineyard. Yet you never ask anything in return. Are you really that good a person or is there some other reward you are after?" The farmgirl winked as she asked the question.

Lirra looked confused, staring at the samller woman. The look in her eyes had changed. They seemed... hungry. "I... What do you mean?," Lirra satmmered. "Oh come on, Lirra. I've noticed how you look at me sometimes." Lirra was taken aback by her friends remarks and the sensual tone of her voice. "You know, when my workers put in extra hours I like to reward them for it too," the farmer continued.

"I could offer you the same. Even if your parts down there aren't my usual taste." Milly used her foot to stroke the inside of Lirra's left leg, slowly working it upwards. Lirra shuddered at the touch. It stunned her at first, but then she pushed herself away from the table, almost falling backwards with her chair. "I'm sorry Milly... I don't..."

Lirra quickly stood up, heading for the door. The feelings inside her confused her. Milly's touch had felt great, but at the same time very wrong. She was about to open the door when Milly called out: "Lirra, wait! you can't tell me you don't want to touch these?" Milly pulled her shirt over her head, showing her small, perky tits. Lirra froze again, unused to such wanton behaviour.

Yet there was also a part of her that wanted to give in. To fondle and lick every part of those beautiful breasts. A tingling sensation spread around her pussy. Her willpower won out however. "Milly, I'm not... can not do this. I'm sorry." The words were spoken in a quick hushed tone as she opened the door and ran out. She ran around the corner and leaned against the wall of the abbey.

Lirra noticed she was trembling. This whole situation had clearly put her in a state of shock. She could kill Kobolds by the dozen without getting fazed. Hunt packs of wolves as they howled in the night without a single moment of fear. But the things Milly did had her feeling scared and confused. She took a moment to breathe. In. Out. In. Out. Slowly she regained her composure, using breathing techniques to slow her heartrythm.

The breathing worked and Lirra managed to mostly shake the feeling of schock. The wine must have had a greater effect on Milly than on her, causing her to act this way. Once she sobered up Milly would surely be as embarrassed as she was now. Lirra decided to talk to the farmgirl first thing tomorrow morning. Now she had to return to the abbey. Looking up at the sun, she noticed she was much too late for her training with brother Sammuel.

'Curses. He is going to be so mad at me,' Lirra thought as she already almost forgot what had just happened to her. The last time she was late, the paladin trainer made her check all the books in the library for paper lice. Considering how Lirra hated spending time in there, she would rather have chosen actual physical **** if it had been an option. She entered the abbey and quickly walked through the main hall into the library. As she rounded the corner, Lirra froze in her tracks.