Pleasuring herself in the night

Lauren lay there for a long time, her body tingling with desire. She had never wanted anyone like she wanted this knight.

Her hands began to wander under the cloak, her fingers tracing the outline of her breasts, the tips of her nipples pebbling at her touch. She squeezed them gently, feeling the pressure build. The knight's armor clinked as he moved slightly, and she froze, her heart racing. But he said nothing, his eyes still on the darkness beyond the fire.

Emboldened, she slid her hand down to the damp fabric of her undergarments, feeling the slickness between her legs. She bit her lip as she began to rub herself, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was so horny, it was all she could think about.

Her breath grew ragged, and she tried to keep her moans quiet, but they grew louder and more insistent. She was close, so close. And just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, she came with a muffled cry, her body arching off the bedroll.

The knight's eyes snapped to hers, and she saw the heat in them, the question. But she turned away, her face burning with embarrassment. She had never been so mortified.

The next morning dawned cold and crisp. Lauren woke to the sound of birds chirping and the knight packing up their camp. She sat up, her body feeling both relaxed and awkward from the night's events.

"You were quite... vocal last night," Sir Lennis said, not looking at her. "Is there something you wish to discuss?"

Lauren's cheeks burned. "No, I just had a... a nightmare," she lied, her voice small.

He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing more. They broke camp in silence, and Lauren couldn't help but feel like he knew, like he had heard every sound she had made. She blushed at the realization.