Just... A little couldn't hurt...

Letting out a soft shudder, and throwing one last look back at where the goblins had run away, you knelt on top of your bedroll, keeping an eye out. And yet... Your hands started to wander. The aphrodisiac was still burning strong, and you simply could not resist... They moved down, sliding across your sleek, soft, pale skin, down until they ran over your large, perky breasts. The feeling of your hand rubbing over your nipple made you audibly gasp in pleasure. It felt so good... It was better than anything you had ever felt. Even though the goblins were gone, and would not be back, their trickery kept it's clutches around your body.

"Nnnghh... It feels so good..." You moaned to yourself, both hands moving now, and moving to take hold of both nipples between index finger and thumb. Rolling them made your body twitch in pure pleasure, and you had to stifle yet another cry. You could feel every beat of your heart, and it felt as if each thump made you hotter and hotter. In response, your fingers only tightened, twisting and squeezing desperately, trying to get rid of this infernal heat, the only way you knew how. To cum. And that happened soon after. You roughly squeezed your perky breasts until you let out an involuntary cry, your toes curling, thighs seizing up and juices leaking from your still pure pussy, unmolested by the horrid goblins.

Even after that orgasm, the heat hadn't left you. Your fingers moved quickly down to your quim and you began to play with it, just like you had done many times in lonely nights in the monastery. Skillfully, you rubbed the top of your pussy, round and round, while you bit your lip. Quickly laying on your back, your other hand moved down between your soft, silky thighs, and over your shaven pussy. Of course, your private parts were in perfect condition. It was one of Lucretia's laws, that her initiates and paladins must maintain perfect genital hygiene. One hand rubbed, while the other caressed your silky thighs. Your sensitivity was so much that even this feeling was erotic, and sent little shocks of pleasure through you. Eventually, that other hand returned to your breast, eagerly squeezing your nipple once again. The hand between your legs rubbed faster and faster, round and round, pleasuring your eager, sensitive clitty with your skilled hands. Soon enough, another orgasm burned through you. You threw your head back, though the sound of your climax was muffled by your teeth, biting down hard on your plump bottom lip, near drawing blood.

You could feel the heat start to fade, but you needed more... More pleasure. You needed something in you. Staring around for a moment, your eyes fell upon your sword. The hilt would do, it was phallic and not too large... You grabbed it, and pressed that soft, leathered pommel against your cunt. And without thinking about what a shameful act you were about to do, you pushed it inside. The breath caught in your throat at the sudden, rather thick intrusion, but quickly you were fucking yourself with your own sword. Moaning loudly, your body propped up on it's side by one elbow, the other pushing that thick haft in and out of your clenching, eager pussy, you felt orgasm approaching. In and out it went, making shameful wet noises, betraying how wet you really were. Gritting your teeth and letting out a final, harsh thrust, jamming it in to the hilt, you finally came. You couldn't hold back the scream of pleasure that tore through your throat, and even a few birds flew away from their perches above you. But you didn't care. You were finally cumming, and you felt the heat of the berries finally recede from your body. Juices squirted out, covering the pommel, and even some of your bedroll. Eyes rolling back and legs closing involuntarily around your sword (lucky avoiding the sharp edges), you were the picture of a horny, shameful paladin.

After finally coming back to your senses, you stood. It was early morning by now, and it was time to get back on the road. You wouldn't sleep any more, not after what had happened last night, and Barrowden beckoned. Packing up your things, you started down the dirt track once again...