She splits the difference and edges herself all the way to town.

"N-no... mistress is counting on me. I have to do as she says," Hilda wimpily declares, her eyes once again glowing with strange magic.

A shiver of pleasure runs down her spine and through her loins.

Obeying mistress just feels soooooo good!

The disgraced and increasingly submissive ex-noble struggles back to her feet, her hand still resting atop her fig leaf and continuing to gently rub herself there (I-I need to make sure it stays in p-place! To... MMMMMMM... protect my m-modesty!).

She continues on her way, traveling far slower than a typical peasant walking along the road, especially because she spends so much time *ahem* 'adjusting' her only source of cover.

By the time she finally arrives back in Pilla, her body aches for release. Her breath is short, her cheeks are flushed, her nipples are hard and jut out from her uncovered breasts (Hilda's using both her hands to rub her covered treasure through her little leaf), her mouth is dry, and her fragrant feminine slime leaves a trail behind her in the dirt like the sexiest snail that ever crawled (or do snails slither?).

She's desperate to cum, but equally desperate to accomplish the task mistress gave her. She shudders in shame and orgasmically denied pleasure as the once-brave knight quivers like a lowly trollop at the sight of armed guards in the distance. The sun reflects off their armor telling our simpering sexpot that two people stand watch over the entrance to the village.

Oh gods! They'll... they'll see me! What will I do?! Will they... will they arrest me for indecency? Or search me to make sure I have no contraband?

The warrior woman presses her (sort of) dainty hand against her leaky love pot, moaning as dirty thoughts lay waste to her common sense.

I wonder if they'll make me pay some kind of toll to enter? But since I clearly have no coin... would they make me pay with my body instead? Me, a noblewoman of high birth, forced to get on her knees and service some simple sell-sword!

Hilda runs a finger over her leafy covering along her puffy pussy lips, her cunny honey spilling out from around it like one of those cream-filled pastries she loves so much.

The shame of it! The... the indignity of it all! Forced to commit such lewd acts and sacrifice my body, so that my mistress may avoid embarrassment!

Her eyes glow again, as her mouth falls open and her eyelids droop, lust over taking her mind.

"I... I have to do this... f-for m-mistress's sake, of c-course! Th-that's the only reason!" Hilda blurts out as she subconsciously sucks on her sticky fingers.

Hilda gulps down her own cunny cream and marches (well, staggers really) up to the guards, reeking of lust and with only a single, small leaf to provide her with utterly inadequate covering.