A Night in the Land of Nod

A few hours later I was jolted into awareness as I felt Martina’s legs slide down and squeeze my sides.  A quick check to see that she was still resting left me initially thought that it was nothing more than her shifting in her sleep, then her arms shifted to grab my sides too.  Before I knew it, she had changed from laying on top of me to straddling me.  I was beginning to calm down thinking to myself, “It’s okay, people move in their sleep all the time, just because her arms and legs moved like that doesn’t mean that anything is about to happen, then her hips joined in too.  At first it was slow, and I thought it was just another awkward shift of her weight, then she did it again.  I tapped Martina on her shoulder with my free hand, “Martina, are you alright?”

 

Her only response was a low moan, “Sir Knight… please…”

 

As she continued to rub herself against me, my shaking of her grew more frantic, but she was still stuck in her dream.  I suppose I could hit her harder, but I really didn’t’ want to do that when she had just recovered from the low temperatures.   I looked around hoping that one of the other girls had woken up and would be able to help me out, or at least testify in my defense come morning, but naturally I was the only one awake.  Even Felìcita who was right on top of Martina seemed undisturbed.  

 

I could feel Martina’s lips near my ear, her breathing was growing more rapid.  At the same time as she rubbed her lower body against mine I could feel an entirely separate set of lips moving closer and closer to their goal.  I could feel heat radiating from them, even the moisture was hot.  Her legs were fully clasped around my waist and her arms were holding me tight, pressing her ample chest into me.  I could feel every shiver down her spine, every pulse of heat in her body, hear every small gasp or moan coming from her mouth.  I remember that the scent of her was akin to that of some imported peppers that I had once sampled and the smell filled the air.  With a unusually powerful movement, Martina shifted Felìcita off her back, as the girl rolled over onto Rina I hoped that this would wake either of them, but I was in no luck.  I turned back to Martian and had to stifle a gasp.  While Martina’s normal clothes left little to the imagination, they certainly didn’t prepare me for the sight of her nude.  Her heart shaped rear was slightly elevated, her back was slick with sweat, and her hair was unkempt and matted, clinging to the moisture on her back.  With the glow of the fireside lighting her up, I nearly lost control of my blade then and there; I must admit that I was enjoying the attention, my own sword was nearly fully erect and the sensation of her growing closer and closer to me with each movement was amazing.  Finally she was on me, her opening was sliding across my blade and nearing the tip.  She moaned quietly, “Sir Knight… your lance…”

 

I knew I was close to losing control of myself, I couldn’t let that happen, nor could I let Martina continue to her inevitable destination.  Not then, not after Martina asked me to wait until we were at the hot springs, not after asking all the girls to trust me in saving Martina’s life.  I did the only thing I could think of; I stuck my own hand down there, using my entire forearm to provide a cover between Martina and my blade.  Soon Martina was moving as before, but this time it wasn’t right up against my sensitive regions.  It wasn’t long before I calmed down and my blade returned to my scabbard.  Moments later, I could feel the sticky trickle of her liquids dripping down my hand.  She curled up against me and was still the rest of the night.

 

With a tinge of regret, I wiped her fluids off on the ground and laid back again, resolving to make the most of our time at the druidic grove.  I gently moved Felìcita back to her former position on top of Martian and replaced the disturbed bearskin blanket.