Breath held, Belaim softly squeezed and felt up the barbarian girl's breast, one at a time, while his other hand stroked himself to full mast, then indeed went behind his back as he knelt over her, reaching between her legs and just placing his hand over her slit, a thick finger's length pressing against her opening. He wasn't pushing against her, not wanting to wake her at the sudden feeling of penetration, but his finger did sink between her moistening lips if ever so slightly, as Jalna welcomed her erotic dream.<br/><br/>He started slowly moving his hand over her quim, gently massaging her under the pretense that he was making sure she'd also find some enjoyment in this, trying to absolve himself of some of the guilt of using her for masturbation.<br/>When Jalna called out, or mumbled in her sleep, he got almost so scared he froze momentarily. Soon though, he realized she was experiencing a pleasant dream to his touch and he continued touching her, his pulse still racing. In a bit, he stopped rubbing her, before her feelings would get so intense she woke. Instead he brought back his hand, with a finger coated in her juices and grasped his erection, stroking it a couple of times before shifting forward slightly and pressing it against a breast, feeling the pillowy fullness against his hot member and wishing she would somehow be willing to fulfill his every desire, as more and more carnal thoughts came to him. He kept rubbing himself slowly against her one breast, tip of his cock meeting and circling a nipple playfully, but he already knew this wouldn't be enough. He wouldn't dare play with her sex more, lest he lose every bit of sanity and self restraint and penetrate her. No, no, he told himself. His hands would have to be enough, he was already crossing the line. Still, what if he wasn't the one who did more? What if she in her dream state would want more than just a touch?<br/><br/>Breath held, he stood up and stepped over her, then got down next to her head, looming over her so that his cock was dangling in front of her face as he stroked it, her breath hot on his member, his tip less then an inch away from her softly moaning lips. Silently he prayed, both that this would be enough stimuli to get himself to pleasure, but at the same time that she would respond equally pleasurably to his proximity.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>In Jalna's dream, Veikko was looking at her with a mix of pride, kindness and longing, as his mighty hands touched her with great care, caressing her breasts and exploring her secret place. He was looking in her eyes, their gazes locked, like two lovers who finally found eachother after an eternity. He leaned in to whisper sweet things to her, though she couldn't make out the words fully they made her stomach and heart flutter as the older barbarian slowly pleasured her, in his embrace, until she felt too weak to stand and her legs gave out, Veikko catching her and keeping her from falling fully. Still, she was now sitting on her knees before him, his powerful manhood at attention, evident with need, standing proudly before and pointing at her, his musk intoxicating. He looked at her warmly, and Jalna now had some familiarity, some knowledge of how she could bring him great pleasure. Surely, Veikko would greatly enjoy it too if she responded to his warm feelings and touch.