Az found a comfortable spot and removed her armor.  Laying it down beside her, she got out her bedroll.  She didn't want to sleep in her vestments so she removed them too and folded it away.  She'd get out her other clothes in the morning.  She felt safe enough here that she wasn't too bothered with sleeping in the nude, at least not enough to keep her awake.  She laid down and on the bedroll and got as comfortable as she could.<br/><br/>She tried to clear her mind so she could fall asleep; but the more she tried, the more she thought about the cultist.  Why had they attacked her?  Why were they just trying to knock her out and not kill her?  What were they planning to do to her?  As the possible answers to those thoughts ran through her head, she felt a stirring in the pit of her stomach.  He nipples were already hard from the cool night air blowing over her body.  She felt the urge to lightly graze her nipples with her hand, her stiff fur tickling the nerves and coaxing a moan from her lips.  She pinched her sensitive flesh between her fingers and lightly twisted and pulled at it as she released a gasp.<br/><br/>She felt her wetness leaking out of her pussy, coating her thigh as it ran over her anus down to her tail.  She parted her legs and reached her other hand down between then.  Caressing her lips, she stroked them outwardly and then inwardly as she attacked her own nipple.  She cried out in pleasure as the pressure began to build.  She started to hump her own fingers as she rubbed her clit trying to push herself over the edge, but there was a craving that she couldn't reach...something that those cultists would have sated for her.  How could she want such a thing?  They wanted to rape and maybe even torture her but right now she'd have given anything to have them.<br/><br/>She looked around frantically for something to help her.  She saw it.  She stared at it horrified that she would consider such a thing, but the more she masturbated, the closer she came to grabbing it.  She couldn't hold out any longer and grabbed the morningstar with her other hand.  Turning it around, she jammed the handle into her gaping hole.  Her mind raced as her breathing got more and more labored.  She was totally ashamed that she was fucking her own weapon.  How degrading could she be?  But oh god did it feel good.  She wished to god that she could stimulate her nipple as she fucked herself with the morningstar and ravaged her clit with her other hand, she had no way to do it.  Oh god she was so close, but she couldn't push herself over the edge, not without that last little bit.  What was she to do?  How was she going to finish?<strong>Azderal could not leave herself frustrated all night!</strong>