Jalna fell into a deep slumber only minutes after lying down, the physical toll for pushing herself far in a short amount of time completely taking over. She didn't wake even to the noises of Belaim starting to pack most of the camp up, and the occasional clatter of a pot or tool at it was deposited to a makeshift shelf in the cave. In fact, in her current state, likely nothing short of an attack, shouting or violently shaking her awake would have gotten through to her. Her body just needed the time to shut down and recover, and with her last thoughts before sleep took her was the safety she felt touching her sword, her tired mind wasn't as alert as normally. For all intents and purposes, she felt she was safe resting here.<br/><br/>The dwarf finished with his packing, sooner than he expected, and he sat down on a small fishing stool, looking at the lying form of Jalna with eyes capable of seeing well even in darkness. He swallowed hard as the girl shifted in her sleep, and part of the blanket fell aside, giving him glimpses of a round breast, not consciously covered this time. He kept watching as she slowly turned, exposing a long, shapely leg, well defined muscles visible, and the pale thigh that never knew the sun running up to the girl's sex that was at the moment, still hidden from him.<br/>The former templarbit his lip, and felt sweat forming on his brow. He promised her he wouldn't mistreat her, or force himself on her. But it has been so long. He gave his word, but his need screamed in his mind. She was unconscious and never would have gone along with what the irrational part of his mind was suggesting, but her body language, her body.<br/><br/>"Ye awake lass?" he muttered, but there was no chance it could ever register with the sleeping beauty. "Belaim will keep his word, aye." he reminded himself, but his eyes went wide even in the darkness of the cave when the barbarian turned to her back and was nearly completely uncovered, one hand still grasping her sword, the other resting on her belly.<br/>The dwarf swallowed hard, and standing up took a few steps towards her.<br/>"Belaim will keep his word." he muttered again, unheard by anyone but himself, weaker now as he felt his member waking and aching with the need for release. "I will not force ye, but I need yer help." he dropped his worn trousers and from under his loincloth took out his firm, dwarven shaft as he stepped over the defenseless, sleeping Jalna.<br/>"Sorry lass. But only a touch, only a feel is still good aye? If it were wrong, ye'll tell me aye?" he mumbled to the practically unconscious girl, as he carefull let a few fingertips brush over a naked breast, mixed feelings of joy, excitement, shame and disgust swirling inside him. Somehow, he told himself he wasn't breaking his word if he didn't penetrate the girl. He'd just need a bit of extra stimulation, the touch and smell of a woman he forgot, and he could relieve the pent up lust that made him prone to irrational behavior. Yes, he agreed with himself. She'd never be the wiser, and if she helped relieve him now, the witheld feelings wouldn't cause him to grew more desperate in the future. He'd be thankful for it, treat her well.<br/>Slowly, his fingers trailed around her breast and his palm came down flat on it slowly, cupping and feeling the coveted mound. He adjusted himself while holding, and unconsciously now stroking his cock, kneeling over, straddling the girl's torso, his erection looming over her like a grim obelisk.<br/><br/>Jalna didn't sense any of it happening, she was too far away, deep in her dreams. In her mind, she was swimming naked in a nebula of colors, emerging in her home free of worry, the only other person in the hut Veikko, wearing only his loincloth. Rather than seeing him as a father figure, her sexually awakened mind now emphasized his strong body, muscles like solid bronze, oiled up and glistening in the light of the hearth. His beard and hair were the usual disheveled mess but his gaze, it was different now. It was a gaze of longing, perhaps Jalna's own reflected and directed back at her. Even surrendering to lust with Valis she thought of this man, and now the barbarian tribesman, the proud warrior who she idolized growing up was stepping in front of her, taking her hand.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ok, so Jalna's passive perception in her condition is not enough to wake up as long as she's not "shaken awake" and Belaim is going to indulge in some light petting and assisted masturbation, careful not to wake her. Meanwhile, she has an erotic dream about Veikko, her subconscious mind's way of comforting her and trying to bring outside stimuli to her attention. <br/><br/>I'm thinking what they do in the dream might mirror how the dwarf molests her in her sleep.</div></div>