It had been a long day. On top of caring for a wounded Azorius, Cevraya had to work double time clearing debris, removing unsalvageable items from the site of the rotwurm attack so the farmers could continue their work. Of course, she'd planned to loot the place anyways, but hefting chunks of earth and sewer single-handed was not in her plan. Beyond that, the soldier she'd rescued from the wreckage required frequent attention, delivering her food and clean garments. Well, as clean as she could get down here. By the end of it, she was exhausted.

Resting her staff against the cave wall, Cevraya let her satchel and robe fall to the ground. A clank echoed through the cavern from the various metal items she'd appropriated from the site, and Iusta stirred. Cevraya cursed herself for not acting more quietly, but the woman was luckily a heavy sleeper. Cevraya slumped against the cool rock of the cave, trying to forget her recent pains. Her wraps were slick and muddy, dirtied from a day wading through detritus. They felt as though they were constricting her, pressing against her chest and shortening her breath. Untying them, she released her upper body from its binding with a soft sigh.  The weight of the day still pressed heavily on her, and she wished she could just get it off.

Cold wind blew across her bared skin, and a sinful grin crept across her face as her nipples stiffened. If her time with Iusta had taught her anything, a little release could be the best relief. She set to work removing her leggings, wiggling out of the fabric as it bunched around her ankles. Fully exposed, she laid back against the cool wall and brought a hand to her chest, squeezing the pert mound. As her left hand kneaded her tender breast, her right moved slowly down her abdomen, finding its way along her ample thighs. Her hand came to rest atop her labia, rubbing across the sensitive folds and dipping a finger between them. 

The pace quickened as she felt her pleasure mounting, grinding her hand along and in herself with a gentle vigor. She pinched a nipple as her finger worked its way inside of her, following it with a second. Her thumb grazed across the hood of her clitoris, eliciting a gasp out of her and prompting her to repeat the motion, rubbing it along her nub as she delved deeper with her fingers. Surrendering to the feelings, Cevraya turned her head and glanced at Iusta. Unintentionally, her mind filled with images of the soldier naked before her, lying back and pleasuring Cevraya in a thousand ways within her head. It was wrong to think of her that way, but Cevraya was too lost in the fantasies to care.

The sensations began to intensify, running through her mind alongside indecent thoughts of Iusta. She oscillated her fingers with increasing abandon as her climax rose, panting softly into the dark expanse. Finally, her orgasm washed over her like a tide of pleasure, blanking her mind in the throes of release. She felt her walls quivering around her hand, letting out lurid moans as clear spurts of her delight trickled down her groin. As her arousal subsided, Cevraya withdrew her hands to rest against her torso. 
Her eyes fell shut and she was pulled into sleep, thinking that perhaps the day hadn't been so terrible after all.