I've always wanted to be Tresdin's squire. I always enjoy fantasizing about entering a tent with her after a long battle and slowly removing her armor, starting at the helmet and making my way down to her boots. At that point she sits down on a stool and commands me to kneel down and remove them one at a time. "Squire, must you pitch another tent so soon?" she says to me. I try to cover it up out of embarrassment, but she kicks my hands away. "You haven't finished yet." I don't understand because I had already removed her armor, but after she gives me a look I realize that she wants me to remove her shoes as well. I take off her shoes and reveal her gorgeous feet, surprisingly soft despite her being a strong warrior, and extremely sweaty. "Lick the sweat off my feet, squire," she commands me. I happily endulge until my raging boner begins to hurt from pressing so hard against my trousers. "Alright, squire, stand up and remove your clothes." I do so while she does the same. Then, all of a sudden, I feel an inescapable desire to stand still. "FIGHT ME" she screams as she pushes me to the ground and gets on top of me. It's only now that I notice she's holding Aghanim's Scepter, and I understand that she won't stop until one of us cums. Her technique gets more and more intense until I am unable to hold back. I cum inside her pussy with the force of a hundred megacreeps. She gets off of me, and as I lay there quivering in pleasure she gets dressed and begins to chuckle. "Only 9 inches? Pathetic."