Rennia sat on the ground, back turned to Maeve, ass facing her new friend. Butt naked, her hands barely covering her growing cock from Maeve. Maeve, who sat at her back, constantly leering over with her dark hair. Her hands were on Rennia's back, fingers gentle to the touch as she spread them out as if she was getting a feel for her body.
"Is this really necessary? Shouldn't you just cast something with your grimoire or an incantation?"
Maeve got really, really curious and then slapped her on the upper side of her buttocks. A shiver ran up Rennia's spine, making her jump slightly. As she felt maeve's delicate hands leave atleast a phantom imprint.
"Ah, stop that!" she shouted. "This was a horrible idea. If I had known you were a pervert, I would not have partnered up with you, spoiled brat."
Maeve held her hands to her lips. Quiet, you cretin. I'm helping. And honestly…" Her eyes swept over Rennia's body again, slow and greedy."How am I supposed to ignore tits like that—and a cock like that—sitting on some flustered peasant girl. It's maddening."
Rennia bit her lip as Maeve viewed her with a hawk's eyes. Her hands trailed across her back as if she was kneading dough, but it felt more like a massage—a stress-relieving one. Being so close, being so erect, she could barely calm herself. Maeve was just complicating matters.
She wanted to moan, she really did, but that would send the wrong message.
"Are you done yet?" Rennia asked, mildly annoyed, and yet her mouth betrayed her body.
Maeve giggled as she stared down past Rennia's shoulders, whispering the words "big" and "wow" into her ear.
Rennia doubled down on covering herself, scowling at the mage, who simply smiled back at her, eyes filled with sensual sensitivity.
She blew air out of her mouth. It could be way more unpredictable. At least Maeve was helping where Ishmere "couldn't" find time to.
It was weird that just two days ago she had been snobbish and woeful, full of nonsense to be honest, and now she was drooling over Rennia like some brainless fool. It made her wonder—was there some hidden skill or ability to her Maiden class that made people fall in love with her, or was the dick just simply pussy magnet?
She felt little magical leylines hover all over her body, moving from spot to spot to spot as maeve's delicate touch tingled and tickled her back. She felt an insatiable warmth around the area of her mouth, sharply so. Sharply enough that it stung at the far end of her lips, the crevasse where her cheeks bloomed.
"Right there!" Maeve pointed at the right side of her face.
"W-what?" Rennia asked, stuttering.
"Right here," Maeve repeated herself. "The hex was placed here on your face. Someone kissed you to do it." Maeve leaned in closer. "It's how hexes work, anyway. You need something physical, tangible, to make the connection. Someone you know or don't know kissed you here, transferred their intent, and to be honest, it feels quite powerful, even for someone of great stature like me."
Rennia ignored her remarks. She rubbed her cheek, blushing all the way.
"So what now?"
Maeve had a mischievous smile. "I can cast [Dispel] as simply as if it were a prayer, but unless the caster establishes some kind of connection to the recipient, it won't do much. The alternative is you wait out the hex, which could be hours or days, maybe a month."
Rennia shivered at the thought of her "growing" more and more over the coming days. She pressed her thighs togethe, it was already impossible to ignore the growing weight. Seven inches....maybe more if it threatened to swirl, and swell, and curl like a sword. The thought of walking outside like this, in public made her pulse spike.
She took a deep breath. Let her arms sag. She had to bite the dust here. Even if Ishmere could handle it, how long was she supposed to wait?
"Do what you have to do."
Maeve leaned in closer, wasting no effort in coming closer towards her face. Her breath hitched and her eyes shut as Maeve's lips pressed on to her cheek. Her lips were warm, and soft, almost lingering too long. It sent more shivers down her spine.
Maeve whispered the words "[Dispel Hex]." The words, carried weight and mana, but it was Maeve's mouth that moved something in her.
Her cock was throbbing, of taking it a step further. But she held out, the living system connected to her from wherever it really was.
[Hex: Libido dispelled]
[Status Effect removed]
Rennia could feel the corruption seep from her like an open wound. The feeling of acting like an erratic primitive vanished, but the arousal remained. Whatever caused her cock to grow stopped, but she didn't shrink either, and she sat there staring at this brooding, perverted, uptight stranger who had smooched her in the face. And then she felt conflicted.
"A succubus kiss, or maybe a fae?" Maeve stared at her with serious intent. "It had to be that."
Rennia's toes curl, and her eyes went wide. "Succubus? You're saying a succubus did this to me?"
"Not might have—definitely did it. Someone likely targeted you."
Rennia looked away, surprised as to why Ishmere wasn't aware of this, but it did explain the zapping feeling of her energy being drained from her. A succubus. Now that unnerved her. Arosia warned her that bad actors were about and that she wanted Rennia to deal with it. Was this the start of that? She needed to explain it to Ishmere, and hopefully for once they could both do something about it. But right now, would be a bad time for this discussion.
She blinked. And Rennia realized she was suddenly on the ground, her in the dirty grass. Maeve was sitting on top of her chest, gripping her bare breasts, squeezing them, and pulled her face close to Rennia's.
"I don't know what it is about you, but I feel a strange pull towards your body, like I need to taste a part of you. And I don't think it's—" Her hands trailed down Rennia's stomach and even lower. She gripped Rennia's tight cock and slowly started moving her hand up and down, slowly.
Her face leaned lower, and then she whispered, "I've had people who have wanted me, but never had i wanted someone like you—"
"Nope. Nope, not now!"
Rennia pushed her off, causing Maeve to yelp as she fell backwards onto the ground. She couldn't afford another mishap happeing.
"Hey! Ow. That hurts!"
Rennia ran towards where her pile of clothes lay next to the rocks on the river and then made haste to redress herself. As Maeve struggled to recompose herself, the noble lady stood up and then glared at her half-naked body. Then a pair of running footsteps came from the direction of the tavern, and Ishmere appeared, out of breath, gasping for air.
"There you are! I was wondering why you left—"
She turned her head to spot Maeve on the ground, rubbing her thigh, and then sneered out of disapproval. "You? Just what is going on here? What are you doing to my student?"
Rennia rolled her eyes. Now she was her student, all of a sudden. Whatever. Maeve kinda did what she expected of Ishmere, so it all worked out in the end. Sure, she was stuck there for a moment, but her issue was solved.
Maeve, still rubbing off the pain of her butt, stared furiously at Ishmere. "I was helping her with the hex she had trouble with. What's it to you? Are you keeping her around like a trinket?"
"What—the nerve of your arrogant little mouth. I will deal with you later." She pointed her finger at Maeve and bared her teeth. "Using magic in my demesne without my permission—that's an offensible crime in some places."
"Demesne?" Maeve asked.
Ishmere ignored her and faced Rennia.
"I know you had a problem, but you can't just abandon your post. C'mon, it's a dualistic thing we got going here. I said I'd help you and I meant it. Relying on third-party nobodies is a sure way to backfire."
Rennia shrugged. She could care less. The issue was gone, for now. Maeve, however, didn't let the insult simmer away.
"A nobody? I'll have you know I come from a prestigious family of very wealthy merchant lords. You, on the other hand—I barely feel an ounce of mana on you. I'm to believe you're teaching her magic? Are you even aware of her predicament, you midget of a woman?"
Ishmere's hair seemingly flared up as she approached Maeve on the ground. Rennia backed a bit further away, still processing everything, how lively her life had gotten in the span of a week.
She thought of the goddess's words, that still simmered at the back of her head in that underground dungeon. For some reason, she didn't believe the hex was just a coincidence. If it was neither Ishmere nor Maeve, then her hands were going to be full soon. So much for learning to live with a penis. Although...she took time to stare at the pair going at it, insulting each other. Staring at their appearances, their bodies, their "friendships"—perhaps there were more exciting prospects to push forward to. For now, she needed to clear her head and what better way to do that then to admire the two strange dolts around her.