Maeve seated herself on the chair as she stared at the bubble ale, then casually took a sip, frowned, and then took a larger sip, immediately hiccuping. Rennia couldn't help but put her head over the counter to stare at Maeve's juicy thighs. Whatever restraint she had slipped. Her heartbeat was like a locomotive; there was a sensation behind her ears, under her elbows, under her tongue, behind her eyes.
"This? This is good!" Maeve exclaimed, slamming the bubble ale into the counter. "Who made this, did you, I must see to it that I procure a personal supply."
As if speaking about devils, Ishmere appeared out of the background, arms to her side, happily brandishing herself. "That would be me, and I see you're of noble stock, how rare in a City like Ivarcant. The last noble that was here burned down this very tavern, and tried to murder me."
Maeve choked on her drink.
"And this has to do with me, how?" The dark-haired girl asked, almost offended.
The two immediately locked eyes, tense. Both seemingly forgot Rennia was there. Who started to mumble to herself but couldn't do anything coherent; she stopped, nearly slapped herself when she caught herself grabbing her cock under clothing and started stroking. Her voice was faltering, she felt dizzy and very horny. She shifted her weight again, and then a thumping sound hit the counter as her cock tried to free itself by slapping against the wood.
Maeve turned to Rennia, not quite sure she had heard. Rennia knew she had to go or the jig was up; whatever control she had was slipping fast. Maeve speaking to her now was like a piano singing to her—a young budding woman who would be beneath her if she so much as looked at Rennia again.
But it was such a good feeling, to touch it, while staring at maeve, just the idea of being caught itself, sent signals to her nerves. It put her on the egde, of it and well maybe that was the last straw.
"Ishmere, I gotta go to the bathroom real quick, can you handle Maeve here? She doesn't understand seem that I'm busy."
Ishmere blinked, and even Maeve stared in surprise. "Wait, where are you going." They both had said in unison.
Rennia spun around as quickly as she should and slowly strode back off into the back room of the building, then—after closing the backdoor—stared at the forest, as the morning air tickled her nose, and while leaning against the wall, both hands entered her beneath her skirt, she closed her eyes. And stuttered muttering to herself.
A thick, involuntary pulse rolled through her, and her cock jabbed against the far end of her skirt, stretching it mildly. At first it was a twitch, then a slow rumble as the fabric stretched. It was unmistakable. Ismere had said it might happen with time, but… her cock—was it growing???
"Shit, fuck… I can't keep this up"
-997 libido hex.
"Fuck," At the sudden appearance of those words, Rennia bolted forward before she could touch herself at the back of the tavern and into the forest edge, running haphazardly. She used all of her mental instincts to resist the urge, what was important was closing enough distance so that if Maeve was desperate enough to follow, Rennia would be long gone.
Maeve didn't know the environment.
"Quicken!" She shouted, her feet moving like the wind, hammering down the forest. She needed to get as far away from people. The last time something close to this happened, she was running after a man, butt naked, tits out, cock swaying. She could not risk a repeat of such public scrutiny, especially with a growing public identity.
If the goddess was around, as she had implied, now would be a good damn time for her to show up, and cure her of this hex.
As the forest thickened up, she stumbled down a path she didn't recognize, after all, she had only been there a week or so, she came upon something running water nearby. Rennia followed the sound and came towards it, A narrow river, fast but deep enough that one could lodge oneself in it.
"Damn."
She was hoping a warm bath would be better, but if the cold could help her calm down, she was willing to risk it. She double-checked her surroundings; by the looks of it, no one had followed her. Her reliance on Ismère had become a scourge, being hexed wasn't something to take lightly - to be hexed was to be targeted. Just who did she piss off? She doubted either Maeve or Ishmere would do such a thing.
But first came the calm, Rennia undid all of her clothing, every garment, slowly at first, methodical and then frantically threw them off as if she was shedding the pent-up heat itself. As she stood in front of the reflection of the water, in full view of her body, she stared at the stranger before her as she lowered herself.
Her cock had definitely grown by a significant margin, what used to be five inches of extra trouble, was now thicker, heavier, and pushing past her navel. seven inches? Could be. And her breasts, they fuller too, almost tight, and her nipples hard. The shape was taunting, if she wasn't herself, she'd have indulged in her own body. Then there were her hips, they were softer, but sharper. Like it had started to lean into a more Mature womanly form. Less of the lanky girl she was back then.
Was it just part of the "package"Before she had become a "futanari," she wasn't exactly a bosom beauty. It made her feel funny, but now, right here, she couldn't control herself anymore.
She stepped into the water, covering everything just above her groin, and then offered a prayer to none other than the primary source of her problems, Lady Eros/Arosia. "If you were real and not a hallucination, give me a fucking way out of this shit, please." And then she gave in.
She gripped her cock in her hands and started stroking. She thought back to the tavern where she had had one fixation all day, budding Maeve. Maeve with the capital M in her name, Maeve with the tantalizing thighs, the dark lips, and ebon black hair, Maeve with breasts that she hid under cleavage, Maeve - the annoying spoiled cunt she desperately wanted to fuck over the counter.
She started stroking, imagining her member taking in Maeve's pussy, sliding in slowly, and then thrusting, as her clit locked. She started going faster in her mindscape, chasing that climax, the ecstasy of dominating, Maeve.
And then, her hands slipped. When a flash of light erupted next to her..
A faint sparkle and a circular field of blue light lit up like a spark and then disappeared as quickly as it came, a few feet behind her stood she, her current muse, Maeve. She was panting from whatever the hell she just did and smelt of burned flowers.
Her face contorting from one expression to the next.
"There you bloody are; now can we—" Maeve stopped and gaped. Rennia froze where she stood, it was too late - the cat was out of the bag. "What the hell are you doing - actually what the fuck is that!"
Half-caught, face dripping with sweat, her cheeks red, Rennia's eyes widened. "I can explain—"
Maeve stared at her, stared too long, her head peeked forward, and her gaze locking onto the contradiction between Rennia's legs and Rennia herself.