"Well, don't stare at me!" Rennia shouted, embarrassed and slightly confused at Maeve gawking at her—appalled and intrigued. But could she blame a gal for finding her butt naked, and her girlcock out in full display?
"I knew it! I fucking knew it!" Maeve exclaimed. She stepped closer, causing Rennia to crawl back a bit, one hand covering her genitals, the other covering her exposed tits. She was frowning because this wasn't how she wanted to play things out, not one bit.
Where did she even begin this time?
"Don't stare at me, okay? I'll explain what it is, just don't... tell anyone. Just... calm down, okay?" There was a mild sense of hurt in Rennia's voice. She was holding out on more than hope here. The country Maeve was from was known as kind of liberal, as merchant republics typically were. But weird sexual transformations were still heretical in many parts of the world. The only reason Ishmere got a pass was because she was known here. Rennia couldn't risk that for herself.
Maeve, who herself was blushing, had a very angry expression. "No matter how you look at it, it simply isn't customary to not address a 'purple elephant in a bright room.' Tell me I'm wrong and that is not a massive cock beneath your waist."
Maeve's eyes seemed to drink in every detail of Rennia's lower body, and it was staring back at her upright, beckoning her to come closer, erect. The stare—it was the worst kind of stimulation her cock could handle.
No.
She thought, and then bolted.
Rennia, unsure of how this was going to play out, unsure whether Maeve was confused, angry, or interested, spun around and bolted towards a thick tree, pressing her buttocks against it. One eye looming across behind her.
"Hey, wait a minute! You don't get to hide from me—you owe me an explanation, Rennia of Kibblestadt! I put up with your peasant butt; the least you can do is explain properly. Come here!"
Oh god, why was she so possessive?
"Please leave, Maeve. I'll explain once I'm ready. You're clearly antagonized right now, and you don't even understand what's going on here. I—why the fuck did you follow me? Was that a teleportation spell? Could you always do that?"
Maeve wasn't interested in discussing magical affairs. She loomed a bit closer.
"Forget about that, Rennia. You're clearly suffering from a problem, magical or not. I deduced it by the way you fucked off in those last few minutes—you gave me the stares our house vassal boys used to give me at night. It's alarming, quite frankly. If you can explain your situation to me, perhaps I can help."
The noble girl didn't relent and drew even closer, unnerving Rennia.
Rennia looked down at her throbbing cock. Her body was in total and complete shock, and Maeve was making it even harder to control the libido hex. Maybe running away would solve the situation, but what if Maeve followed? What then? But if she sat still, she'd be stroking in under a few minutes. Then what?
Nope.
She bit her lip and then pondered fleeing to another tree. She had to get away from her bit by bit, without glancing back.
"You're clearly afflicted by something, Rennia. All I'm offering is some help. You know, I came out here to ask for your continued participation in delving the dungeon, but... if you're going to act like this..."
Rennia swallowed. She was getting kind of out of control herself. It was like back in the orchard when Lyanna threw herself onto Rennia. She thought it was the apple, but maybe, maybe it was part of her powers. Maybe it was the "gift" the goddess gave her. Then there was Tiamael, who offered her sexual adventures, and Ishmere, who wanted to fuck her out of nowhere.
"C'mon, for fuck's sake, you have no reason to be shy... it's not like I'm interested in you or anything like that. I just wanna see. Friends should be cool with each other's bodies and all that, right?"
That did not sound normal. Friends, in the span of two days?
"What? No. Is this how you treat your maidservants? That's a new low, or maybe it's the standard. Anyway, we weren't friends to begin with. You're a spoiled brat Mara threw on me because I didn't have time to find a proper party. God, you're way more annoying than you were in the dungeon."
Maeve snorted, took a deep breath, and then crossed her arms, turning the other way, away from Rennia. "Fine. I get it—you're in distress and in 'heat,' perhaps. We'll do this another way then."
Rennia blushed slightly. She wouldn't describe it as heat—more like bearing the absence of it and then trying to find it again. Rennia put the back of her head against the tree stump. "Look, just leave me alone. Can't you see that I'm in a predicament, that I'm cursed with more than what you're seeing?"
"Cursed?"
Rennia took a deep sigh. Maeve saw it all, could tell all. What would telling someone with an attitude like hers do? Get any worse? Could it?
"I've had this for a while... but it's not the issue here."
"The cock?" Maeve asked, her voice reverberating on the words.
"Well, it's kind of a long story, but I woke up this morning with a hex meant for libido. Like, does that even make sense? A hex of all things."
Maeve raised her eyebrows. "A hex? That's a very rare phenomenon. Not many people around here have skills like that. Are you sure it's the problem of your woes?"
"Yes! And judging by your reactions and how you're pushing me, I'm starting to believe you were the one that hexed me."
Maeve jumped in the air, hands together, mouth open again, outrage spread all over her face. "What? How dare you accuse me of that! I would never—I don't even have the skill to cast one."
Maeve stuck her face beyond the tree's point. Rennia slowly crept out from behind the tree.
"Well, if you have nothing else to say, then please leave. I really, really need to be alone right now, whatever happens."
Maeve became very quiet and then walked in Rennia's direction again slowly, her feet taking weary steps towards the tree. Rennia gulped but didn't move, as if struggling any further was futile.
Maeve whispered to her, "I could dispel the hex for you, but it might take time."
"Dispel?"
"Mm-hmm. I can make your problem go away, Rennia."
Could she really? Then maybe...
Her face peaked around the corner, and Maeve stood ready.
"But only if you explain the whole business to me. Besides, I'm really curious about wha—whatever that is that you were blessed—cursed with. It looks....interesting."