A male ranger in an adventuring party.

All of a sudden, awareness flooded the bracer. Light, sound, temperature... life. The being felt alive again. Feeling anything at all was a joyful triumph. The bracer had been put on the arm of an actual sentient creature for the first time in what felt like centuries.

The man took a deep breath as the bracer-entity merged with him, filling the host with its power and vigor. The man was completely unaware of the subtle intrusion of the bracer's spirit entity until it had already taken over the body entirely, shoving the host-mind helplessly into the back seat. He never put up any fight at all. They never did.

"What the hell? What just happened?" The entity blocked out the host's mind for now, uninterested in a conversation. For now, the host would be allowed to watch, but nothing more.

"Woah..." it said, flexing its host body's hands. It felt good to have a body again. The bracer's curse power immediately began working on the host's body. It was a subtle change that the bracer considered prudent given its situation: the host's cock and balls grew to huge proportions inside his pants. The curse was due for an update, but this would be fine for now.

The host's thoughts and memories lay open for the entity, revealing so much knowledge all at once that the entity struggled to endure it after so many years of silence and isolation.

Troth. The host's name was Troth. A dark elf male in his prime of life. A ranger, skilled with a bow and knowledgeable of many parts of the world.

Delicious knowledge. Maps of nations and regions, traditions and values of various tribes, peoples, and nations. Qualities and habits of so many fascinating creatures. It was all very different from the world the entity once knew.

A woman spoke nearby. "What is it, Troth? Find something good?" It was Wren. The party's female human rogue.

More information flowed into the entity. Wren was young, even by human standards. Barely twenty years old, she is always getting the rest of the group into trouble with her brash and impulsive attitude, but often finds a way to get them back out of it with her unquestionable skills. But most interesting to the entity, she was known to be a total slut, and a kinky one at that. The naughtier, the better, she loved to say.

The petite redhead claims to have a personal rule against fucking her own party members, but Troth caught her sharing a bed with the party's other human on two occasions. Troth was positive she made it up just for him, suspecting the "rule" to be racially motivated.

"This bracer," Troth held it up for Wren to see. "I think it's enchanted. I feel refreshed. And strong."

Another female voice came from somewhere further away. A smooth, authoritative voice with each word pronounced a little too clearly, as if she were making a point with her diction. "I still think you're both brash fools. This is an ancient trove. We know nothing about these pieces."

Troth's memories identified it as Elliene's voice.

Elliene was the party's noble-born healer. A high elf. Possibly an heiress to some noble family or religious group. Troth wasn't positive, as the woman made her distaste for Troth very clear and she kept everything about her home a secret. But Troth knew she was nearing her mid 100s in age, probably about 130 years old. Barely older than his own age of 109, but Elliene insisted on treating him like an unruly child and lectured him at every opportunity.

Troth's blood burned for the woman. She was the picture of elven beauty, she dressed almost exclusively in luxurious gowns of thin silk that left very little to the imagination, and she'd never been claimed by any man. The ages-old rivalry that existed between his own clan and hers hadn't been violent in generations, but Troth wanted nothing more than despoil the flawless daughter of his ancestral enemy. A notion that the bracer-entity wholeheartedly agreed with.

Wren responded before entity-Troth could decide just what insult to level at the priestess. "Oh, can it, Tips. If we'd let you decide everything we'd never get anywhere. Sometimes you just gotta grab hold of what's in front of you." She held up the glittering necklace she'd plucked from the chest like a trophy. "Not really something I'd expect you to understand, anyway"

Elliene pursed her lips in mild irritation. She still thought Wren's nickname for her was nothing more than a reference to the elaborate ear-jewelry she wore that capped the tips of her ears, but the rogue had shared with Troth that it was more a reference to the elf's nipples, which were always clearly identifiable through her thin silks. "If you're quite finished plundering historic artifacts of unknown origin and value, there's still the matter of the cave-in to deal with."

Wren groaned. "It's not going anywhere."

Alice, the other human in the group and the party's de facto leader and resident sword-swinger, pushed away from the wall she'd been leaning against. "Yeah, and neither are we if we don't get to work. Wren, grab anything valuable you can reasonably carry; we might as well bring something back with us. Troth, I could use your help with the rocks."

Troth stood. So far the entity was more than happy to just let things play out. It had no interest in the group's objectives or internal dynamics other then making sure that the group did end up taking the bracer with them when they left the gods-forsaken cave it had been hidden in. It wanted out. It would endure anything to be free.

But the years of isolation had left the entity **** to fuck. The energies released by sentient creatures indulging in sexual pleasures were the entity's very favorite form of "nourishment." Not that it needed food, per se, more that it enjoyed bathing in those energies more than anything. Like it was made for that purpose. It took every scrap of self control the entity had not to grope Elliene as he walked past her to follow Alice to the site of the cave-in.

Alice was a sturdy human fighter. Strong, especially for a female. Mid thirties? Troth wasn't sure, so the entity wasn't sure. Most interestingly, perhaps, for the entity's purpose, was that Alice was a lesbian. The entity wanted very much to fix that. It would be a most delicious feat indeed to addict her to Troth's newly monstrous cock.