Liv’s grip on her trusty rifle had never been tighter as she crept up to the entrance of the hut and prepared to peek inside. In her head, the plan was simple: turn the corner, and if there’s a gnoll, shoot it. That was as far as the plan went. She’d have to figure everything else out on the fly. She paused at the doorway, took a deep breath, and turned.
There was one gnoll. Liv shot him in the head before he noticed her, and before she could notice anything else in the room. The gnoll, predictably, died, falling to the ground in a heap of fur and blood. There were no other gnolls present, but there was still someone who mourned the beastman’s ****.
“No!” Becky cried with a surprised gasp, pulling Liv’s gaze down to where her teammate was lying on the floor. Liv froze awkwardly at the sight of Becky, who was entirely naked and appeared to be… masturbating? “Why?” Becky whined, tilting her head to look at Liv with manic eyes, but not bothering to move her hand away from her needy pussy, “I wanted… that cock.”
Liv knew that she was looking at Becky, but there was little she recognized about her friend in the pile of arousal and lust that was moaning softly on the floor. “Becky?” She asked, tentatively, “What are you doing?”
Becky didn’t answer verbally, but instead faced Liv and rose up to her knees as best she could while still groping at her breast with one hand and furiously fingering herself with the other. Liv could see, quite clearly, exactly what Becky was doing, and while she would normally turn away from such a lewd display, she could tell that something was wrong with her friend, and didn’t want to abandon her. “What did that gnoll do to you?” Liv asked, taking a few careful steps forward.
Becky moaned loudly and threw her head back, either reaching an orgasm or despairing in her inability to do so. “Lust magic,” She eventually managed to say. “Fuck,” She groaned out, doubling over in effort as she tried to frig herself harder, “Help me,” She whined, looking up at Liv with manic, pleading eyes, “Please.”
Liv would love to help Becky, but dispelling whatever magical **** was affecting her friend really wasn’t in her toolkit. And since the gnoll who placed the hex on her was dead, he wouldn’t be any help either. It was possible Fuu could dispel the magic, but Liv wasn’t sure Becky could make it that far without hurting herself or attracting unwanted attention. Still, it was either that or trying to alleviate Becky’s condition here, somehow. Liv gritted her teeth, looked down at her horny, naked friend, and made a decision.
