Liv is Confident(ly Fucked)

I can salvage this. Liv could feel the magic still in her but it was nearly background noise. The others were keeping the Gnolls distracted so that Liv could take out the mage. That was definitely the plan.

Liv looked around, trying to spot the gnarled Shaman, but having no luck. She could feel the bark of the limb rubbing through her thoroughly soaked pants, but that wasn’t important. The rhythmic ‘wind’ was throwing off her shots, but she was the best marksman in the world. She could hit her target, whenever she found him.

The pressure was building in her cunt as the limb moved more and more with the thrusting of her hips. Liv hadn’t noticed she was rubbing her cunt against the tree in a desperate hope for release. Liv kept herself focused on her potential targets. Fuu was wrestling with the Chieftain but they were too far for Liv to get a good shot with the ‘wind’.

Emmaline was closer, but she was so into her fucking that there was no moment where she might not hit Emmaline.

Becky had targets that Liv could actually hit. There were almost a dozen Gnolls surrounding Becky (Liv couldn’t focus enough to count correctly). They were pushing and shoving to try to get at the young doctor, but the ones actually fucking her were perfect targets.

Liv compensated for the sway and took out the one in Becky’s mouth with a single shot. None of them batted an eye. A thrill of pride filled her as she reloaded and went for another shot. One of the stragglers was pushed out of the pile and to the ground. He laid there just long enough for Liv to hit.

The ones pushed away from Becky’s rape pile were the scrawny or short Gnolls. Better pickings for the stronger one, Liv guessed. Liv lined for up another shot, letting out a breathy moan as she ran her clothed clit against a knot on the tree.

Liv shuddered as the pleasure she had been trying to ignore came to the forefront of her mind. She wouldn’t let this distract her. She was the competent one.

She looked down to try and focus on something not sex related, only to find the Shaman looking up at her with a cruel smile on his face. Liv spun to bring up her rifle, only to stumble and almost fall out of her perch. That one moment where she had to catch herself, doomed her.

The Shaman lifted his staff, which glowed with the same pink magic as the last spell. Could she fight against another spell? Her voice was soft and shaky, so unlike the prickly sniper it came out of. “Wait stahhhhhhh!!!!” The bolt of pink light struck her in the lower stomach, shooting pleasure straight to her womb. Liv came hard, eyes rolling back as she let out a wailing moan.

Liv’s spasming body fell from the tree, landing softly on the bushes around her perch. Her hips thrust up instinctively to match the thrusts of a non-existent partner as her world turned white. She didn’t notice the mark brand itself into her skin and her very soul. All she knew was pleasure. By the time Liv came down from her high, she wouldn’t have time to dwell on any of it.