Stark gets to touch more than a statue!

The second Stark touched the golden idol, a wave of warmth passed through the treasure room, making both warrior and mage gasp aloud, him in pure surprise, her in stunned revelation.

Frieren said something, but Stark couldn't listen, not while his heart thundered in his ears and heat bloomed in his chest. He felt energized. Like the first time he had brought forth his Aura— the physical Mana of the body that warriors use for their feats of strength and speed— only even more focused.

"Whoa-ho! That's a rush!" Stark exalted. He couldn't stop the broad grin from spreading across his face. He didn't feel stronger or tougher. Instead he was more energetic, more focused, just— more. "Frieren!" He held up the statue, his fingers aligning with its curves naturally as the shine faded to a gentle warmth like spring sunshine. "You have to check this out!"

When there was no response from the mage, just the slight rustling of cloth on stone and the near-silent sound of rapid breathing, Stark turned to look behind him. "HelloooOHMYGODDESS!"

Then he immediately spun away from the sight of a perfectly pale and slender body dancing to some unknown beat. Frieren had tossed her clothes to the ground and her staff hovered beside her gyrating hips. Her clear skin was flushed and her chest heaved with full breaths, small breasts bouncing beautifully with her every movement. Her white hair acted like two ribbons, spiraling around her body with every graceful twirl.

"Gah! Frieren!" Stark wrapped his arms over his face. "What are you doing!?"

"I am dancing for you." Her surprisingly developed butt and thighs drew Stark's eyes to the forbidden place between them more than all of the other treasures around him. "Naked."

"I can see that! N-not that I wanted to!"

"You don't?" The dancing stopped, not that Stark could tell, since he had not been looking at the gracefully flowing limbs and slight curves through the reflection in the statue! That'd be weird. "That's a shame... I was quite certain that would arouse you. What would you prefer I do instead, Master?"

Stark felt like his teacher Eisen had punched him through a mountain. "Master!?"

"Mh-hmm!" The naked elf nodded, a gentle sway to her hips as she stepped closer on dainty feet. "The statue, the Idol you touched. It activated some kind of lust enchantment centered on you." She smiled, eyes glassy yet intensely focused on him. "I've never felt its like before... Fascinating, is it not?"

"L-lust?" Stark gulped. "For me?"

"Indeed." Frieren smiled as her left hand drifted down to caress the spot just beneath her navel. "The feeling, the aching need... I was curious of course, about the strange drive humans and most other creatures feel so strongly..." Her voice became a low, throaty chuckle as her hand drifted lower down her abdomen to dance over her pubic mound and the tuft of slivery white hair there. Then lower still until her fingers slipped inside and she gasped in glee. "Better than I could have imagined!"

Stark felt floaty and distant, like he was dreaming. A wonderful, terrible, throbbing dream. "Frieren!" He choked out, only now realizing how close she had gotten, how sweet she smelled. "We need to slow down— find a way to free you from the spell!"

Frieren blinked up at him, green eyes big and almost innocently curious even as the hand that wasn't busy between her legs began playing with the laces of his coat. "Why?"

"Why what?" He brushed her fingers away and stepped to the side and around a pile of gold.

She followed him, a small smile on her lips. "Why free me?" Her head tilted, long ears twitching playfully. "You make it sound like a bad thing, Master."

"That! That's why!" Stark stumbled into an almost aggressively plush couch, his back sinking in like it wanted to swallow him and keep him in its pillowy clutches forever. "You've never once called me Master before! The idol has messed with your head."

As he said that, he tossed the little gold woman— who he now noticed had a sultry curve to her grin— to another couch. Where it would be safe and able to witness what would happen next.

Wait. What? He blinked in shock. That isn't why I threw it away! Is it effecting me too!?!

"So what if it has?" Her smile turned smug as she glanced down to the tent in his trousers. "You can't tell me at least part of you doesn't love this. I know I do~" She licked her pink lips teasingly.

"Frieren—" Stark had no counter to that, he wasn't thinking very straight either, not with a naked elf staring at his erection like it held the secrets to the universe. "We need to slow down and talk about this! What about Fern?"

"What about her?" She giggled. "You're a strapping young man. I'm sure you'll be able to satisfy her too!"

"Satisfy!?!" He choked, thoughts blanking until all he could think about was Fern. A naked, cheerful Fern who'd finally tell him how she felt with no restraint or caveats, no sarcasm or dismissive silence. With the Idol's help, Fern would let him see her gorgeous body, let him touch her, taste her. Have her call him Master the way Frieren was, not the sarcastically polite way she did now.

There was a giggle, and then Stark's lap was full of naked elf girl. Wiggling and grinding and tugging on his clothes. Despite his misgivings, Stark allowed her to disrobe him. Even helping by shrugging off his coat and lifting his hips so she could slide his pants down to his knees.

The pleased noise she made when his stiff shaft sprang free to smack her flat belly was music to Stark's ears.

"I don't know what Fern was talking about." Her hand seemed tiny with his cock in her delicate grip, her finger and thumb didn't quite make it all the way around the base. "You aren't very small at all!"

"Frieren, wait!" He snatched her hands in his and endured her pouting. "I really, really, want this. Goddess, I can't believe I'm still hesitating..." He let go and held her by the shoulders, failing to ignore how warm and smooth her skin was. "But this isn't you, it's the Idol. It wouldn't be right. I don't want to take advantage of you."

Frieren gave him that same proud smile she had after he defeated his first dragon.

"Stark, you are truly the noblest warrior I have met in all my centuries of life." She paused to kiss his forehead, and the breath caught in his throat. "But you are also the most stubborn. You do Eisen proud." She leaned up straight, perky little boobs drawing all of Stark's attention for a moment. "However, I don't need you to be noble. I don't need you to be brave or strong or clever, even though you are all of those things."

Frieren's eyes practically blazed with need as she slotted the head of his cock into her pussy with an artful twist of her pelvis. "I just need you to be hard~"

She slammed down, taking Stark's full length in one go.