Rennia's body was reacting to the stress of being caught. Strangely, her penis had started swelling again for whatever reason—like it was a good thing.
The footsteps came closer. Maeve had already resigned herself as a group of six armed adventurers flooded the spring entrance, all armed with lethal weapons. They were mostly men, split four to two women, but the pink-haired wildborn was hard to miss.
Fyrne.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!—Maeve, do something! Hide me!" Rennia desperately tried to cover her cock with her hands, spun around, and attached herself to Maeve's back. Buttocks touching wet naked buttocks.
"Why the fuck didn't you go hide in the water?" she scolded Rennia. "Are you stupid or something? They can't see your massive dong if they can't see your lower body."
Her annoyance was immense, and Rennia didn't know how to deal with it. "Well, why didn't you tell me? I am disoriented—I just got fucked by a fae."
"Like I wasn't put to sleep?"
"Okay, Sleeping Beauty, give me a quick solution before these weirdos get close."
Rennia had so many options but took the one with the least resistance. For all of her special confidence, she really was rough when it came to complex conditions. "J-just shut up. I'll cast a smoke illusion. You go take a swim—don't move until I say so!"
Fyrne and her group came to a stop on one of the stairs. A man clad in iron armor was still there. He pointed at Rennia, and there was a scowl on his face. "You two, what's going on here? Why is one of you butt naked facing the springs? Where is the spirit of the spring?"
Who the fuck was this!
Fyrne stepped in front of him, tussling with the big guy as though this was a recurring thing. She held out her hand. "Calm down, Slayne. These are the two I told you about—um, Maeve, I believe, and was it Rennia?" She took a moment to stare at Rennia. Maeve spread her body out very awkwardly, hands raised.
Slayne, or whatever his name was, did not look understanding. He clearly identified the pair of them as a threat. "Where is the spirit? We wish to finish the job. And why is one of you naked? We, the Harrowed Cauldron, demand to know. This is our business as well."
Rennia's face turned sour. She'd heard worse names, but that sounded utterly ludicrous. The harrowed cauldron, like some shitty tavern's name.
"The spirit is gone. Rennia here got rid of it. I suggest you move." Maeve stood up and pointed very clearly to her grimoire. "Wouldn't be wise to harass a disoriented and naked lady. Get lost."
Another stepped forward—long-eared elven, purplish hair, and a mage to boot. "We want our gear back. It's very obvious that you two went and carried it for your own means. Plus, we did our part, so whatever loot you found, you better be willing to split the share. It's the right and law of contribution, as according to the guild."
"What a slimy bitch," Rennia whispered to Maeve. "Using 'laws' to get what you want."
Maeve shushed her. "I can see that. Focus."
No. This was going to turn ugly. There weren't many trinkets mixed in with the mass of gear dropped by the fae, but the very few gold, silver, and porcelain items, gems and so on—that was effort mostly accomplished by Rennia. They had no right to claim that it was theirs collectively.
"This is like rule 101 of adventuring—finders, keepers. You can have your fucking gear back the moment you guys let me dress. This is a violation of my privacy."
Every single eye stared at her, especially the men. Rennia knew Maeve needed to cast that spell soon before she lose her shit.
She nudged Maeve, and the noble readied her grimoire in her hand, and one of the adventurers raised his blade very cautiously.
Fyrne intervened again. "Look, these two saved my ass, so I'd appreciate if we don't cut up fellow guild members. That is not a good look. Fiona, can we just let it slide? We're here for our gear, right?"
"I think—" Fiona the elven mage, got cut off.
"What? We spend hours cutting up little vinelings. I want my part of the stake. Miss Exhibitionist there better pay her dues one way or another," Slayne answered in Fiona's stead. The statement clearly caused some kind of tension as Fyrne and the mage called Fiona stepped away, causing an immediate rift between most of the male and female party members of that group.
Oh, here we go. Maeve twitched when Rennia moved. She was standing still, but the effects of sexual disipline was ramping her body up. If she told Maeve she found slayne' propositoin to be a turn on. She'd be scolded, and her cover would probably be blown.
Man, being a slutty servant of arosia had it's drawbacks, now she wanted complete strangers to fuck her. No. That wouldn't slide. That's her erotic mind at work. She needed to kick this guys ass.
"Well what will it be? Surrender, or Compromise."
Fyrne, nudged him. "Slayne! Their not crimininals, hell we are infringing on them, are you nuts!"
Maeve waved her grimoire. "You come forward, you filthy peasant, and I will smite you with my grimoire. Rennia here dealt with the 'spirit,' therefore whatever happens to the spoils should be her decree. Is that not the law of the adventuring book?"
Rennia was whispering from behind. "Maeve, I don't think I can hide this forever. Maybe I should just flash my cock at them as a show of goodwill."
"Bad idea. Not everyone is comfortable with the idea of someone like you. Wait a few more seconds until I can cast the spell."
Slayne took a step forward and Maeve tensed. "who are you calling a peasant, you Alquorii slut, I can smell the sea on you from here."
Maeve fumed, and Rennia hissed at her. "Calm down. Calm down!"
"I am am calm, but I don't take disrespect from filthy peons!"
The Fyrne woman stepped in front of him, arms crossed. "This is so not like you, dude. Back off. Let's take a step back—we didn't expect you to be nude. I'm sorry Rennia," She turned to them. "You two finish up. We'll be right back."
Slayne pushed Fyrne backwards. "Speak for yourself, your ram-horned sheep. I want proof they dealt with the spirit, not word of mouth. I also want a share of the spoils. Imagine coming plenty of miles for fucking what? As a matter of fact, could you move out of the way, 'Maeve' was it? I wanna see your ass as well."
"Slayne, you're taking this too far," a male member of the party said.
***
Maeve—
Maeve was pissed off but she noticed something odd about the adversary. Slayne—his eyes were bright gold, like he was under some status effect. [Goldtouched], was it? She's read about it in a book. The undesirable effect of having unending desire for pleasures and wealth. This party was incompetent. They were under status effects, and not just one of them. They shouldn't have come up here unprepared.
Something clicked in Maeve's head. "We all shared the same job? Then you should know that the town should be normal by now. Well? Is it? Is there hypersexual activity happening in the town?"
If she could convince his party to stand down, then this fight would be over before it begins.
Fiona stepped forward, conflicted. "I don't see how that's the issue. And yes, the town seems to be cleared of their 'hypersexuality.' It's why we came up here. The previous group of adventurers couldn't deal with it, we—"
Slayne pushed her aside. "Shut up, Fiona!" He pointed at Maeve. "I'm coming right down whether you like it or not."
"I don't think so," Maeve stated.
Slayne started charging like a mad bull. His companions struggled to hold him back. Fyrne, who was in the way, got knocked back.
Dammit. That did not go according to plan.
Rennia, hesitant and nervous, cried, "Maeve, do something!"
Maeve stepped forward as well and then brought her grimoire out. She had no choice, it was a do or die situation.
"Made of flame, but twice as tame, obscure the sights of many, and grant me comfort. [Illusion of Smoke]!"
Smoke rose inside the chamber , obscuring everyone's eyesight—even Maeve's. She readied a barrier if the man was actually going to bounce into them. Rennia scattered but didn't go swim in the water. Maeve panicked as she disappeared in front of her, not behind her.
The smoke wouldn't hold forever. She started desperately searching, ignoring the cries of the adventurers above. Fake as the smoke was, it was as serious as the real thing.
She found Rennia a few paces ahead and then heard something slip—no, someone. They yelped loudly. A sword, gambeson, and some legwear was missing among the equipment, and slowly the smoke settled.
When Maeve scrunched her eyes, she saw Rennia fully clothed in front of her, holding not one but two swords at Slayne's neck. The heavy adventurer groaned as she stepped on him, clothing concealed—but the bulge of her cock was still visible.
Rennia turned to his companions and to Fyrne, all of whom had their weapons up. "Is this how we deal with goodwill, Fyrne?"
The wildborn shook her head. Her companions were tense. "We didn't come here for trinkets either, right, Slayne? We came here because we wanted to be heroes. I don't know what's gotten into him."
Another male stepped forward. Maeve didn't bother cataloging them—she focused more on slamming them with a fireball if they tried.
"Shit, we admit defeat, okay? And we were wrong for storming in. But some of the loot—would it be so much to ask? We did clear many of the vines here. we fought that spirit for hours."
Maeve spoke up, cleared her throat. This was not the ideal situation she wanted to deal with. However, she wanted to go home. The whole mission was the wrong idea, and it felt like only Rennia benefited. "Look, you're not at a negotiation table. This was an open request made by the client. It was never a formal job. Besides, like two of your members clearly have some kind of gold curse."
The group stopped, stared at each other, and then the rest was history. Fyrne looked disappointed. But Rennia—there was something off about her. Less unsure. Maeve could see it, a little fire in her eyes. It… was kind of cool, you know, if she had to be honest. She had planned on bailing from Rennia's life some time ago, if only to avoid being dragged in. But after discovering her secret, could you fault her for wanting to stick around? She walked towards her, held out her grimoire, and then declared:
"This conversation is over. We're willing to help you recoup the costs back to Kibblestadt, but don't mistake our kindness for weakness. And if my partner here, has no problem, we are willing to split a section of the spoils. This quest was madness anyway."
Rennia didn't object.
Fyrne dropped her weapon. She looked annoyed—more so at the man on the ground with a blade to his neck—and then she shrugged.
"Cool. I guess"
Maeve knew deep down, the Fae had setup these events. And somewhere deeper, she didn't know how to feel about this adventuring business, she was just happy to see Rennia grow—in more ways then one.