Lisa isn't entirely sure of the thought process that led to her on her knees in a shrub, going down on a half-orc woodsman. She reckons it has a lot to do with the fact that she's probably turning into a succubus due to her pact with the incubus Barry, but she thinks the idea was something along the lines of he might lose interest in her post-orgasm. Since she kissed him, he admitted to being obsessed with her and her experience as a part-time prostitute at the inn where she works leads her to believe that men's interest tends to flag once they'd blown their wad. And so, here she is. Having settled on that rationale, she concentrates on the task at hand. Bubba, stoic ranger that he is, is subdued in his reactions and it is pissing her off.
"Lisa..." he whispers, eyes fixed over the top of her head. "Ugh," he says instead and she feels a bit of glee, kneading his balls with one hand while the other squeezes his ass. She closes her eyes, lost in a moment of near orgasm as she tongues his cock like the consummate professional she is. She feels his ass clench as he makes another desperate sound deep in his throat and prepares for him to come. That's when she hears a giggle behind her. Without thinking, she whips her head around just as he orgasms, which leads to the unique experience of being face-to-face with a gaggle of young girls while Bubba comes in her ear.
"Ew! Ew! Ew!" she yells, lunging back from him, which leads to her landing on her ass in front of the voyeurs, who scatter to the four winds.
Behind her, Barry sighs deeply and says, "That was unfortunate."
She rolls over and glares up at him. "Fuck you!" she yells, indignantly.
He pulls his pants up, then offers her a hand and says apologetically, "Oh, I wasn't referring to your attentions, which were very much appreciated. Merely the circumstances."
She wipes at her ear with her sleeve and demands, "Well? How do you feel?"
"Oh, delightful," he says with a huge grin and offers her a handkerchief. The expression is so out of character for him, it creeps her out more than the stalking.
"No, I mean..." she starts and then blinks. "Wait. Were you a virgin?"
"Well, yes," he replies. "To tell you the truth, you're the first person I've exchanged for than three words with since my mother died."
She abruptly holds up a finger and says, "No, no, this is not a conversation I'm having right now. I have too much shit on my plate. Are you still obsessed with me?"
"Yes," he says with a shrug, "Sorry."
She grits her teeth and growls, "I have to talk to Steve," before stomping off. She can't help but notice several looks which speak to just how fast gossip travels in a small town. By the time she reaches the sacred grove, the looks have escalated into whispering and head-shaking and she's thankful for the quiet solitude of the circle of huge oaks. Steve is standing by the spring, looking resplendent, as always, in his green cloak and shining mail.
She says to the paladin, "I need your help."
He smirks, "Hast thou caught something from one of those filthy adventurers again?" and holds out a hand, which glows faintly with a holy green radiance.
She shakes her head, ignoring the dig, and says, "No. Can you remove an enchantment?"
He puts his hand down and says, "Yea, probably. Didst someone slip thee a love potion? Was it that half-orc ranger thou blew?"
She protests petulantly, "I didn't blow him!"
"Why don't I believe thou?" he replies with another of his smirks.
Lisa blinks. "Why
don't
you believe me?" she says.
He frowns at her and asks, "Is there something weird going on with thine tongue?" He peers at her for a moment and sniff, then sighs and says, "Oh, Lisa!"
She holds up a finger and says sternly, "No judgments! Remember, I was there when you got drunk and tried to screw that tree."
He winces, but says patiently, "There is a world of difference between youthful indiscretions and demonic pacts..."
"'Youthful indiscretions?' You were a hundred and twelve!" she says incredulously.
"Regardless," he says through gritted teeth, then takes a deep breath and starts again. "Were thee charmed? Is that how this happened?"
"No, no," she replies, "The pact was all my idea. But I think I inadvertently enchanted Bubba and now he's following me around."
"Who?" the paladin asks.
"The half-orc," she clarifies.
"His name is 'Bubba'?" Steve replies with disbelief.
She waves her hand dismissively and says, "It was his grandfather's name."
"So... " he says, "Thou blew him and now he follows thee around? Thou knowest, I have a dick now ---"
"You
are
a dick now," she says dryly, "And it wasn't the blowjob that did it. That was... I was trying to fix it."
He gives her a
look
and says, "Wouldst thou care to explain the thinking there?"
"Not particularly," she admits.
"Alright. Let's go see him," he says.
A voice from above says, "Right here," a moment before Bubba drops to the ground next to the two of them. The next moment finds him pressed up against the trunk of one of the ancient oaks with a longsword to his throat and an angry elvish paladin in his face.
"You had a lot more finesse when you were a woman, Steve," Lisa opines, "Now you're all butch."
"This is why I don't come into town," Bubba offers.
Steve backs off and puts away his sword. "Sorry," he says, "Thou startled me."
Bubba frowns and looks Lisa. "Are we not going to say anything about the pronouns?"
She shrugs and says, "It's an elf thing, you get used to it."
