Lisa awakes to the wet warmth of urine splashing against her hand.
"What the fuck?" she shouts at the shadowed upper branches of the tree she's lying under as she rolls out of the way.
"Sorry," comes Bubba's apologetic reply, "I'm not used to travelling with other people."
A chuckle proceeds Steve as he re-enters the clearing whence he was meditating and Lisa glares blearily at him as she wipes her hand on the bottom of her soiled dress.
Bubba descends from the tree and says, "I'm going to find something to eat. Can one of you start a fire?"
Lisa idly gestures at the remains of last night's campfire and it flares into blue flame with a whiff of brimstone. With her other hand, she tries to get tangles, sticks, and small woodland creatures out of her hair, oblivious to Steve's hard stare or Bubba's momentary pause and then shrug before he heads off to hunt. She sits by the fire and stares into it blankly.
"New trick?" Steve asks sarcastically, sitting across from her. She peers at him through the flames and is immediately annoyed at how composed and clean he looks.
"Sticking with the cock?" she asks. "I thought, maybe, after yesterday's whining that you might come back to Team Boobs."
He smirks and says, "I am not so easily dissuaded. It still has much to teach me."
She raises an eyebrow and asks, "Your cock?"
"No," he says with irritation, "The experience of being male."
"Cause... I could probably teach your cock a thing or two," she teases, grinning at him lecherously.
He ignores her and pokes at the firewood with his foot, frowning. "I don't think there's enough wood left to keep this burning," he offers.
"Don't worry about it," she answers with a dismissive wave of her hand, "It is fueled by the fires of Hell. It doesn't need fuel."
He looks greatly put upon, but Bubba interrupts with a brace of woodcocks, which sends Lisa into a fit of giggles.
"Is she okay?" Bubba asks Steve as he sits and begins to pluck the birds.
Steve offers a non-commital gesture and continues to look annoyed.
"Is it safe to cook on this? It smells funny," Bubba asks, gesturing at the fire with denuded poultry.
Steve shrugs. Lisa leans over and grabs the second bird to help with the preparation. After a satisfying meal that smells only faintly of sulfur, the three put out the fire and tromp off into the woods.
"I feel gross," Lisa says.
"You look fine," Bubba replies. Lisa gives him a skeptical look.
"No, she's right. She's a mess," Steve confirms.
"Thank you," Lisa says appreciatively, but punches him in the arm anyway. "How the hell are you so fresh?"
Steve replies, "I look how I want to look. It's part of being a being of mutable form."
"You suck, you know that," she says levelly.
"There's a stream," he says, gesturing in what seems to be a random direction.
She punches him in the arm again and says, "Thanks, again," and goes trotting off in that direction.
"What was that for?" Steve calls after her.
"You know what you did!" she replies before disappearing from view.
"Thou had better go keep an eye on her. I have to do something," Steve says to Bubba, who bolts after her a little too eagerly. When he catches up to her at the babbling brook, she's already in the process of getting undressed. He considers her modesty for a moment and then he finds a rock to sit on and watches her bathe.
"While it isn't as creepy as watching me from a bush or a tree," Lisa observes, "It is a little familiar."
He retorts, "We had sex in public twice yesterday."
She considers this, shrugs, and says, "That's fair." She turns away from him, bends over, and gives him a good view of her rear end as she vigorously scrubs at her asshole with her finger. He blinks and wordlessly turns around. She chuckles and mutters, "I thought so."
Now with a modicum of privacy, she tries to do the best she can cleaning up without any soap or washcloth. Twice, she nearly falls over after stepping on sharp stones in the bed of the stream, and is really happy that Bubba doesn't see her frantic flailing to avoid this fate. Just as she is finishing up, she sees a stirring in the water and suddenly considers the idea of something living in the water with her.
To her great surprise, the disturbance coalesces into a woman-shaped form made of water. Rather than alarm, she feels a heat in her loins and a fluttering in her heart, and thinks to herself that this is the most beautiful creature she has ever seen and is delighted when it moves up to her and cups the side of her face, leaning in to kiss her deeply. She barely notices as she starts to drown, pressing herself against the cool watery breasts of her attacker.
"Vivian! Knock it off!" comes Steve's highly irritated shout from the shore. Bubba looks over his shoulder and just has time to see the water woman before she disappears in a splash.
Lisa sputters, "But... but... no! Come back!"
Steve wades into the stream and touches her forehead. In a flash of green light, her intense infatuation disappears. "Sorry," Steve says as he retreats from the water, "I should have warned you about her." Once he's standing on the shore, she notes that he's not the least bit damp.
She blinks and says, "Shit. Wow. So that's what that feels like." She gives Bubba an apologetic look.
"Don't worry about it," he reassures her.
"Ready to go?" Steve interjects impatiently.
Lisa sighs and says, "I guess." She picks up her dress from where she left it rinsing in the current, wrings it out the best she can as she steps out of the stream, and pulls it on over her head. She notices Bubba looking at her and winks at him.
Steve says, "This might make things easier," as he leads them back to the game trail that serves as a path. When they arrive, a large white stag is standing there. It gives them an appraising look and then tilts its head at skeptically at the paladin.
"Yes!" Lisa screams and tackle-hugs Steve from behind, nearly knocking him off his feet.
"Settle down," he says, "Now, there's rules. Don't pull any of that stuff thee did last time."
Lisa gives an uncomfortable laugh and says, "No, no, of course not. Too much to drink. Not like me at all." The stag looks at her sternly and she stares at her feet.
"Alright then," he says and, in one swift movement, mounts his majestic steed, offering a hand for Lisa. She joins him somewhat less gracefully. Bubba looks skeptical when he is offered a hand next, but deftly joins the two of them without comment.
Oh dear,
Lisa thinks to herself,
This might be a problem,
as the stag leaps forward and she is suddenly acutely aware of her body. Her arms are wrapped around Steve and she is pressed against his back. Leaning forward a little, she can bury her face in his hair. It smells the same as it did when they used to fool around when he was still a woman. When she does this, her breasts press hard against his back and she could imagine she could feel the hard links of his mail even through the cloak.
Behind her, Bubba is trying to balance in such a way that he doesn't press against her, arms strategically around her waist. Not too low, not too high. Nonetheless, with each leap of the stag he can't help put push against her a little and she can feel the hardness of his erection against her ass. The animal's rocking motion also rubs her crotch against the firm muscles of its back, eliciting a soft sighs from her as she is quickly aroused.
She glances back over her shoulder and gives Bubba a pleading look, nodding frantically, and he gets the message. His hands move a bit higher, brushing the bottoms of her beasts with each jostling leap. Then he gets a bit bolder and actually cups them as well as he can without losing his grip. This also necessitates moving up close to her, so his trouser-clad cock rubs against the cleft in her buttocks through the damp dress, which clings to her like a second skin. As she feels her first orgasm approaching, she nuzzles the back of Steve's neck and hears him whispers, "Lisa?" She doesn't reply, but shudders with her release, moaning into his hair.
The ride continues like this. Her hypersensitive body is in a state of continuous arousal, riding from one orgasm to the next. At some point, she is aware of Bubba coming. Not just of his sharp grunt but she can feel a new dampness against her ass, unlike the lingering water of the stream, warm and thick. She wonders if he got his cock loose from pants, but the question is lost in the next wave of sensation. She feels like she's caught between consciousness and sleep, lost in ecstasy, part of the powerful creature composed of four beings fit together like a puzzle, perfectly matched.
When she becomes aware of her surroundings again, she finds herself alone on a bed of leaves and grass in a meadow. The sun is not in the sky but it is still light, the colors of dusk visible through the whole in the canopy. There is the sound of running water nearby but no sign of her companions as she sits up and surveys the surroundings. There is, however, a unicorn. It is on the other side of the clearing, merrily eating grass while giving her the stink eye.
"Yeah, fuck you, too, buddy," she says and it snorts back in derision. She throws a pebble at it and misses. It leaves, but with a definite
not on your account
attitude. She considers setting it on fire, but figures it would irritate Steve.
"How you feeling?" queries Bubba from some hidden location.
"Really, really good," she admits, standing and stretching. She is irritated at the way her stiff and still vaguely wet dress clings to her and so discards it before stretching more freely, being sure to arch her back in such a way as to really push out her breasts for the lovelorn half-orc.
"Sorry about the dress," he says, guiltily. She glances down and notes the large cum stain around where the small of her back was. "Should I clean it."
"Fuck that," she says and snaps her fingers. The dress smolders briefly and then catches fire. She watches it with a merry grin, then does a little dance. She really does feel great.
"Um... was that a good idea? It didn't look like you had a lot of clothes," Bubba says with a concerned voice. He sounds closer.
