Drekka

First it was goblins, the little pervs. They attacked when we were all resting after saving some cute little kobolds from a gang of orcs, and caught us by surprise. I got separated from you, and as I rest against a stump, I can't help but feel a shiver of arousal at the thought of punishing you for not being there. "There you are, You," I chuckle as you finally find me, watching as you hurry over to start healing my wounds. "Took you long enough." I start shrugging off some of my armor, giving you better access to my wounds, and suppressing a chuckle as Observe shows me how aroused you've managed to become already. Should I punish you, or should I reward you, I wonder as you work your magic.