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, {user},"

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 reward you, I wonder as you work your magic.