#wellp that was also unexpected XD

[blackjackkent]

The area behind Yurgir's hideout is strewn with bones and rotting meat. One in particular, a pile of spider meat, has a cutscene:

Narrator: A well-chewed spider carcass oozes on the ground.

(A/N: Oh dear. Rakha has had a fairly rough series of days and the intrusive thoughts win this time.)

Yurgir's whole lair has been very challenging for Rakha to walk through. The number of corpses is intense even by the beast's reckonings. Blood soaks into the tilework, the columns, the strewn bones. The smell is extraordinary - rotting and cloying and sickly-sweet.

Her stomach turns but she feels the beast rise up eagerly, wanting her to sink her hands deep into the gore and offal and feel it sticky on her hands. To bury herself in this vision of a dark paradise.

While she has been on close guard for the more overt rumblings of the urge - the ones that say to kill everyone she meets - this one sneaks up on her.

Indulge in a lick of the raw carrion.

It happens in a blink. Before she realizes what's happening, she's clawed a hand deep into the carcass and dragged free a palmful of the rotting stuff. The blood drips over her teeth, down her throat, and she swallows eagerly.

Narrator: The meat tastes of rot and sour milk. Your stomach lurches... but your loins tingle. Was that *arousal*?

Rakha's eyebrows shoot up. Her whole body goes taut and a soft, mewling groan escapes her lips before she can stop it, a response to the sudden heat radiating up between her legs and through her abdomen. Out of the corner of her view, she sees Wyll's eyes go extremely wide and his skin go a shade darker.

Shadowheart tilts her head very slowly to one side. Her lips twitch violently as she tries to decide between a concerned frown and a smirk. "Why are you looking at that dead spider... coquettishly?" she asks.

Narrator: In amongst the rot is an unmistakable sweetness - succubus spittle. The meat is charmed.

(A/N: LOLOLOLOLOLOL. I knew you could lick the spider for no reason but I didn't know it got this reaction. Incredible. As near as I can tell, this doesn't have any debuff effect, so this is just Rakha getting humiliated again for no reason.

Also, the $64,000 question - how does Rakha know what succubus spittle tastes like off the top of her head, when she remembers nothing else?)

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Rakha's skin flushes a deep, dark olive. She squirms, taking a step away from the corpse. She is not entirely sure what to do with these feelings; she feels fidgety and warm and hungry in a way that she is deeply unused to. Yet another manipulation, another force toying with her mind and body.

(Sex is, of course, something she has memory of experiencing, with Lae'zel. This arousal with no obvious cause is quite different. It is frustrating and disconcerting and also makes her acutely aware of Wyll standing directly to her side.)

She turns abruptly, grabs Wyll by the collar and yanks him towards her, crushing her lips against his. It doesn't do anything to assuage the tension in her gut, though, and she releases the kiss with a noise of frustration and turns away.

He frowns. The kiss was nice, of course - as was the uncharacteristic heat behind it - but he knows her well enough to know that it did not come from a place of happiness.

"Are you... all right?" he asks cautiously.

"Do not ask me," she mutters. "My thoughts not my own... yet again. I am tired of it."