A sweet musk wakes you up

Deep in your sleep, you smell something wonderful in the distance. Your eyes slowly come open. The smell is strong—a musky scent that you recognize but can’t quite place. You feel hungry, but not from a gurgling in your stomach. It’s a hunger that you feel throughout your whole body, making it weak.

Light shines on your face as large pink petals fall open around you. Your limbs are free, letting you stretch in a big yawn. The fresh sun feels so wonderful on your skin. You close your eyes, letting the sun’s rays warm your skin and fill you with a bit of energy.

Your memory feels like a jumble of images and sounds. You don’t know how long you’ve been asleep or how you even got here. But rather than think about your past, you focus on the smell. It’s coming nearer. It’s so familiar but your mind can’t recall where it’s from. You wonder if it’s from a person you met before. It has to be.

“Hello?” you call out to the distance, hoping to get the attention of whoever is approaching. “Anyone out there?” You hear the rustling of trees and bushes until a pair of figures appear from the woods.

You’re frightened at first by what you see: two beefy orcs making their way past the trees. You try and back up, but your legs feel frozen, as if they’re tied down. However, you calm down when you realize the musk you smelled earlier is them. The orcs are ones that are giving off that wonderful scent.

“Hey, look over there!” an orc says as he points to you.

“A woman? All the way out here?” the other asks. The two quickly approach you, their bulky green bodies dressed in leather and metal armor.

“Just our luck. Who would have thought we’d find a hot piece of ass out here in the middle of nowhere?” one of the orcs says to his partner.

“Think we should take her with us?”

“Why take me with you when you can have me right here?” your voice seems to say on its own. You’re not sure what you really meant by what you said, but sparse images of what males and females can do come to your mind, making you bite your lip.

You drop closer to the ground, propping your palms against one of the flower petals. You can’t do much but bend your torso forward, your knees feeling like they’re dug into the ground. You want to crawl toward the two green men on all fours, but you can’t seem to budge from your spot next to the tree.

You feel confused. Have you always been like this—thousands of roots holding you to the ground? It doesn’t seem right, but you can’t remember a time when you weren’t sitting here beneath this giant tree.

Despite your frustration of being unable to move from your spot, you see the orcs approach with toothy grins. They show no hesitation in removing their trousers as they stomp towards you.

You give a wide smile at the two, seeing their swaying cocks and bollocks nearing your face. You don’t need instructions when they step before you, letting your fingers wrap around their flaccid manhoods. You lightly wank the two green shafts to hardness, seeing their impressive sizes comes to life before your eyes. You gawk at the two cocks in fascination, unable to recall a time when you were so close to one—at least one as impressive as these two.

As you pleasure the two with your stroking hands, tightening your grip and increasing your speed with every second, you notice something. Your hands appear to be a similar tone to the orcs. You know you’re not an orc, yet why would your skin be a similarly bright green? You glance all over your body, seeing that your whole form is the same lime green.

Although it seems strange at first, the more you think about it, the more it seems right. You can’t think of any other color your skin would be.

You turn your attention back to your suitors. They’re now fully erect. You’re barely able to wrap your fingers around their pulsing girths. A clear fluid trickles from the tips of each of their peckers. You lick your lips in anticipation and proceed to wrap your mouth around one of them. You suck tightly around the dark head, making the orc groan in pleasure. You glance upward at his face, seeing him raise his chin in delight.

As your eyes move back down, you spot a reflection in the orc’s metallic chest armor. You realize it’s a reflection of you. Your freckled face is now a pleasant green, your hair a soft magenta. A pretty flower blooms from one of your temples. Its pink petals resemble the beautiful petals of the flower around your legs.