At last

Rayla felt really frustrated. She didn't like to have to rely on others. Especially when the others were three dumb-looking, magically enthralled Humans.
It was all up to them and she just had to stay put and wait. She was pretty sure their urges would eventually come back.
She could only hope the smith's apprentice could pick the lock of her chain before that moment.

If she had got it right, Claudia's potion was some kind of virility philter. Such things were said to exist even among Elves. She remembered having heard some people of her village secretively speaking of it when she was a kid.
That didn't give her much of an advantage though, as she still had no idea of how it worked exactly and how long it could last. Besides, this version was probably different from the one of her people, as it was produced through the means of Black Magic.
She could only guess how stronger and wicked could the effects be...

In all this, the smell of Human perspiration and bodily fluids was filling her nostrils. She felt dirty, she was almost ready to go back on her belief and kill someone if that could get her a hot bath.
To be frank, she would have settled for one of those traditional buckets of ice-cold water, as **** as she was.

"So, any luck up there?" Rayla groaned.
"Do not pressure me. I just came, my head is still light and fuzzy."
"That's because your blood is still all downward, Ed. When a man has an erection the blood rushes..."
"We don't care about that, Tilor. Don't justify him. He said he could do it."
"Uh, Rayla, when do they usually serve launch in dungeons? Do you think they will give us something to eat before letting us go? I'm hungry..."
"How am I supposed to know?"
"I figured you were used to this. You know, you being a hero and all that..."
Rayla sighed.
"I don't know either, Fynn. Honestly, I have never been captured before. And to tell the truth, I'm starving too. I had a few berries in my pouch, but they took it away with my clothes..."

Ryala paused recollecting that she was still awkwardly naked while having this casual conversation with three likewise naked Humans. To be honest, she felt like she was almost getting used to being naked around them. Almost. After all, she had way more pressing matters to attend, like getting free before the said three Humans could possibly turn into sex-crazed drones.

"Yeah, I know how you feel, Rayla. I had the last half of a sweet bun in my pocket. I wonder how he is doing. It has been three days... Poor little fella."
"Hold on you guys. I think I'm close. Now if this just..."
A soft click interrupted Edrig's sentence.
"Oh, wow... It's done! I have really done it. I have magic hands, Rayla, remember it next time you think of turning me down."

"Just pull off the bolt and open the shackles, Edrig, PLEASE!"
Rayla was really close to her limit. Both physically and mentally.
Edrig smirked and slowly unfastened the bolt. Under the weight of their prisoner, the shackles came open by themselves with a squeak.
Rayla yelped, suddenly feeling attracted to the ground.
She felt the cold, coarse stone floor under her feet.
"Finally! Now let's find a way to get out of he-..." Mid-sentence, her legs gave in. She would have collapsed on the ground if Tilor and Fynn didn't catch her, one on each side.

"Easy there Rayla , take your time. The dungeon won't go anywhere."
The boys beamed. She smiled back bashfully grateful. It could almost have been a wholesome moment if it wasn't for their raging hard-on poking at her thighs.
"Uh, y-yeah, thanks. I think I can manage on my own now. It was just a moment."
"You sure? Here, wait - Edrig come down from there will ya? - take a seat on the bench."

Rayla sat. She hadn't realized how weary she was until now. She had barely slept in the last twenty-four hours and her shoulders and arms ached like they had been torn off and reattached just now. She massaged the marks on her wrists and while doing so her eyes fell on her thighs and groin and she once again remembered she was stark naked.
She instinctively covered up her crotch with one hand and her breast with her forearm.
"Well, I think it's time to keep your word," Smirked Edrig.

Rayla looked up, but her eye was caught by the three green cocks pointing at her face.
"E-Excuse me?"
"You promised you'd give us head if we... if I, opened your shackles. Remember? You don't want to be an oath breaker, right?"
"W-Well, yeah... I mean, no..." Rayla began hesitantly," I didn't say exactly that," she continued trying to weasel herself out of the situation.

She didn't want to go back on her word, but she wasn't ready for this. She didn't want to take them in her mouth. She had been barely just freed!
And there was also the issue of the Black Magic. She didn't know how Claudia's potion worked. The effect appeared to target only the genitals of the three Humans.
But it did clearly affect their minds too.
Could it have other unknown effects?
It seemed rather risky to put those things in her mouth without thinking the matter through.