Considers her options.

Shairi took his advice, finding an empty tent to relax in. If the owner came back, she might be in trouble, but the Chieftain’s desire for her virginity would ensure she’d get out of it with nothing more than a blowjob.

She was bubbling with glee. At last, Meritheir’s spell was broken! She could fuck with whoever she wanted! She could finally feel a big, hard cock sliding into her! She could finally lose her virginity!

Of course, if she stayed here, she’d have to lose that to an orc – not what she had hoped for. But it seemed that walking out of the camp would be fairly easy – the orcs seemed to rely on their ****-girls’ nudity and cocklust to prevent runaways.

“There you are,” said a voice, making Shairi jump. A cat slid into the tent.

“Queiss.” Shairi was glad to see her companion, although she’d never admit it. “What kept you?”

“Having to walk on little cat legs. The orcs didn’t bother me. I’m not the sort of pussy they’re interested in. So, are we leaving?”

“I’m… not sure.” Shairi said.

“Why not?”

“This is a small tribe, but orc warriors could be… useful to me. I shouldn’t find it too hard to manipulate the chief.”

“Hmm…” Queiss was sceptical. “I can understand if you want to try getting pounded by fat orc cocks. Mm… I remember a time, back when I had my true succubus form, when I was gang-banged by a whole orc army. You see, they–”

“Not the time, Queiss.”

The cat sighed. “Anyway, the point is that orcs are great fucks, but they don’t tend to listen to their whores. And they have a natural knack for dominating the females of other races. If you’re not careful, you could end up as just another drooling, cock-hungry slut-****.”

Shairi considered her options. She still thought the orc camp was an opportunity, and she firmly believed she could control the chieftain – but Queiss did have more experience in these matters, and she’d be a fool to dismiss the ex-demon’s words out of hand.