Emmaline the Lust-Mad

Emmaline’s mind was lost in a pink haze as the spell seeped into her mind and body. Her pussy was throbbing, desperate for the thick red cocks of the Gnolls. The three remaining armored Gnolls charged right for her. If she was thinking even a little more clearly she would have burned her clothes to get naked faster, but that didn’t matter. None of it mattered. All that mattered was spearing herself on them.

Emmaline rolled onto her back and spread her legs as far as they could go, grabbing her own ankles to pull herself up and back to show off the glistening mess that her cunt had become. “Come here~. Come~. Come~.” She was trying to suduce them over, instinctively trying to pull their attention away from her companions even if she could barely think of two words to put together. Maybe she was trying to sacrifice herself in the back of her mind. Maybe she just selfishly wanted all the cocks to herself.

The lead Gnoll practically dived into her. His cock speared her with such force that the pair skidded in the dirt. Emmaline didn’t feel the impact, only the pleasure. “Yes!~” her voice came out as a high pitched wail, her usual cool seduction shattered by the red spear of Gnoll cock. The Gnoll began to thrust, short desperate thrusts that hollowed out her cunt in a desperate search for relief. Emmaline grabbed his shoulders and fucked him back, desperate for him to find that bundle of nerves that would make her mind blank.

Her peak was approaching quickly and Emmaline was running toward it at full speed. She barely noticed the other Gnolls appear, panting over the rutting pair. When they tried to pull at their comrade to get at Emmaline, she reacted instinctively. She couldn’t let the cock inside her go. She couldn’t be left empty with the throbbing need the magic had put in her.

She let go of the Gnolls shoulders and reached out to both sides, grabbing both cocks of the other Gnolls. Emmaline lifted herself with her hips and bit into the shoulder of the Gnoll fucking her to hold herself in place. All three Gnolls groaned as Emmaline started moving.

Emmaline had loved her own ambidexterity before but she never loved it more than in that moment. The quartet found a rhythm. The Gnoll in her cunt would thrust down to meet Emmaline’s own while her hands squeezed and moved to match the thrusting of the Gnolls standing at either side of her.

Her desperation only increased as her climax hit, squeezing all the cocks in her control as she opened her mouth to moan. As she let go, she felt gravity drop her straight onto the Gnoll’s knot. The new sensation along with her orgasm sent her eyes rolling to the back of her skull.

Her orgasms rolled into each other as she was rewarded by a thick load of Gnoll cum. She opened her mouth wide in a whorish moan, only for it to be filled by the jets of cum from the Gnolls in her hands.

Every burst of seed sent another pulse of pleasure into her. She had hoped that scratching the itch would lessen the need within her, but it only made her want more.