It Doesn't Matter What She Is, You Need To Fuck Her

The pain in your loins overruling your common sense as you burst in through the front door of the house. As you fully enter the house but before you can even get close to her, your body freezes uncontrollably and you hear the door slam closed behind you.

"Have a seat." the woman says, and you body does as it's instructed without any say from you. Yes, she is definitely a witch, able to control men's bodies with a single thought. As you study her closer you feel your loins pulse, she looks human but you know she isn't. Witches bodies just like elves are changed by their magic and she looks the part of a true temptress. With wide hips and an ample bust, her clothes barely hide anything causing your body to cry out in need as you catch glimpses of her soft milky white skin.

Keeping her focus on the large pot, she asks, "So, orc, what brings you to my home?"

"H-how did you know I'm an orc? You haven't even looked at me yet."

She giggles, but keeps her focus on her cooking. "It wasn't hard. Your step is louder than any human or elf. You walk on two legs, so that leaves either orc or minotaur, and since you don't have hooves, you must be an orc. A sexually strong orc, if I'm not mistaken by the smell"

"Y-yes." is the only response you can muster.

She turns to face you and gives you a gentle smile as your breath catches "I'm so glad you came to visit me. I've been so lonely for so long." As she says this she pouts pressing her large pink lips into an exaggerated frown.

She walks over to you and sits on your lap, but your body refuses to let you touch her. She, however, has no such restraints and runs her hands over your arms and chest as your body is held totally still. Her hand brushes your erection and her breasts press into your chest as she takes a long lip over your cheek. It's infuriating to no end, but you realize as she explores your body on her own terms you still might have a chance. You will just have to give in to whatever she wants or you might die.

"You poor thing." she kindly whispers to you. "Any strong orcs suffer so much without a mate. I can't imagine what that pain must be like. Maybe, just maybe, I can help you."

Your eyes light up, and you nod. "Y-yes, I would very much like that."

She licks her lips and says, "But in return, you must do something for me."