No, they grew unreasonable and aggressive

"Sorry Rayla, but we just need it. Badly. I have never felt this horny in my whole life, and I'm just barely out of my teens, so... Ah...haha, I think I'm going mad," groaned Tilor. He looked to be fighting with something inside himself, and the thing appeared to be definitely the one winning.

"Guys, I can see that you are all going through a, ahem, hard time, heh, but... can't we work this out in some other way? I would really hate having to hurt you but I will if you try again to get near me with those... things."

Edrig, Tilor, and Fynn all took a step forward. Apparently, not even the threat of **** was enough to shake them out of their fixation.
"Rayla, we really, really need to fuck you, right now," wheezed Fyn. He was sweating profusely and his eyes were glassy and a thick vein had popped to the side of his neck.

"No more talking, Elf. It's time to get fucked," grunted Edrig taking another step towards her.
There seemed to be not a single ounce of sympathy in his words.
He was already the most hostile of the three, clearly prejudiced towards Elves, so it was no surprise he didn't care about her feelings.

He just wanted her body, it was clear he would have had no remorse in doing unmentionable things to her, like if she was some kind of beast or worse.
If there was one Rayla would have hitten without feeling bad, that was him.
"Or, I could kick your butt until you can't get up anymore," offered she offered as her feet flew to his face.

It was a light jab, a warning blow more than anything else. Rayla felt the boy's nose and mouth under the sole of her feet which also left a wet trace of saliva on her skin.
Edrig staggered back, surprise and anger on his face as he tried to stop a trickle of blood coming down from his nose. "Bitch," he spitted.
Rayla glanced at Fynn and Tilor, they were shuffling towards her. She had hoped the kick in their companion's face would scare them off, but they weren't at that point anymore.

She arched her back to gain some quick forward momentum, split her legs, and kicked both of them off. The librarian was hit on the chest and easily flung sitting on the stone floor of the cell again. The stocky farmboy instead was hit on the chin. He gave a grunt but didn't budge, so before she was pulled back by gravity, Rayla gave herself a spin, pivoting on her heel in a roundhouse kick right into Fynn's chubby cheek.

It was a flashy move, and not just because she flashed them everything, but barely more than a slap, as she wasn't really glad to have to hit those poor sods, but it was enough to push the boy away and leave him whimpering.
"Guys, I'm serious, last warning. I don't want to hurt you, please, stop it!" she cried.

From the three Humans came no response. Edrig, the first one to be hit, was making a low, throaty noise. His eyes were hallucinated and his long, crooked nose was still bleeding, but he appeared to not care anymore. Tilor too, which usually was the talkative type, was glaring silently at her from the cell floor, coiled like a beast ready to pounce on his prey.
A little to the side, Fyn whimpered and massaged his cheek. He seemed to be weeping a little, the way he acted, it was more like an animal licking his wounds than man though.

"Great, now they have completely lost it," hissed Rayla through her gritted teeth.
She quickly analyzed the situation.
The three Humans were uncoordinated and didn't show signs of having any particular combat skill. That was good. Also, the potion didn't seem to have affected their strength very much, that too was good.

But they didn't seem to react the right way to pain, though, like they couldn't feel it or, better said, like they didn't care about it. That was bad.
Another change was that surprisingly, they weren't rubbing their manhood anymore and in turn, their erection had apparently swelled up even more. Engorged with blood, they throbbed visibly.

Rayla reasoned she could easily break the guys' neck with a well-placed blow at the base of the head but she didn't want to. She could probably knock them out one by one with a smothering grab, but she doubted she would have been given the chance without the other two jumping her while she wrapped her legs around her first target's neck.

What was left was hitting them to unconsciousness: temples and napes would have to be her targets, heels and knees her weapons. It would have been tricky, she could have easily killed them if she hit too hard, but they were slow, getting a clean hit shouldn't have been a problem.
If she would have managed to knock out one of them at least, then she could have even attempted to "gently" **** the other two.

"I'm so sorry," she said ruefully as she prepared to hit Fynn who was closing in on her again. The farm boy had chosen for her which of the three was the one getting the rough treatment.
"Oh, Claudia, what have you done?"