A subtler attack.

Cecilia tried to look anywhere but at the fucking couple at the centre of the cave. Her faith frowned on any mating with any outside one’s own species, viewing even couplings between close races such as humans and elves as a sin. Minotaurs and other beastmen were said to be the result of perverse interbreeding between humans and beasts, and to lie with one abominable.

And the scene before her was so depraved, so obscene. Her eyes kept being drawn back to it, to the sight of the beast’s oversized member pushing in and out of the berserker’s cunt. The sound of mingled roars and moans seemed to fill her ears. Inside her armour, her nipples were hardening, and her pussy was uncomfortably damp.

Myria noted her companion’s distress and fascination with amusement. And she was far from the only one affected. Dew gently caressed her womanhood through her clothes, as did the ninja. The beast tamer had gone a step further. She’d pulled her leather pants down, sat her bare backside on the cold stone, and begun to frig herself, pushing three fingers in and out of her cunt in time with the minotaur’s thrusts.

That was a good idea, Myria thought to herself. A chance to feel her fingers sliding in and out of her sopping wet hole, that was the way to appreciate what she was watching. That was what she needed. Well, what she really needed was a cock. Any cock. Perhaps when he was done with the berserker, the minotaur would do her? She could ask it really nicely…

Dew noticed Myria unbuckling her sword-belt out of the corner of her eye, but kept staring at the minotaur and Raquel. Her little elven pussy was far tighter than the berserkers, and she wondered if she could take such a massive cock. She wondered what it would feel like to try.

But… something was wrong. Her apprenticeship had been spent training her will, but still it was a struggle to tear her eyes away, to briefly scan the cave. And then she saw it. To human eyes it would just be a patch of shadow, but her elven vision showed that it was a hidden tunnel opening. And in it squatted a cave toad, its skin painted with strange designs. In its clawed hand it held some kind of wand.

Of course! They were using magic! Some spell to inspire lust, to spread their venom without physical contact. If it wasn’t for the effect it had had on her, she’d have sensed the spell sooner. She had to break the magic, and warn the others! If she didn’t, then all six women would get… ****. Her eyes were suddenly caught on one of the toad’s big, hanging cocks, hardening at the sight of the women they were about to capture. She imagined it sliding into her, and suddenly couldn’t quite recall why that was a bad thing.