For the moment

"Sorry Rayla, but we just need it. Badly! I don't remember ever feeling this horny in my whole life, and I'm just barely out of my teens! Can you believe it? This is driving me insane," cried Tilor. He looked to be desperately fighting with something inside of himself, and the thing appeared to be slowly but steadily winning.
"Guys, guys... I can see that you are all going through a, ahem, hard time, but... Can't we work this out in some other way? There must be something you can do... we can do... You have to calm down, take a deep breath and endure this feeling while we think of a way to escape. I'd really hate to do it, but I will hit you again if you try to get near me with those things...
I won't kill you, but I will definitely hurt you."

The boys staggered and exchanged an alarmed look. It was possible that the prospect of pain was enough to stop them despite the spell taking over their minds?
"We don't want to get hurt. And we don't want to hurt you either, Rayla... We will be gentle, I swear, but you have to understand... We really, really need to put it inside, right now," urged Fynn. His breath was labored and he was sweating profusely.

"You'll see, Elf. Once we will stick it in, you'll start to like it. You will be begging for more before you know it. And we have plenty to give," grunted Edrig waving his green appendage menacingly.
He was clearly the most hostile of the three. Rayla perceived his Elf prejudice clearly, even while he lusted for her. He was the one she would have less remorse in hitting again.
"Or, I could kick your butt until you can't get up anymore," she offered, showing all her confidence and poise.

Minutes passed, for a while the situation seemed to have reached a standstill. The humans didn't dare to get closer, and Rayla glared at them waiting for their move, muscles ready to spring.
She knew she couldn't relax. The irony was she had worked so hard to debunk the idea the Elves were evil and dangerous from the people of the Human Kingdoms lately. And now she had to be grateful for them to be still thinking of her as a scary Elf Assassin deep down.
Fear, that was all that was keeping them in check.
The moment they would get a hint she was going to lower her guard and relax, or that she was distracted or tired they would surely jump on her.
Would that have to be like that until tomorrow morning, she wondered.

"Listen, we are all in this together, don't you see? You are being fooled if you really believe Claudia will set you free tomorrow. She pitted us against each other. She's probably expecting me to kill you or just beat you to unconsciousness before sundown."
"What's your point?" groaned Tilor," It's not like we can help this," he added gesturing at his erection.
"I know, I know. That's why I'm trying to reason with you. I wanna help, I really do."
"Will you let us put it in?" wheezed Fynn expectantly.
"NO! I mean, no, that's out of the question, but I'm sure there are other ways for you to get some relief. There have to be, right?"