The Shaman claims Becky with his magic

"Why is your tribe invading this area? Maybe--" Becky cut her self off as her mind wandered away from her. She clenched her teeth, trying to focus past the Shaman's lust hex. "Maybe we can work something out?"

"You were going to kill me." the Shaman replied, shaking his head as he turned away from her. He raised his staff and they symbols began to glow again. "It would be stupid of me to negotiate with you like this. See, I have all the power!"

"Wait--!" Becky started to speak up, but the symbols were already ablaze, washing her in their pink light once again. Becky bit her tongue to try and stay in control, but her feeble will was no match for such a powerful spell. The spells power was far beyond what a simple tribal Gnoll shaman should have had at his command-- as though he were channeling the energy of some other, greater being.

Regardless, Becky was completely overcome by the encroaching waves of lust. Her conscious mind darkened by this driving, impulsive need to be filled, to be bred. She let out a moan, writhing on the floor, her hands roaming over her own body. Becky gave a cry of frustration as her heavy coat stopped her from properly touching herself, and the garment was quickly removed.

"Hah! I expected more from someone as careful as you" the shaman taunted her as he sat down cross legged in front of her, facing the trembling Becky. "You've given in to the spell so easily! Its as if this was your natural state. You are truly a whore, and all the spell had to do was give you a little nudge."

Somewhere in the back of her hazy mind, Becky wanted to protest, but that part of her was far from being in control. The Shaman gave a toothy grin as Becky found that removing her coat wasn't enough, and she began eagerly stripping out of her blouse and pants until she was fully nude, her clothing discarded in a pile a few meters away, utterly forgotten.

Becky's hand raced down between her legs, rubbing quickly in a **** attempt to alleviate some of the desire that had overcome her mind. She rolled back and forth on the floor as she pleasured herself, gasping and moaning with each movement of her hand, as every fleeting sensation of pleasure that flowed through her body was amplified powerfully by the Shaman's hex.

Her other hand found her breasts, teasing at her nipples, toying with herself, but it wasn't enough. Becky needed more, she needed to be fucked.