Desire is still there

The potion still remained in her system, its effects only time could fully dispel. Exstatica's hold on Mira weakened with each passing moment, but the overwhelming lust returned sooner than she expected. This time, she resisted better, but the urge to submit to her desires grew stronger by the second.

"See? Had you not killed that orc, you would be happy and satiated now," Marus said, his voice magically projecting into the room. "Use the bell again, and I'll send two more orcs for your pleasure. I see now that one is not enough for a whore like you."

A furious scream escaped Mira's lips. "I am not a whore!" She gripped the bell's chain so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She needed those orcs not for lust, but for a new fight—a distraction. A new dose of wrath. However, the rational part of her mind knew she couldn't defeat two orcs unarmed and would be ****.

The thought of their strong, muscular bodies pinning her down, fucking her relentlessly in both holes, made her shudder with more unwanted arousal. To her horror, Mira realized she had almost started to finger herself. "I am not a whore!" She screamed once more, slamming her fist against the cold, unforgiving wall.

"I am a warrior! I am a paladin!" she panted, her chest heaving with fury and desire. "I won't submit to this potion again!" She spat the words like venom. "Give me my sword, and I will ring that damn bell." Her eyes blazed with determination as she glared at the door. "It's a fair deal for you lot," she growled. "If I lose, you'll have your show - a paladin getting **** by two orcs."

Mira's voice hardened. "But if I win, I don't think you'll miss two more dead orcs."