Drink from the red potion!

You hear the guards talking in goblin right outside the tent! Your hand shakes as you reach for the potions indecisively. They're opening the tent flap!

You grab the bottle of red liquid and unstopper it with your teeth. The liquid bubbles and spills across your tongue. It is bitter and tingling and when you swallow it burns as it goes down. Heat immediately fills your veins. You feel like you are on fire!

"What you doing!?" demands the angry guards as they enter the tent.

"Stay back," you warn, sweat springing to your forehead, "I've swallowed the potion of demon strength...I'll..."

Black horns spears out of your forehead and curl up and over your blonde hair. Your skin turns a solid, deep shade of red, your lips grow fuller, your breasts larger and immune to to the sag of gravity, and your hips and shapely buttocks become even shapelier. You feel the vitality of a demon infusing your limbs. You roar with fury and with one hand punch the goblin warriors through the wall of the tent with a rip. Zakrog is awakened by their cries of shock and you grab him around the throat and lift him up from the piled cushions.

"Where are my things?"

"Th-the harem tent," he sputters. "Please don't hurt me."

You smash him into the table, shattering the other potions and filling the air with the smell of exotic ingredients. Your strength is unbelievable. You hurl aside the goblin warriors that come running and smash the swords and axes from their hands. The barrel-chested harem guards put up a valiant effort, but their arrows bounce harmlessly from your stone-like skin. You throw them like dolls and storm into the harem tent to find the slavegirls cowering fearfully.

To your surprise, the sight of the slavegirls, naked or nearly naked, clutching one another for comfort, fills you with lust. you have the sudden urge to hold them fast to the ground and bury your tongue in their eager little slits. You ache to pull their faces to your own dripping sex and explore their holes with your fingers. You shake off such urges and motion for them to come with you. The brunette who told you about the potion convinces the terrified girls to come with you.

You find your things in a sack kept under guard by the goblins. You dress but your clothing barely fits your new voluptuous figure. Your breasts strain the material of your blouse to bursting and your hips and shapely ass are too wide for your trousers. Your hard, purple-black nipples jut against the fabric of your blouse.

You escape from the goblin camp leading the slavegirls and flee into the night. Near dawn the girls are exhausted and you rest in a wooded area. You are tireless and your thoughts are full of lust. The other girls are sleeping or talking quietly in the darkness of the woods. You stand apart from them to contain your lust. The brunette who told you of the potion comes over to you, a shawl drapped over her otherwise naked body.

"You've drank the essence of a demon," says the brunette. "It must have been a succubus, for your body has changed to mimic theirs. The desire must be incredible."

She comes closer. She is plump, shapely, with motherly breasts that hang lower than your own defiant cannonballs, yet you find her attractive beyond reasoning. She touches your horns.

"It is hard to contain myself," you say and your voice has changed.

"It will wear off," she says, "perhaps soon. If you kept the potion you must be careful with it. If you drink too much the essence will addict you and you will become like the succubus, only able to feed from sexual energy. You'll grow wings and a tail. I've read of it happening."

You take the potion out from your satchel and uncork it, but as you begin to pour it out upon the ground the brunette stops you. "Don't. It could be valuable for you in your quest."

"What do you know of my quest?" you demand.

"I saw the shining stone," she sits upon a rock nearby and adjusts the shawl to conceal her modesty. "With the darkness upon the land it would be your duty to take such a thing to the druids."

"You know of them?"

She nods.

"I am Marissa. Long ago, I was a wizardess, learned at the elven academy. My sister Haissa still lives in Elohin. I was captured on my graduation quest. Human slavers took me when I was climbing a tree for a roc egg and they sold me to the goblins for...nothing. These women, they want to rescue their men sold to orcs, working in the mines, but what do I have? My sister in Elohin? I do not know if she even lives there any more, so many years have passed as a goblin's whore, a wet nurse to monsters. I'd join you if you have me. I'm still strong and youthful despite what you may think and I know some spells."

She looks up at you and asks, "Would you have me?"

The question has a double meaning, revealed more strongly as she parts her thighs and exposes the hairless mound of her womanhood. It's marked with a **** tattoo and shows the scars of childbirth, she's nearly old enough to be your mother, yet your mouth waters with lust. Marissa is offering herself not only as a traveling companion, but as a means to satisfy your desire.