He Begins to Notice Things

As that feeling spread from his stomach to his chest, Zorack started to feel funny. He noticed the tips of his fingers beginning to tingle. He also began to feel his head starting to swim. It was beginning to become difficult to focus. He tried to call out to the girls but found his ability to form words impaired. He looked up to get their attention but had to suddenly shut his eyes as he was assaulted by a cacophony of sound and colors. Whatever had happened to him, it had somehow managed to both dull and enhance his senses simultaneously. Everything in the room was clearer and sharper, and the tiniest of sounds was almost deafening.

But the addled state of his mind was making it hard to process it all. With a deep breath he slowly opened his eyes again and looked around. The clarity and vibrancy of everything around him was still an **** upon his senses, but he managed to weather it enough to look around. Everything in the room was incredibly detailed. The cracks in the floor and the weathered wood of the furniture stood out in stark detail. He could even read the words on the spines of the spell books on the shelf in the far corner. He was about to try and say something when his gaze rested upon Kora and Anlin.

With his newly acquired heightened senses, he was struck by how beautiful they were. As both a sorcerer and wizard respectively, they shied away from the more physical forms of combat, so they both had very slender builds. Kora was a tad more athletic, having grown up in a village on the edge of civilization. Anlin, being an elf and having been raised among nobility, had an almost waifish appearance to her. Like a strong breeze could blow her away.

Kora's skin was deep red. She had bright purple eyes set in a kind but fierce face and shoulder length black hair that she wore loose. From her head sprouted two curvy black horns the same color as her hair. Perhaps her most unique feature was the two-and-a-half-foot long tail protruding from the back of her robes that swished behind her as she walked.

Anlin had soft pale skin that never seemed to tan or burn no matter how long they traveled in the Sun. She had eyes that were a mix of blue and coral green set in a soft and innocent face. She kept her blonde, waist length hair tied in a simple braid.

The two girls didn't notice, but he was staring intensely at them now. It occurred to him that he had a rough idea of their builds, but he had never actually seen a whole lot of their bodies before. They always wore their robes and travel jerkins around him and the others. When they made camp, they always made it a point to give the girls their privacy. But now his desire to see what they looked like under those robes was burning inside of him. It vaguely occurred to him in a far-off part of his mind that his cock had become rock hard. He began to feel something welling up inside him.

At first, he thought it was the power of his rage that he would draw on for bursts of strength and agility. But this was different. It had the same potency and draw upon his will, but it definitely wasn't rage. It was the opposite in fact. There was another thought that tried to work its way out of his mind. This was most likely the effect of the mystery potion. But this thought vanished as quickly as it had come. It had been overridden by the burning desire for the girls. He ached with the urge to know what their skin felt like, to know what they tasted like. To know how they would feel with their lips and cunts wrapped around his cock.

But still, a small voice spoke in the back of his head. The same voice that had urged him on to protect the girls from the exploding potion was now trying to urge him to fight. But it was distant and far away. Zorack wasn't sure if he could fight. He knew that he had to have the girls, and he had to have them now.