Messengers at the Enchantress' Tower

A pair of messengers knocked on the large wooden door of the witch's tower.

"This place creeps me out," the older man whispers.

"Why? She's been nothing but good to our army."

"My cousin told me the story of how she turned the entire staff of a castle into living furniture because they refused to give her a room during a storm."

"That sounds kinda far-fetched. Can she even transform people? I thought her thing was throwing fireballs and stuff-"

Their conversation is interrupted when the door in front of them opens, revealing a tall, scantily-clad orc woman with a massive rack and a dolled-up face.

"Hayyy!" She mutters in a high-pitched voice. Her skin is covered in a sheen of sweat.

The humans panickedly unsheathe swords and point them at the woman.

"O-Orc!"

"Wowza, those are some sharp knives!"

"S-Stand d-down!"

It takes them a few seconds to realize that the orc is not moving towards them and clearly shows no motivation to fight them.

"Are ya here to see Miss Stella?" she asks in a relaxed tone.

The youngest man's eyes wander down and spot the glistening shaft hanging between the orc's legs.

"Huh, ma'am… your d-dick is out…"

"Oh! Gosh, I am so sorry, misters!" She swiftly pushes her cock back into her small silky underwear, but the bulge is still as distracting as when it was in the open. "I am not used to those new clothes yet!"

The men turn to each other, and then slowly lower their sword, although they do keep them in hand.

"We are indeed here to meet… hum… Miss Brightstar," the man says, holding up a package.

"I'll bring it to her!" She bends down with a wide smile, showing off her sharp teeth.

The man takes a moment before handing over the package.

"We need a signature…"

"I forgot how to write," the voluptuous orc announces while closing the door behind her, package in hand.

It takes the messengers a full minute to recover from this encounter, and then they turn to one another.

"Was that…"

"The warchief's son?"

"Erm… I guess daughter would be the more appropriate term now."

"…Is it just me, or was she… kinda hot?"

Xena returns to the witch's bedroom with the box, finding the enchantress laying down on her belly over her lavish bed. Stella's breath is ragged and she is leaking copious amounts of orc jizz from every hole.

"Package for you Miss Stella!"

The witch's eyes follow the bimbo, but she is way too exhausted right now to do much.

"Spell components…" she mutters. "Fragile… Put it… on dresser… careful…"

Stella is glad to see that her command is easy enough to be understood. While the bimbo places the box down, Stella's abused backdoor farts out half a liter of cum.

Between Xena's transformation and the blessed knock on the door that caused her sexed up doll to take a break, Stella has been fucked at least ten consecutive times. She knows it's at least ten, because ten was when she had stopped counting.

Seeing her bimbo's dick, it is clear that she is already up for it again