A very diffrent Tri'lanna

You turn to look at Tri’lanna, and stifle a gasp. The change is incredible. Her eyes are no longer dull and lifeless. Instead they are bright, glittering with intelligence and wicked humour. The blank look is gone from her face, replaced with a gleeful grin. Her nervous, animalistic movements have been replaced by an elegant, confident grace.

Shame fills you as you realise just how much the goblin spell had altered her personality – and how much you took advantage of her helplessness.

Seeing your expression, Tri’lanna steps up and kisses you on the lips. “You’re so sweet, Hans,” she whispers in your ear, too quietly for the surrounding orcs and ****-girls to hear. “But don’t worry. I may have been thinking like an animal, but I was an animal who wanted to mate with you.”

She laughs at your expression, a beautiful, happy sound with just an edge of naughtiness. “Oh, Hans. You’re a nice guy, and really handsome. Plus you rescued me from the goblins. And given I was hot and willing, I’d have been insulted if you didn’t bed me.” Her impish grin widened. “So the only way we’ll have a problem here… is if you intend to stop lying with me now I’m better.”

You can’t help but smile back when you hear that. Nevertheless, there’s another issue. “Tri’lanna… about the orcs.”

“I know, Hans. I have to be your sex ****. Should be fun.” She raised her voice so the surrounding orcs could hear, and put on a cute, pleading voice. “Please, Hans, I’ll do whatever you want! Just keep fucking me!”

The orcs chuckle admiringly. Tri’lanna’s obviously a quick thinker now her mind’s clear – she’s chosen exactly the right thing to say to win you the respect of the orcs.

Miriam is also impressed. She giggles. “You’ve got this one well trained, haven’t you? Having felt the way you fuck, I’m not surprised.” She claps her hands happily. “Are you going to put some jewellery on her? She’s your personal ****, so it’s important she looks good.” Tri’lanna seems enthusiastic at the idea.