Resist Isabel’s temptation

Despite how hot your body has gotten and how tempting the orcs' cocks are, you can't bring yourself to commit such a vile act.

"No," you say softly and try to push Isabel away. "I can't. This is wrong, Isabel! They're murdering and **** us. How can you so easily give into them for a bit of pleasure?" You try to snap the girl back to her senses.

A sly grin crosses Isabel's lips. "I can see why you're ****, but I have something that'll make you forgot about such minor things." The woman stands up and walks over to table, where a small cup of liquid is sitting. She picks the cup up and brings it over to you, her seductive smile causing you to grow nervous. "Drink this," she says to you in a whisper.

You wonder if whatever's in that cup is what's making the women act the way they are. Isabel brings the cup to your lips but you turn away. "No! Isabel snap out of it!" you try to call out to the village girl, but she is unresponsive to your plea. Instead, she brings the cup to her own lips. "I'll show that it's alright," she says before taking a sip. She moves the cup aside and brings her lips, now stained in an indigo color from the liquid, to yours. She kisses you passionately.

Your eyes grow wide from the sudden kiss but slowly close shut as you respond to affectionate gesture. You can taste a sickingly sweet taste on her lips. Your lips part open as you try and sample more of the sweet nectar. Isabel's tongue reaches into your mouth, and you taste more of the potion. Your eyes begin to roll back into your head as the potion sinks into your bloodstream. Your body grows even hotter.

Isabel pulls away and tries again to bring the cup to your lips. The sweet aroma of apples and peaches hits you from the warm potion. You try to resist, but the temptation of the drink is too much. You willingly bring your lips to the cup and drink from it as Isabel tilts it.

The smooth potion travels down your throat. Almost instantly, a feral urge grows over you. Your body is now burning; your virgin pussy begins to flow with a river of your juices.

"See, I told you this would make it all better," Isabel says to you. You breathe deeply, your eyelids starting to droop from the relaxing arousal. Without any restraint, you reach for Isabel and bring her lips to yours. You return a passionate kiss even more intense than the one she gave you. Isabel falls on top of you, your lips remaining locked. You both caress each other's naked bodies and feel each other's soft curves. Isabel brings her fingers down and starts to roughly rub your inflamed nether region.

You groan in pleasure and return the favor by plunging your digits into her quim. Both of your love tunnels are dripping wet, leaving little resistance for your fingers. Isabel roughly pulls away from your lips and looks towards the orcs. "She's ready for you," she says. You feel her part your pussy lips with her fingers, welcoming the orcs. "Her body aches for your seed. Breed her!"

Your conscious mind tries to scream in protest, but your mouth produces no words. Your subconscious, however, agrees with everything Isabel is saying. You want to be dominated by the orcs. You want to be taken by them. You want to be bred! You know that the potion you drank is making you like this, but you can't do a single thing about it.

A couple orcs approach you with grins. Both you and Isabel are picked up by the orcs and held face-to-face in the air. Both you and her are now sandwiched between the couple orcs. Both your legs are spread, and your cunts are hovered over the large bulbous heads of the orcs' cocks. You quiver with excitement and anticipation as you're about to be taken. Isabel helps the orc holding you by aligning his powerful tool at your entrance and sliding the head between your innocent petals. You groan, wanting more. The orc obliges by letting you fall further onto his prick, letting the cock slowly descend up into your quim.

The hard cock tears effortlessly past your hymen, robbing you of your virginity. You don't care, however. You simply want to be taken now by this powerful beast. Your pussy engulfs the dick fully, hungrily taking inside. "Ah! Yes!" you scream out as you're finally filled up by the thick meat.

Isabel guides her own orc's cock into herself and is filled out quickly with one long thrust. The two orcs begin to raise and lower both of you on their staves. Both you and Isabel moan and scream in pleasure. Before long, the two of you reach for each other and begin to kiss and grope one another. The orcs simply laugh at your total corruption at the hands of the potion.

Isabel suddenly pulls away from you. "They're close. I can feel it. Ah! Beg for them, Luna. Beg for their seed. That's when it feels best!" Isabel says to you in between gasps and moans.

You're **** at first, but you can feel your own orgasm approaching. You want to be pushed over the edge, and you feel like this is the only way to do it. You turn your head to your orc mate and say, "Please, fill me with your seed. I need it!" Your conscious mind feels nothing but shame at what you just said, but there is nothing you can do but watch as your own body betrays you.

"With pleasure," the orc fucking you says. You suddenly feel his whole prick swell. He pushes it as deep as it will go inside your body; his testes rise upward in preparation. The cock gives its first powerful spurt inside you. With a strong twitch, a rope of potent spunk is shot into you. This is all it takes to bring you to release. Your mouth drops open in a loud, elongated groan. Your muscles tense up and your feminine tunnel begins to squeeze down on the invading member. Another twitch and another batch of seed travels up into you. Your cunt desperately tries to milk the orc's spewing cock.

The orc continues to come inside you, ejaculating more than your womb can take. The excess quickly begins to spill from around his prick that's corked inside your tight snatch. Before long, the orc pushes you off, letting you fall flat on the table. Your gaping hole lets loose the rest of the orc's semen that was kept trapped inside by the orc's enormous girth.

You breathe hard, trying to regain your senses, but your body still yearns for more. The potion's effects still has its hold on your tender body, which is fortunate, because the orcs were not done with you yet. Almost immediately you're brought up on your hands and knees and mounted by another orc, who trusts into you with a whole new vigor. The orc that just came inside you moved in front of you, his half limp cock slathered in his and your juices. He positions it in front of your mouth and you begin to lick it dutifully without a single word.

Time passes. You orgasm more times than you can count, and your once virgin hole is filled well beyond its limit with the orcs' cum. You're mounted from behind, from the front; you even ride on top of the orcs. The orgy continues a couple of hours before the orcs are done with you. Whether the orcs are finally satisfied or whether they're ready to set the building on fire, you're not sure. Either way, the pause in rutting finally lets your tiredness take its toll and puts you to sleep.