The Haze

The warm day sun on her nude form. Sasha Belt unleashed a strange power she didn't ask for. One moment humming also with prose and the next in front of carnage.

She noticed the slain townspeople around her. A crew of hideous blue orcs. They had done this!

“Strange wench… Bend over and submit…” The largest of them said. The leader.

He approached her with his sword. But suddenly he stood back. Dizzy. The haze.

“What?! What have you done to me?” He said.

Clutching his blade and kneeling. His men were uncertain and awestruck. Stepped back.

“I– I didn't do anything!” Sasha said.

He took a deep breath and then shuddered. The leader shouted, “Get back fools! She has done something to the air! It's poison!”

They jumped back. How could she do something to the air?

Sasha sniffed the air. The faint scent of rose? She hadn't noticed it first…

The leader fell to the floor. Held onto his crotch. Holding tight. His men watched in horror.

“Arghhhhhhh!” The leader groaned.

His rock hard blue cock erupted through his garment like a spear. 12 inches of girthy manhood.

Such a scene would be horrifying… Yet Sasha felt herself tingle… Then her head wings began to flap wildly! Forward. Forward towards his cock!