It doesn't matter what she is, you need to fuck her
From Create Your Own Story
The pain in your loins overruling your common sense, you burst in through the front door, but before you can even get close to her, your body freezes uncontrollably.
"Have a seat." the woman says, and you body does as it's instructed without any say from you. Yes, she is definitely a witch, able to control men's bodies with a single thought.
Keeping her focus on the large pot, she asks, "So, orc, what brings you to my home?"
"H-how did you know I'm an orc? You haven't even looked at me yet."
She giggles, but keeps her focus on her cooking. "It wasn't hard. Your step is louder than any human or elf. You walk on two legs, so that leaves either orc or minotaur, and since you don't have hooves, you must be an orc. A sexually strong orc, if I'm not mistaking."
"Y-yes." is the only response you can muster.
She turns to face you, and gives you a gentle smile. "I'm so glad you came to visit me. I've been so lonely for so long."
She walks over to you and sits on your lap, but your body refuses to let you touch her. You can't even get an erection without her consent. It's infuriating to no end, but you get the feeling that she's not apposed to the idea of fucking you. But it'll be on her terms, not yours.
"You poor thing." she kindly whispers to you. "You sexually strong orcs suffer so much without a mate. I can't imagine what that pain must be like. Maybe, just maybe, I can help you."
Your eyes light up, and you nod. "Y-yes, I would very much like that."
She licks her lips and says, "But in return, you must do something for me."
| Status | ||
| Health | Horny, needing a mate | Equipment:
naked |
| Experience | Virgin | |
| HP | 40 | |
