Continue talking with Isabelle
From Create Your Own Story
Isabelle ties her hair back into a bun, takes a wet rag and cleans your wounded arms. They've already mostly healed, leaving some pink scars. "I'm glad you orcs heal quickly. Otherwise someone might get suspicious."
As the two of you leave the building, you notice something different about Isabelle. Her posture is more loose and relaxed around you. "So, what's your plan for getting us our of here with our heads still attached?" you ask. The streets are pretty barren, so you don't worry about talking with Isabelle some more.
"I'm working on it. You don't need to worry. You'll live to fuck me again."
"Okay, I'll trust you. So, what did you think of my cock?"
Isabelle sighs with joy. "Oh my Gods, it was amazing." But just as she says this she quickly covers her mouth. "Wait... I mean... why did I just say that? I hate men... yet... I can't stop thinking about fucking you again. What's wrong with me?"
"Orc cum is highly addictive. Even for the strongest of women. You'll get used to it eventually. But you won't ever want to part from me."
Isabelle takes a deep breath, and thinks about your words. "So that's how you keep women around. You brainwash them into loving your cocks."
"It's not really brainwashing. Our cocks are just highly persuasive. Does it upset you?"
"Yes, it does. It's unfair to the woman."
You chuckle. "Don't think it's entirely one sided though."
"What do you mean?" she asks.
"Well, orcs tend to grow attached to their mates. Sometimes to the point where they can't live without them."
"So, you fall in love?" she asks, sounding more and more interested.
"Well, yes. But it's deeper than that. It's like a bond forms between the orc and the woman. Like their souls become one."
"Hm, that's interesting. Will that happen to us?"
"Yes. Unless I start my own harem."
Her gaze snaps to yours, anger and jealousy filling her eyes. "You are not going to start your own harem! I'm more than enough for you!" She again covers her mouth, wishing she hadn't said that, and quickly recovers. "I mean... whatever."
You laugh at how conflicted she is. Her body telling her one thing, her mind another. The two of you then stop in front of a small house, and Isabelle says, "Okay, this is my house." She pauses, and seems terrified about entering.
| Status | ||
| Health | Horny, mated to Isabelle, scared arms | Equipment:
naked |
| Experience | low | |
| HP | 90 | |
