These walls have been infiltrated and so many of your fellow guards have already been made into monsters. You've got to warn the others before fleeing! You waste no time going into the other outposts along the walls. Warning the guards inside as they rush off to warn everyone else. It takes no time for the guards to have all been warned. Everyone retreating together before you hear one of the others shout.
"Wait! Simons still in there!"
He tries to rush back in but the others hold him back. Dragging him off with them as he calls for his friend. Your heart drops, there's really another guard that's stuck in there? You decided that you were going to save all of these guards and you intend to do that. Sneaking away from your group as you head back into the outpost and ascend up to the walls. By the time you're back up on the walls things have changed quite a bit. There's discarded armour and weapons, bits of cum scattered on the floor, and an ever present musky scent from all the sex that's been had. You've got to be careful from this point on. This is now enemy territory.
You sneak forward to the nearest outpost and open the door. Thankful that the rooms empty as you enter inside. A few beds about that are a mess, some overturned weapon and armour racks, and that's it. It seems that he's not-
A hand holds you still, wrapped around your torso and pressing you against something. You struggle and try to free yourself as a bruttish laugh is heard, the monster bringing his other hand to your head. Your eyes noticing that there's some brownish stained cloth in his green hand, the dots being connected as you realise it's his loincloth. The scent of it is earthy and rugged, masculine to an absurd degree, belonging to a real man among men. You shudder as he presses it against your nose, wetting it with his spunk as the smell increases in strength. Pleasure taking hold of your body, a deep desire rooting itself in you now as you want this masculine stud to bend you over and plough your ass.
But a part of you is still yourself. A part of you still resisting. That part managing to land it's elbow against the monsters side and push him off. Fresh air presented once more as you turn to face the attacker, fighting off this new instinct to just submit to whatever rugged man grabbed you. Your eyes lock onto the creature as he recovers from the hit. A stark naked orc with earthy green skin and an overly muscular body. Black hairs spread across his rugged chest, arms, and legs. Pits filled with black hairs that are emitted his sweat filled stench. Dick already full length and erect, 12 inch's of green meat pulsing and dripping its pre on the floor. Appearance rugged, short black hairs on his head and tusks exposed due to a cocky grin.
"C'mon, human. Gave you a first taste, so have a second. Dicks right here for a sniff and suck."
He places a hand on his dick and laughs, stroking it once as you can't help but stare at it. Damn if it isn't impressive. Not only does it stink of a smell that you wish to have, but it's so inviting. You can imagine yourself just surrendering right here and now. Stripping out of this clunky armour and submitting to this orc. Admiring every inch of his body, before letting him impale you on his cock. Spreading his race further as you'll become another orc, having your own masculine scent and rugged body to show the world!
You shake your head, no. You need to fight this. You're a human, and proud of being one. You can't just throw that away, you're strong than this damn it. Fight off that smell!