You tried to shake these new sensations, finding your young, bare and rather lean form something to put aside as you tried to get out of this situation. At least, for the most part, you looked yourself. Younger yes, with slight changes in your features, but you still looked like you. Chest flat, arms and legs thin, and face clean. An empty canvas that could become anything, that could be changed by the inhabitants of this temple.
You crawled to your feet, your stomach queasy as it grabbled a developing hornyness edging you into giving inti the forest magic. You groaned, walking aimlessly away from the pond and further into the direction you had came. You wiped sweat of your brow, noticing the light smell of BO coming from out your pits. It was light, human, and possibly a symptom of only the humid weather. Most likely.
Another step forward and deeper the forest seemed to go. Could you have made a wrong turn? A light breeze made you shudder, cold air vibrating across your limp member. That stimulation was all it took as you felt it become half hard. THAT stirred and urge to grab and stroke it, to just stimulate your body until you came! You groaned in distant pleasures, and then annoyance and ultimately frustration. You slammed your fist into a nearby tree and threw your head up to the sky in despair. You dick rose and felt like steel! You slammed your fist into the tree again, closing your eyes and focusing all will into resisting, into not rubbing your dick against the tree for the sheer carnal delight of it!
Then you heard two heavy footsteps emerge from behind you. Slowly you turned around to greet whatever beast had found you. Then you fell back, leaning into the tree trunk for support as a 7ft figure towered over you. He was a swollen pinnacle of manhood with a iron-pressed defined form. It could be likened to that of the Greek statues, if they'd taken steroids. His harry skin, the black hairs almost too thick and shaggy to believe, was a vibrant green. His square face was compliment in curly dark hairs and a fine beard. From out his lips poked two large tucks, which were sharp and starkly white.
He took a step forward with his harry legs, your eyes helpless as they drifted down to the 12 inches swimming between his massive thighs. It looked like a germen sausage. You groaned, your dick throbbing with alien, and slightly welcomed, excitement. You tired to hold your breath, the Orcs odor of sex, sweat and manhood squeezing out every last drop of strength in you.
The Orc laughed at you, his eyes wide with excitement, as you could tell as slowly he grew erects in extortionary lust.
Smacking his lips, he said in a voice like dark velvet, "Ah, yes. Raw material right here. This will be a fun afternoon..."
You frozen, you mind locked in two options.
To fuck, cave into flesh and just dig into the desire leaking from your rod.
Or Run...