Like they were doing wall meditation, all the elves sat in front of holes. And I threw three snares at them.
Bodies in heat from the slimehole's bodily fluids.
Commands backed by the authority of the queen.
And finally, orcs with demon fluid lightly smeared on their members.
"To escape our legion, you'd have to overcome at least those three conditions. Hehehe."
"You're laughing pretty wickedly there?"
"If they're elves who truly and faithfully keep the taboo, they'll endure it."
"That's true."
About an hour. After returning to the dungeon first with the worwolves, I pushed the elves one by one into the prepared holes. They were each assigned to sizes matching their upper bodies, and were conflicted in front of the holes between lust and patience.
"Usually the basic thing is not to touch. Even if they're in heat from the aphrodisiac."
"Ugh, ughhh!!"
