The village of Oakwood lay peacefully nestled in the rolling green hills, its residents going about their daily lives in contentment. Little did they know, a wicked spell was about to descend upon them the night of the Spring Equinox.
Perched atop a craggy cliff overlooking the sleepy hamlet, a dark-haired witch named Tabitha stirred a bubbling cauldron. Vile green vapors swirled around her as she recited an ancient incantation, her voice dripping with malice. “Take this curse I bestow! Orgiastic lust from dawn to dusk, all thoughts consumed by carnal hunger! Sex any time, any place, the strong take what they want! May no one resist the urge to rut!”
As the last syllable escaped her lips, a pulse of magic rippled out in a shockwave, centering on Oakwood village. The residents felt a sudden, overwhelming onslaught of lust overtake them. Their minds went hazy, only able to focus on the all-consuming need to copulate.
Villagers began tearing off their clothing, exposing their nubile bodies to the night air. Men grabbed women and bent them over tables, chairs, in the streets. Women shrieked in wanton abandon as hard cocks pounded into their dripping cunts. The village square became a writhing tangle of fucking bodies, grunts and moans echoing through the night.
In the local tavern, a barmaid was gangbanged by the town’s menfolk, taking cocks in every hole. Jugs of ale were knocked over, spilled across the floor as the rutting continued unabated. Tables splintered under the force of a dozen simultaneous orgasms.
Upstairs in the inn, a virginal maiden screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure as the blacksmith’s son deflowered her, his meaty cock stretching her tight slit. Next door, the baker’s wife was mounted by a burly woodsman, her breasts bouncing wildly as he hammered her into the bed.
Husbands and wives fornicated with wild abandon, their wedding vows forgotten. Daughters beguiled their own fathers, suckling their dicks and riding them with youthful vigor. Sons fucked their mothers hard, pounding them into submission. Incest reigned supreme.
By dawn, the entire village was spent, lying in a satisfied sprawl across the cobblestones. Cum and juices leaked from every hole as they caught their breath. Tabitha looked down from her perch, a wicked smile on her lips at the successful orgy she wrought. The villagers would be her playthings now, forever cursed to rut like beasts in heat. And she would take great pleasure in watching them fuck.
