After a while, she’s saved.

Gwen is five orcs in, her body spasming from god knows how many orgasms, when she hears yet another sound of attack. She turns to look, as the orc cums inside her yet again, and notices most of the camp scrambling to the gates, including her most recent…companion. Unlike before, the sounds of fighting are much more fierce, and it sounds almost as if whoever is attacking is winning!

Gwen can’t only sit and wait, exchanging glances with Ophelia, who is a cum stained mess. Gwen is sure she doesn’t look much better… After what feels like an hour, a man in blue and white armor, stained with green orcish blood, rushes over. “Captain, I found prisoners!”

After a moment, a middle aged man with a thick bear steps before Gwen. “My god…what did they do to you?”

Gwen isn’t able to muster up a response, but just stares at the man, happy to be rescued. The man unfastens her bonds, and tries to catch her, but her cum stained body slips through his arms, causing Gwen to splash in the mud. “Sorry miss…didn’t realize you were so slippery.”

She watches the men help Ophelia down too, and she is escorted across the camp, through piles of dead orcs, to a caravan of carts and carriages. She is lifted into one, where she lies down, and immediately passes out.