Morgala can't take another step

Having come down from the high of her success, Morgala felt her knees buckle, and her legs turn to paste. The tears came again as she slid to her knees, not from desperation but exhaustion. It hit her all at once how long they'd been walking and how much she'd been through in just a day. As the moon shone from above and her moon presented itself to Thurkla, Morgala found all she could do was cry.

"Morgala!" Thurkla grabbed Morgala from behind, squishing her sizeable breasts into the elf's back. "It's okay; we made it out. You did it." The orc girl gently rubbed the elf's stomach, trying her best to copy the techniques Morgala had used on her earlier. It wasn't perfect, but it seemed to do the job, as Morgala turned to her and whined out something that sounded like "Thank you" but ended up more like, "Fung byoo."

The two naked women lay there, clutching one another for security and warmth (it was night, and they were naked, after all), eventually falling to the ground and crying exhausted but grateful tears. Sure, they had been robbed, lost everything, exposed to dozens of people, and **** to parade naked through the woods, but this was the first "success" they'd had in a while, so they had earned a good cry.

"I'm sorry I was so mean to you," Morgala whimpered. "I was just stressed out because my vacation was messed up. You didn't deserve that."

"No, I'm sorry." Thurkla insisted. "I lost your clothes, and my plan got you into this mess. I'm so useless."

"That's not true."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not!" Morgala sat up rapidly, startling the orc girl. "Don't belittle yourself so much. You've got so many good qualities; you're strong, smarter than you know, gorgeous, you're... you're..." Both women just looked at each other for a moment, letting Morgala's words hang in between them.

Then simultaneously, they dove to one another. They locked in a tight, sensual embrace, letting their lips meet, and their tongues swirl around inside one another's mouths. Morgala couldn't pretend this was just loneliness anymore; she had to accept that she was in love.

Thurkla lifted the elf woman off the ground, finding strength she didn't know she had left and slammed her lover against a tree. Coming up for air, Morgala wrapped her legs around Thurkla's torso, letting her pent-up frustrations of the day flow down her legs. "Yes... more..." she breathed in between passionate kisses. Thurkla answered in kind, thrusting her against the tree and letting a deluge of juices escape her lower lips. "So... so good." Thurkla peppered Morgala's neck with kisses, throwing in a bite once or twice out of sheer, animalistic passion.

Morgala loved every minute of it. This was better sex than any she'd ever had. She didn't think she could still love someone so ferociously at her age, but her powerful partner proved her wrong. Still, she didn't want to let Thurkla do all the work, so she wrapped her arms around the orc's shoulders and worked her way over her back. Thurkla arched her back, letting out a moan and telling Morgala that she had found a soft spot.

"Tell me to fuck you... do it..." Morgala whispered into Thurkla's ear.

"Yes... do it... fuck me so hard..."

For what felt like a blissful eternity, the naked women traded orgasmic movements and whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears. As they raced towards a mutual climax, they both let out moans loud enough to send the crows in the trees above them scattering before slowly falling back to the ground and passing out in one another's arms.