Not a chance

The night is only beginning. They've each only cum a single time, and after a long time spent adventuring, they can manage three or four apiece before being truly satisfied. They handle you roughly, repositioning you however they desire to get better access to your holes. You pass out partway through, and wake to a different dick hammering your ass. Mairie grins down at you.

"Don't worry, I'm a doctor, you're not in any real danger, you're just a little fuck-drunk is all." She says, never pausing her rhythmic pounding.

You moan and shake your head, trying to clear it. You're pretty sure this goes a bit beyond a little fuck drunk. Your holes have been used as toys, and you've given up on asking for a break, or mercy, or for them to be gentle. You're just here to be fucked, and you've realized you're ok with that.

They finally finish, leaving you a cum-soaked wreck. You pass out, and wake the next morning sore all over. You carefully take your promised gold and slip out, cleaning yourself in the backroom of the inn while Ella laughs at you. You weigh your gold, and figure it was worth it, after all, you were almost enjoying yourself by the end.