Peek outside the tent

{reveal "Author's Note"} I spent some time going back over the previous chapters. Now we are back to the main story. I also wanted to try gen some nsfw images using a local model. I got some basic stuff running with comfy ui but its super hard. If anyone has any tips please dm me. I have 12gb vram and 32gb system ram {endreveal}

A minute after the orcs left Eyya turned and looked briefly at the elf girl. Judging by how the girl reacted to the orcs – Eyya doubted she would be much use to her.

She peeked outside the tent. There were other elf girls sprawled about in various poses. The three orcs who were walking away through a path that had been cut in the thick jungle. Two other orcs remained and sat around three wet logs. They were poking at the embers of an old campfire that had been extinguished by the rain. .

The girls were pretty docile looking, mostly lazing around like cats or scratching each others hair. They did not look like they were mistreated at all – in fact they looked relatively clean and well taken care off. One of the guards got up and made his way over to a red haired elf who was lying on her side on the wet grass. As he approached she sat up and looked at him a tiny bit reluctantly - he stood over her for a moment and then he began lift his loincloth up and to the side. A huge slab of dark green veiny orcish cock flopped out right in front of her face.

He slapped it side to side and chuckled, the elves eyes slowly began to glaze over as she watched it swing and suddenly she was on her knees with his cock down her throat. She looked ravenous and she slurped over and over again on it. Eyya watched in shock as thick globs of saliva coated the orcs now erect cock. Every time the elf moved back and forth she saw a fresh coat of saliva paint over on the veiny meat monster. Eyya was stunlocked as she watched the debauchery unfolding in front of her. It was so overtly sexual and grotesque that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from it.

After a minute of vigorous sucking the red haired elf was rewarded with an obscene amount of cum. The first spurt completely filled up her mouth an the next two blasted her face.

“UHHohggaa that was a good one Gia”.

The orc looked spent and plonked himself down on the wet grass. The elf looked completely out of it, her pupils were dilated ,and her cheeks were completely flushed. She began to lick the cum around the sides of her mouth and each time gulped down a globule of thick cum she let out a deep sigh of pleasure. Finally snuggled up next to the sitting orc and began to coo and rub herself on him. Like she was a pet seeking approval.

She wasn’t that out of it before? Did – Did his semen do something to her? Something is not right here – I have never seen Orcs like these before. And with elves? Elves are supposed to be dignified creatures of magic who built civilizations.

Eyya retreated back into the tent – letting the rough leather flaps of the tent close shut behind them. A light drizzle began to patter around her and the comforting smell of the jungle finally allowed her to relax. She sat down for a moment and took stock of everything.

Marcus

He had sacrificed himself to save her. She had lost the last of her family in the world. The only person who she knew was completely on her side. She had lost her father.

The rain began to pick up outside. Somehow the thatched hut did not leak at all and kept the insides dry and warm. The rain outside closed the outside world off. It was just her in the tent alone.

And with that – a feeling of grief came over her - despite her best efforts to be strong. Silent tears began to roll down her eyes. Memories came back to her of following him around as a young girl while he showed her the deck of a navy ship. Of him lifting her up to sit on his lap while he steered the shape around the navy waters. She remembered his comforting smell that always reminded her of home.

‘Remember you can do anything you set your mind to. I will always believe in you and love you’

Eyya completely let go – loud sobs racked her and her salty tears flowed as memories of growing up with Marcus flowed through her mind. The elf girl silently moved towards her and gently maneuvered Eyya’s head into her lap. As she bawled her eyes out the silvered haired elf slowly stroked her hair and comforted her.

She gently whispered in a olden elvish

Mae, dess. Pân bêdh mae. Pân i dôl bêdh bado, a pân i bado bêdh dôl.

She gently repeated the phrase while lightly running her fingers over Eyyas hair. Eyya spent a long time in the girls lap sobbing and grieving. She took comfort in the warmth of the nameless elf who took in her grief without any expectation just a stranger giving comfort to another hurting soul.