You wait and watch

Your patience and tolerance are tested as you watch Tri'lanna getting molested by those beasts, but you decide to keep quiet and watch for an opportunity to show itself. Watching, as it turns out, has become a very uncomfortable thing for you though.

Seeing the orcs manhandle Tri'lanna sends a wave of heat to your manhood. You begin to feel the same level of arousal you felt when you watched the goblin's do nearly the same thing to her, which was probably a week ago but now only felt like yesterday. Oh how you wish you were those two orcs right now! To be able to stroke her soft, silver hair, to kiss her honeydew lips, to cup her tiny breasts in your hands and pinch her nipples between your thumb and forefinger...

Snapping out of your erotic fantasy, you feel guilt wash over you. You quickly remind yourself that Tri'lanna is doing this for your sake. She's diverting their attention, playing the willing sex-****, so that you can grab your weapons safely. You need to be ready when the moment comes.

This moment arrives much sooner than you think, when the orcs decide they've had enough of pleasuring the elf and want to seek their own pleasure now. The one in front of Tri'lanna quickly undoes his trousers, pulling out his meat and thrusting it towards her face. She is a little surprised at first, but then takes hold of him and starts licking the shaft tenatively. The second one, who was standing behind Tri'lanna, quickly moves in front of her for a piece of the action, freeing his penis. She smiles invitingly and wraps a long, silky hand around each orc's cock, stroking them firmly and taking each one into her mouth in turns.

'Now.' You think, seeing both orcs preoccupied with Tri'lanna.

Easing your way out of the crevice, you carefully tiptoe you way towards your weapons. Keeping quiet isn't too much of a problem, you realize. Looking at Tri'lanna and the other two, the three of them are making so much noise that you could probably sing the Dirty Sailor's Song and they wouldn't hear you. And it would also be vaguely appropriate.

Both orcs are grunting in a deep, guttural voice, timing their thrusts into her mouth or hand with each exhale. You hear one of the orcs groan loudly and watch as he buries his dick all the way to the hilt into Tri'lanna's mouth. She let's out a muffled cry as he unloads his vile seed down her throat.

You manage to reach your weapons without incident and, while keeping an eye on each orc, you bend down to pick them up. You quietly slide your sword out of the sheath, muting the sound of the metal rubbing against the leather as best you can. Dual-wielding your axe in one hand and your sword in the other, you soundlessly charge at the orcs, bringing down your weapons to bear.

The entire attack is over in a moment. The one who was cumming his last drops in Tri'lanna's mouth felt your short sword as you buried it in the base of his neck. The orc who was still waiting to shoot his load into Tri'lanna felt the full weight of your axe and went down a head shorter. Both orcs fall to the ground dead, and you are quick to pull Tri'lanna away from them.

When the adrenaline fades and she realizes what transpired, the elfgirl suddenly bends over and retches onto the ground, spewing out the orc's seed. You turn away politely and remember that she is still naked. As Tri'lanna coughs and spits out the remainder of the fluid, you walk around, gathering up her clothes and her bow. While you are picking up her belongings, you listen for sounds of any more approaching orcs but all seems quiet.

Turning back to Tri'lanna, she looks like she has gotten over those events rather quickly, cleaning herself off of all the muck, blood, and semen with a pouch of water that one of the orcs carried. She carries a calm, innocent look on her face and she smiles when you walk towards her. Tri'lanna accepts her things gratefully as you pass them to her, and slips her tunic on without a fuss. After she buckles on her belt and slings the quiver over her shoulder, she pulls out another arrow and nocks it to her bow, ready to continue the attack.