Myria helps Grull prepare Dew

Dew spun around to see a tall, muscular orc standing behind her. He wore baggy trousers and nothing else. His skin was green-tinted and his chest was rippling with muscles.

Dew tried to cast a spell but Myria grabbed her slender wrists and pulled them behind her back. Dew gasped and struggled in vain against the duelist's skilled grapple.

"Do you remember the Black Skull Orcs, elf?" the orc growled.

Dew gulped and nodded, panic and arousal rising in equal measure. She'd made it so far through the caves without succumbing to one of the toads... But this orc... She glanced down to observe the bulge in the front of his trousers, and her legs quivered.

"Your **** on my clan took my sons from me." Myria was pulling Dew's robes down, baring the elf's shoulders. Her touch left her skin burning with desire. The orc pulled open the front of her robes, revealing her well-shaped breasts. When Myria grabbed both of her tits from behind, she realized the duelist's grip on her wrists was long gone. She had been standing there willingly for several seconds.

The feeling of Myria's fingers digging into her fleshy orbs made Dew's cunt spasm with anticipation of... of whatever was about to happen. Dew was not a virgin like Cecilia, but she had never been in a situation so dangerously erotic before. Dew let out a soft moan before she could stop herself. The orc, Grull, smiled as he undid his trousers, letting his cock spring free. Myria's right hand released Dew's tit and slipped lower...