Cecilia gulped as the venom did its work. Suddenly, the orc's cock seemed so enticing. She wanted so badly to reach out for it, to rub it against her skin. But... no. No, Myria and Dew were lost. She had to get away. She had to run.
If she had to run, why was she lying back? Why was she spreading her legs?
The orc--Grull, Dew had called him--kneeled beside her. His cock was growing stiff as he reached out and unclasped her greaves, then her arm braces. He tossed the armor aside. He leaned forward and kissed her, a surprisingly gentle gesture. Cecilia melted into the kiss, more intimate than anything she'd experience before.
As he withdrew, he deftly loosened her breastplate and pulled it off. Then, none too gently, he ripped her underarmor padding away, and her large breasts were exposed. Her nipples stiffened due to the cold... and her arousal.
"Dew, this is so hot," Myria said. Cecilia had forgotten they were there.
Grull pulled Cecilia's skirt up. Her panties, which she became aware were quite damp, were the only thing between this orc and her maidenhood... And Grull pulled them aside.
As the orc lined his cock up to her vagina, she realized what was about to happen. She tried to back up, to scramble away. Grull followed her across the mossy floor, keeping pace, keeping his cock mere inches from her womanhood.
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