They're finally slowing down

"Should we go now?" Imp asked nervously, occasionally glancing around the corner at his Mistress in the center of the ****.

"Almost. She said wait until the end, right?" Huny replied, trying not to let Imp see the malicious glint in her eye.

"I think... I think she's ready. She isn't moving. She hasn't even moaned in the last fifteen minutes."

"What about the orcs? Are they all done?"

"Well, I think? Just when I think she's almost done, another two or three of them decide they want to go again. I really can't tell how much longer they're planning on going."

Huny smiled to herself. This was the fate that succubus bitch had been considering throwing her into. Hell, if that was going to happen, she'd just head back and let Dick and his crew do it. At least they looked good. Seeing the demon at the center of it now was more than a little satisfying.

"I really think we should go," Imp said again, still fretting. Huny sighed; they were here to kill the orcs, and so far the slut _had _lived up to her promises.

"Okay. Next time you see the orcs cum inside her, we'll go."

Time had no meaning. There were only the dicks. Hard, long, thick, pulsing, dicks continuously pleasuring your every hole and filling them with wave after wave of hot cum. Nine orcs had seemingly become an entire horde, as every time one finished he would rest while watching the others, then join in again. Thickest (you gave him that name because you could always tell which dick was his, whichever hole he was abusing) must have filled your pussy five times, plus the three in your ass. Not all of them kept up with that stamina, but not even Longlong had given you less than four fillings. Your bowels and womb both had begun stretching to try to hold as much as they could, leaving a small bulge visible on your stomach.

With another cry, two more loads of orc cum shot into you. They had your upper back on the ground and your legs lifted in the air, driving down and letting gravity hold all that cum in you. It wasn't the massive loads they had begun with, but the burning heat still elicited a whimper as it splashed over your tender insides. Finally they released your legs and slumped back. You dropped to the ground and cum gushed out both your holes, joining the puddle covering your thighs and the ground beneath you. If there was a square inch on your torso not covered in yellowish orc cum, it was only because it had enough weight to slide off.

This time no more dicks replaced the two that had come out. You lay there, listening, wondering if that was really the end. The faint sound of light feet on the dirt, then the slightly louder sound of a blade tearing flesh, was all you heard. Satisfied it was really the end, you pass out.