She really didn't have much choice, did she?

Rayla considered for a moment to ask again Tilor and Fynn to back off. She could also try to just wriggle out of their hold and push them away. She knew they were about to have another orgasm and the fact that this time they were rubbing their manhood right against her, humping her like dogs in heat, made her feel a little like she was letting them cross a line she really shouldn't be.
The alternative didn't look any better though.

She knew they wouldn't be able to hold it for much longer, and so they would either become aggressive again or, in the best-case scenario, they would simply end up wasting time while they finished by themselves.
No, she had to get free first. That was her top priority. After that, she knew she could take anything that was about to come and fight back.

"Fine guys," she sighed, "Just hurry up and finish. And then try to keep still so that Edrig can finally pick the lock, ok? I'm not mad, I understand you can't really help it."
She looked down, it wasn't really much of a surprise that neither Tilor nor Fynn were paying attention to her words. They would have probably kept on going even if she had told them to stop, but this at least made her feel she was in control of the situation.
After all, she could still kick them away if she really wanted, couldn't she? But she had promised to not hit them if it wasn't necessary.
She groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, that's not fair, Rayla! I need release too. I need a clear mind to pick this damn lock."
"Oh come on, it's just a stupid Human lock, how hard can it be?"
Rayla looked up. She had picked many back in the day, it was part of her training to infiltrate Human settlements. She made an attempt to reach the pad of the lock, but she barely managed to touch it with the tip of her fingers.
"Well excuse me, I'm no Elf-thief. And I'm really having a hard time concentrating with you offering your body like that."
"Excuse me? Come again? Offering myself? You're out of your mind! I'm just staying still," she cried. "And with the three of you clinging on to me like that, I can barely move."

Edrig eyes wandered around the cell in search of a winning comeback. He found none. Focusing was growing increasingly difficult every second a little more.
"It's your pussy... that little white bush is driving nuts. It is so damn close... And your hair, they smell so good," he explained, "I'm gonna rub one off too. I need it! Sorry, Rayla, I feel will never be able to focus otherwise... The lockpicking is on hold."
Having declared this, he took his cock in his hand while holding himself to one of her forearms and started to jerk off.
As he did, he began deliberately poking and rubbing his glans into Rayla's lower belly.

"You too? B-But that's not what we agreed on!" she whimpered instinctively trying to wriggle herself from the boys' triple groping clutch.
"Come on, Edrig, focus on the lock!" she cried feeling her crotch eventually slide down on Fynn and Tilor's fingers.
"Guys, let go of me! And stop touching me there, I didn't say you could do that!"
Rayla's demand came just as Fynn busted his nut all over her right thigh. She felt the gush of hot liquid spray on her skin then start to run down her leg.
"Eww, Fynn! That was gross! Why do you guys keep doing that?"
Tilor too came that very moment. His seed glanced on Rayla's left thigh and drizzled a bit everywhere.

The Elf girl sighed, the boys were getting her all dirty again. And it felt like they were letting out even more this time around.
But what she could do about it? At least they were still sane enough to not attempt to **** her, she reasoned ruefully.

The smith's apprentice was the last one to reach his orgasm. He had had a late start in respect to his companions, but he had closed enough of the gap with ease.
Soon after the other two, in fact, he eventually came too.
Rayla had the impression his load was the most abundant. It gushed out in several hot ropey spurts. As he came, Edrig made sure to press the tip of his cock deep into her skin and rub it. He kept doing that until he had smeared his seed all over the Elf girl's lower midriff, got some into her navel, and some even onto her little bush he liked so much.

At that point, there was a standstill of a moment where everyone's breath was a little ragged while they thought about what had just happened.
The boys, just after having had their release, had even a brief spell of clarity where they felt embarrassed about what they had just done to the girl.
Rayla was an Elf, but that didn't justify them. She had been kind to them while their behavior had been outrageous. It was a shame because they really liked her. They didn't even think for a second that the romantic feelings they were experiencing could be not genuine.
Rayla was the one to break the silence.
"Fellas, can you please get me off this chain now?"