They've still got a long ways to walk

The two naked women dash into the tree line, huffing, puffing, and jiggling all the way (although it's mostly Morgala doing the latter).

They keep going like that, dodging tree limbs and underbrush as best as they can until Morgala runs out of breath and Thurkla trips and falls into a mud puddle.

"Thurkla!" Morgala squeals in fright as she sees her green-skinned friend fall face first into it. "Are you alright?!"

The worried elf grips her wooden dildo tightly to her chest, unintentionally smooshing it between her ample bosoms.

The orc woman spits and sputters as she slowly stands up.

"Y-yeah..." she stammers as her efforts to brush the mud off her body only serve to sensually smear it around.

Morgala can't help but bite her lip as she leers at her comrade.

Thurkla's mud-splattered face is turning violet as she runs her hands through her hair, and then over her breasts, tummy, and down between her legs.

Morgala looks at her in utter awe and envy. In the elf's mind, the big, strong, mud-covered, and muscular (but still highly feminine) Thurkla looks like the epitome of orcdom right now. A naked, powerful, terrifying savage ready to plunder and pillage to her hearts content, taking what she wants, when she wants.

"She's so... perfect..." The soft, flabby, weak little (by comparison) elf just mumbles. She gulps nervously as fire builds in her belly and she squeezes her thick thighs together.

"D-do I look ok?" The surprisingly timid Thurkla asks, her face turning visibly violet in the spots that aren't covered in mud.

"...divine..." Morgala murmurs as she feels her love juices trickle down her leg.

"What was that?" Thurkla asks.

"I-I said you look f-fine." Morgala blushes red as a beet as she quickly averts her gaze. "Um... w-what should we do now?"

Thurkla blinks. She hasn't got a clue.