They aren't as alone as they think...

Morgala and Thurkla shamelessly indulge their every naughty, slutty impulse as they lie on top of each other.

They're in the middle of the wilderness, lost, bound, and covered in magical fairy honey that they're using as an excuse to shed all of their inhibitions.

No one is out here to see them, or hear them, or judge them, so why not live life to its fullest and just do everything they've ever wanted to but were too self-conscious to consider?

Thurkla takes the opportunity to eat out Morgala like it's the last meal she'll ever have. She sucks on the elf's clit, laps away at the middle-aged woman's cunny cream and in a show of complete and utter submission (at least by orc standards), nuzzles her face in the elf's pussy, letting the plump woman's scent to seep into her hair and skin and 'mark' her as Morgala's private cuntlicker.

Morgala meanwhile is focused solely on extracting as much orcish honey as she can from Thurkla's sopping, sloppy snatch. Occasionally she'll stop to beg the green-skinned girl to talk dirty to her and call her all sorts of inappropriate names, at least when she isn't babbling in Elvish.

Unfortunately, neither one of them realizes they are not as alone as they think. As the two women engage in their loud, lusty, lewd behavior, another figure watches them from a distance...