Thurkla wakes to the aftermath

Thurkla was the first to wake up the next morning since she was the only one not exhausted by sexy antics. She yawned and stretched, remembering just in time that she was resting on a sliver of their shared bed and hopping to her feet. She had no idea what time it was, but no alarm had gone off, so she assumed it wasn't time for their shift, yet. Her sense of time was well-honed from years as a coach driver on a tight schedule, so she knew what she was doing.

Her companions, however, were not so well-trained. Thurkla smiled lovingly at Morgala and Taykov, arms wrapped around each other and lips brushing together in the last ghost of their night of passionate kissing. Morgala's dildo was still inside her but had mercifully released its hold on Taykov, though the handle was still dripping with her cum. They both made sweet murmers and coos while they slept, as if still pining for each others lips again.

Thurkla almost cooed herself at how cute her girlfriend and FOB were. She leaned down and pecked Taykov on her forehead and then did the same to Morgala. They still had time to get some sleep in, and they'd clearly had an eventful night, so they needed all the rest they could get.

Unfortunately, they seemed to disagree. Without opening their eyes, both sleeping women grabbed a hold of Thurkla's strapping biceps and pulled her down into the bed. Thurkla probably could have resisted, but a part of her brain in the very back told her that it would be better to let them have their way, which in this circumstance served as a subconscious double entendre.

Thurkla fell into the tender squeeze of her lovers, as they both started to pepper her head with smooches. Her face was pressed just so that one of each of her sandwichers' tits were dangerously closer to her open mouth. They wrapped their bare legs around the orc's, trying unsuccessfully to match her raw strength from the previous night and ending up simulating a couple of foam pillows more than the sturdy trunks of their green companion (which said companion much preferred in any case).

Still, as far as Thurkla could tell, they were still mostly asleep. This cuddle session was all happening with the help of their dream-addled brains still in their wonderful, horny trance. The much more cogent orc had a potential conundrum on her hands, now.