You're exhausted, but yes

After a grueling trip that has you gasping for air - the bellyful of cum doesn't make things any easier - you and the orc reach the road. You're relieved to be back on track, and even more relieved when the orc takes a seat on the grass at the side of the road, apparently not planning on going anywhere soon. You lie down nearby, too exhausted to move.

You're forcibly awakened some time later... It seems to be night, but the moon and stars are bright enough that you have a reasonably clear view. The time of day is less of a concern than the fact you've abruptly been picked up by a pair of strong hands, one on your neck, and the other grabbing your waist.

You only have a moment to recognize what's happening before your slammed back into the ground none-too-gently. You face is pressed into the dirt, your arms helplessly splayed to the side, and your legs propping your ass up in the air.

Still waking up, you try to turn around to see what's going on, but a body mounts you from behind, a hand squeezing down on your neck to hold you in place. Predictably enough, you feel something press up against your defenseless backdoor a moment later...

You assume it's the orc taking what's hers, but you make the effort to turn your head just a fraction, getting a glimpse at if you're correct.