You both continue on your way.

The journey through dirty underground sewer corridors continues for about an hour. You follow the half-orc like a submissive bitch. The taste of cum in your mouth is stronger than ever. You are covered in dirt, piss and cum. Sperm is also slowly oozing from your stretched gaping anus. And one more thing: in the groin area, your pants are wet due to the fact that your tiny cocklet was leaking liquid while Oolok fucked both of your holes.

“Damn I love having you around...” – these words of the half-orc continue to echo in your head.

It seems that it was only Oolok's sexual attachment to furiously fucking your weak, effeminate body that motivated this suspicious half-orc criminal to help you save your life.

After all, he could simply leave the castle with the money and not tell you anything. You would not have been warned of the danger.

And, most likely, you would soon be dead...

However, the half-orc’s tendency to enjoy fucking your bitchy holes does not in any way affect the peculiarities of his communication with you. His words, actions and mannerisms are still rude and humiliating to you.

Trying to keep up with the half-orc along the dark and dirty underground corridors, you say: “After all, you could just leave the castle and go somewhere away from this island. Is not it?"

Oolok doesn't even turn around.

He keeps walking.

You hear him grumble: “Stop with all the stupid bullshit... The only thing you're good at is being a bitch whose holes are meant to be fucked! I'm sure I simply wouldn't be allowed to leave this stinking elven island! If I, as you suggest, had simply gone to the port openly for all observers, then I would probably have been killed... I have been with you for too long. I've seen and heard too much. Nobody likes uncomfortable witnesses. However, these arrogant elven aristocrats miscalculated. They would like to arrange the **** far from their castle in order to eliminate suspicion against them. And, perhaps, to compromise one of his competitors with this ****. They are caught up in their own intrigues. They were let down by excessive self-confidence..."

As you both continue walking, the stench gradually weakens.

Perhaps you are just used to this stench...

However, after a minute you can clearly feel the breath of clean air!

The exit is getting closer!

You ask the half-orc: “Why didn’t you warn Franz about our escape? It would be easier for the three of us..."

Suddenly Oolok stops and turns to you.

The look in his eyes exudes irritation.

He says: “I already told you. I'm not inclined to trust anyone. I'm used to seeing all sorts of crap in life... And not only to the crap that flows through the waters of sewers like this... And I can tell you - talk less! Your mouth is good at sucking dick, but when you speak it usually comes out kind of stupid! So - be an obedient bitch and just follow me!”

You are **** to endure another insult.

Oolok quickly walks towards the sewer exit.

You obediently follow after him.

After a couple of minutes, the half-orc finds a way out. Another rusty grate, less securely attached than the previous one. Oolok breaks the grate and throws it away.

You both make your way out of the sewer.

Fresh air is pleasant.

However, now you feel more strongly the stench that comes from your own dirty body.

Your clothes, which were once luxurious and comfortable, now look like dirty and smelly wet rags. Rags soaked in sperm and urine.

The area around is covered with bushes and grass. There are a number of branchy trees with an extensive crown of leaves that rustle when a gentle breeze blows.

Oolok shakes off the dirt from his clothes, grabs his big bag, throwing it over his shoulder, and purposefully directs his steps towards where there are more trees.

There is probably a small forest in this direction.

You are following a half-orc.

After half an hour of walking, you both enter a more wooded area.

There aren't even any paths here. Only bushes, trees and thickets of grass.

It appears that your companion is deliberately plotting a route through an uninhabited area. Obviously, the reason for this is that it is critical for the safety of both of you not to draw attention to your persons.

Without stopping walking, you try to ask questions to the half-orc: "What should we do now? Where should we go now?"

Oolok says irritably: “It’s obvious that they will be looking for you... To avoid being chased, we need to be as secretive as possible. Walking on roads where anyone can see us would be simply stupid... The same problem with finding the ship... We will have to act illegally and secretly. I'll tell you the details later. Now just shut up and follow me!”

After ten minutes of walking, the half-orc stops near a large oak tree to rest a little. He wipes it from his forehead. You are also tired. The reason is not only physical fatigue. Nervous strain also affects your well-being. You are breathing heavily.