A bath.

After a moment, Miriam gets to her feet. “How about a bath, Melena?” she says, as bright and cheerful as if nothing had happened. From her voice, you’d never guess she’d just been one of the stars of an orc gangbang. “I love orc cum, but it gets a bit gross and crusty when it dries.”

She helps you to her feet – at the moment, you don’t have the will or inclination to argue with anything she suggests. “Come on,” she says, “let’s bring the elf.”

The first time you were in the harem tent, you hadn’t noticed the baths. But Miriam takes you to where the cushions give way to a series of tiled pools. The three of you collapse into the water.

“The tent was put here because it was on the ruins of an old elven bathhouse,” Miriam explains. “There are spells that keep the water clean and sweet. This use to be the hot pool. It was heated by magic, but now those spells are decayed, so there’s only one way to charge them.”

“How?” you ask.

To your surprise, Miriam answers the question by thrusting her head underwater and attacking your pussy with her tongue. She stays under there for longer than you’d have thought possible, her breath control honed by her experience at giving blowjobs to orcs. Finally she surfaces with a great splash, takes a mouthful of air, sucks on your tits a moment and dives again.

The unexpected fury of her erotic **** quickly arouses you again. Your abused cunny is still sore from the orcs, but that just adds a frisson to the experience. It isn’t long before Miriam’s expert attentions make you cum again.

You feel your body flushed from the orgasm, and sweat plastering the hair to your head. Then, you open your eyes, and realise that it isn’t just your arousal – you’re wreathed in steam, and the water in the pool is now hot.

“The spell feeds of arousal,” Miriam says with a grin. “Of course, it cools quickly, so if you want a long hot bath you have to keep doing fun stuff. And it can only be heated so much.”

“Which is a good thing,” a voice behind you says, “because otherwise, with some of the stuff we get up to in there, we’d end up boiling ourselves.”

You look up and see a wood elf standing over you. She’s lean and lithe. She’s also completely nude, without even the jewellery the others wear. But her skin is painted with blue woad tattoos, which swirl around her breasts, hips and buttocks like a lover’s caress.

“The pool doesn’t usually heat this much with one climax,” she adds. “You must be a real slut.”

“This is Lael,” Miriam says. “She’s a friend of mine, ‘cause we’re both total, shameless, dirty whores. She used to be a huntress, so she’s really athletic. But from what she says, she even before the orcs caught her what she mostly preferred to hunt was cocks and cunts.”

You greet Lael, and lie back in the pool. The warmth is lovely, soothing away the aches from your hard fucking. You feel the orc cum seeping into the water from your well-fucked holes – a strange, pleasant sensation. Lael lies on the edge of the bath, one arm draped over your shoulder. Her fingertips gently brush your clit, which you find relaxing after all the frantic pleasure you’ve received today.