A concerned group of adventurers

As you kneel on the dirty ground, you slowly come back to your senses. Absent of the never-ending, tortuous pleasure, reason creeps back into your mind. Full sensation returns to your limbs, slowly creeping all the way out to your fingers and toes. Your gaped pussy and ass drip globs of excess monster cum onto the ground, and your breasts, bloated to an even larger size than you're used to, are incredibly sore.

You begin to get up on your weary legs. When you finally stand up on your bare feet, leaning on a nearby tree trunk, you look up at your rescuers with a weak smile. As you do so, to your horror, a large glob of cum drops out of your pussy and sticks to your thigh. Of the two women and two men standing before you, a woman in a long, flowing robe holding a long, engraved wooden staff steps up to you. She reaches her free hand out to you with a pained smile on her face. You accept it, glad to have someone to support your steps and possibly get yourself out of here.

You look over her shoulder to the rest of this party, spying an elven woman in padded armor with a rapier at her side and a buckler on her arm, a dwarven man adjusting a bow and quiver on his back, and another man in an overcoat with several daggers at his waist.

"Let's get you out of here," the mage says to you in a soft-spoken voice. You nod back at her. Anything would be better than staying alone here.