Call the queen

Location: Gobel-en-Methel, Palace, Throne Room
HP: 100/100
Lust: 76/100
Corruption: 4/100
State: Randy
Equipment:
Level: 1
Experience: 64/1000

The queen must be in the throne room. She knows some magic, from what you heard. She is your only hope of salvation. Gathering your will, you scream as loudly as you can:

"Lady Delorfidïen! Your Highness! Save me!"

Understanding your intentions, the orc covers your mouth with his hand. No one seems to come to rescue you but at least it bought you some rest time before the beginning of your depravity and it assures you that no one is going to see you shamelessly having a good time with an enemy. Or so you think.

The pulsating cock which was inside your fanny is brutally taken out of it, and the weight which was pinning you to the ground suddenly vanishes as the orc is flung in the air by some unknown ****. As you clumsily get up, you realize that giant vines have taken hold of your **** and they are keeping him suspended over the ground. He, who used to be so powerful, is completely paralysed and ****. A part of you would like to bring him back to finish what he started, but you know it could have had terrible consequences. Plus it is entertaining to see that invincible creature ridiculously swinging in the air.
You hear the proud voice of your queen behind you:

"Tynirith! Are you unharmed?"
"I... I'm alright, I think."
"Orcs are inside the palace. Which means the city is already lost. Trying to escape by reaching the stables would be suicidal. You must come with me. I know a hidden passageway that will lead you outside our walls", she explains before casting a spell on a wall behind the throne. A door opens itself where there used to be nothing but interlaced roots. "Are you sure you are fine? You look flushed..."