Comfort her by holding her hand

Maybe I can’t stop it, but Petra needs to know she’s not alone right now.

You nudge closer and reach your hand out to grab Petra’s. Her small hand enters yours as she looks to you teary eyed. You smile at her sadly and gently squeeze her hand. More tears run down her cheek as she squeezes back in response, holding tightly.

“Dwarf eager to breed.” The orc says enthusiastically. You pay his words no mind as you and Petra share a tender moment. He readjusts raising Petra’s legs high putting her into a mating press. The discomfort of the position makes Petra groan out lightly in pain. The orc now on top of her continues his **** plunging his dick deep from this new angle. The sound of his large orcish balls slapping against Petra’s tiny ass is loud, as the sound of raw fucking fills the tent. Petra closes her eyes and places a hand on her stomach, feeling the cock ravage her insides. She lets out a small series of squeak-like moans signalling an unwanted orgasm. You watch the orc thrust unevenly a few times before stopping entirely, groaning aloud as he does so. Virile orcish seed comes spilling out around his cock as he holds himself deep inside her for close to a minute. He lets her body drop to the bed as more cum spills out, Petra’s small womb clearly filled. After a few seconds his cock twitches back to life as he grabs you by the wrist.

“Dwarf turn.” He says in a gravely voice.