For now...

Hilda writhes in pleasure, blowing like a geyser as she squirts her creamy femcum all over Gorthac's face and clings desperately to the side of the tub.

"HOLD MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" She wails like a weak, needy little girl as her legs buckle.

Gorthac stands up and obliges, wrapping his arm around her soft, untoned tummy possessively as she pants and mewls like a helpless kitten.

A faint *schlicking* sound can still be heard behind the two as Sally makes her way to her own climax, biting down on her robe and using it as a makeshift gag to muffle her own lusty moans, but Hilda and Gorthac don't notice.

The knight's leaky love juices stain the front of Gorthac's robe, but the healer is too turned on to care. "How... how do you feel now, Lady Hilda?" Gorthac asks, mocking her title as he squeezes her soft belly.

"...s'gooodd..." the naked wench mumbles before dozing off.