Lael and Miriam see you gently to bed

Lael traces around and over your tender clit. Your breathing slows as you relax in the water, which holds its temperature- hot, but not scalding. You understand Lael's pleasant balancing act, as you are kept aroused but not over excited. You feel perhaps you should return the favour, but Lael declines, brushing your hand away, so you have only two points of contact; her fingers on your clit, and her breast against yours. It has been a long day, but the long count of cocks you have endured today slips from your body and your mind. Miriam tends to your skin with a soft cloth and sweet smelling soap, and even her cheery nature is subdued by the late hour. Rising from the bath, you dry yourselves in warm towels of Elohin weave, and nest in silken pillows for the night.

Morning comes, and the soft comfort your bed provides slips away fast with the heavy tread of orcish boots and orcish voices intruding into the tent. It seems the first warriors have come to start relieving their morning lusts, but they have bypassed the corner you share with Miriam. Across from you, the pale green buttocks of Uzmesh pump his thick rod into Mazell, using the body of her bedmate Atta as a bench to bend her over. A younger orc who you don't recognise from yesterday drop to his knees in front of Atta, who reaches into his britches and snakes out a cock of surprising length for her lips to close around. You have, thus far, escaped attention, and Miriam has yet to wake.

There are garments for you to wear, selected by Miriam and yourself in the late of the evening. Wisps of red silk for across your breasts and your pussy, held in place by fine gold chains studded with pearls. The tiny items you quickly don are surely worth a fortune; valuable currency if you ever leave this camp.