Yes.

The first thing that greeted Shairi as she stepped into the Shaman’s tent was the familiar smell of magical herbs and reagents. The second thing that greeted her was the equally familiar sound of fucking, the slap of flesh on flesh and the moans of feminine pleasure.

The orc Shaman was naked, his skin green skin painted with mystic designs and his long, thick black hair strung with bones. Despite his role as the camp’s scholar, doctor and magician, he was as well-muscled as any of the warriors. A ****-girl was on all fours in front of him, her breasts swaying as he ploughed into her.

“Ah,” he said, leering as he looked her up and down. “I can see why Iragar was so keen on you.” He slapped the girl’s arse, making her moan louder, and pulled out of her. She obediently knelt and opened her mouth for him to shoot his cum into. When he was done, she spat the sticky fluid into a clay bowl.

“Let’s get a look at this, then,” the shaman growled. “Lie down and spread your legs.”

Shairi obeyed, sprawling on a patterned rug. “Wider,” the Shaman snapped, kneeling in front of her, and she stretched as wide as he could. With surprising delicacy, the Shaman parted her pussy lips, and gazed inside. But his interest was not purely practical, as shown by his grin when he leaned down gave her a lick.

“You’re a fine slut, aren’t you?” he said. “Dripping wet from showing yourself off like this.”

Ordering Shairi to her feet, he begin to mix a concoction, using various herbs and pigments and the cum his **** had just harvested. Mixing them thoroughly, he proceeded to dip his fingers in the bowl and trace intricate designs over her flesh, making her shiver. The markings tingled on her skin.

When he was done, he turned to the ****-girl. “You,” he said. “Lick her.” The girl immediately kneeled in front of Shairi and began to lick her cunt, forcing the half-elf to lean on a table to support herself. The girl’s attack was unskilled, but Shairi had become so horny over the course of the day that it was a welcome relief.

The Shaman began to chant. With one hand, he kept time on a small drum. With the other, he jerked his cock in time with the rhythm. Shairi felt magic in the air as her orgasm began to build.

She climaxed with a sharp cry. The orc came in the same instant, his howl drowning out her moan. He shot a massive spurt of cum over Shairi and the ****-girl, which seemed to burn where it struck. Shairi felt a strange sensation in her pussy and anus, a hum of dissolving magic which added an extra frisson to her orgasm.

The Shaman gave a triumphant laugh. “Stick your arse in the air, whore.” Shairi did so, and felt his thick fingers probing into her lower holes. They encountered no resistance.

“You’re a fine bitch,” the Shaman said, “and I’d gladly break you in, but the chief’s taken a shine to you. He’s going to fuck you at the evening feast tonight. Of course, afterwards we’ll all get a go at you, so I’ll have my chance then.” He patted Shairi affectionately on the butt. “In the meantime find somewhere to rest.”