...sped. She rose, and they collided again. It took a few thrusts, but they finally established a rhythm. He bared his teeth as he pounded into her, she cupped her breasts and gasped with each stroke. Ilion could not stop herself as her hand crept towards her own dripping pussy. She had not yet experienced this thing called sex yet.
Soon, he arched his back, she threw back her head and keened a high-pitched wail. They came. The two orcs seemed to flex every muscle in their bodies for a long minute before she collapsed upon him.
Ilion's concentration was so intense, she failed to notice the Orc until he tripped over her.
She tried to skitter away, but ran into a pair of tree trunks wearing boots. She looked up as the Orc reached for her and tried to dodge, but her long hair whipped up and he grabbed a handful of it. Ilion shrieked in pain, and was quickly borne up by a thick pair of hands.
"OI! Look what ah found!" the Orc exclaimed, holding her aloft. Suldug and Mairek were still coupled and rather surprised as well. She was held by four sets of hands now, each on one of her thrashing limbs.
"Good job, boys! She's yers!" Suldug called out with Mairek still on top of him. They looked each other in the eyes and rolled over as the four took her away.
They arrived at the mess tent, her hands bound behind her and roped to her waist. The corporal tossed her...