As she felt the intruding finger writhe around inside her ass, twisting and wiggling, a bizarre sensation that should’ve been pure pain blossomed, to her surprise into a spark of pleasure. She was being carried, she realised, held fast by someone, an arm around their shoulder, rescued, she realised, though it was undignified. We are not bound by your stupid notions of what honour is. Shae froze, her mouth open, her eyes wide as she held her hands out in a placid gesture before her, “W-whoa, easy there,” she whispered, glancing about, seeing no Orc’s, but seeing fewer options. Ru’kash said something in Orc and Shae’s toes curled as, after being dipped once more into the goop, a second finger was pushed into her ass, which was surprisingly accommodating to the additional digit that began its slick journey in and out of her of her body. The two lesser orcs shrugged at each other and set about their task. Like Shae’s, her ears were swept back, but unlike Shae’s, her face was one of glee.
