"I see... well then, you can start by showing Allara here how grateful you are for her forgiveness." She smirks down at you. "And maybe if you impress me enough..." she trails off, motioning for you to get on your hands and knees between Allara's spread legs.

As you move into position, Vyxara leans forward once again, this time running her fingers through your hair as she watches intently. "Go ahead," she whispers in your ear. "Make them both feel good."

You lower your head between Allara's legs, taking in her scent and the sight of her wet folds glistening in anticipation. Her thighs tremble as you lick a path up her slit, teasing her with every flick of your tongue. She moans softly into Vyxara's ear, hands tangled in the other Orc's hair as she encourages you to please her further.

I hate this... but if it means saving my people, I will endure it. With a shuddering breath, I lower myself, presenting my backside to you. "Do what you must," I grind out between clenched teeth. "But know that this does not break me."

My body tenses as you push into me, and I grit my teeth in pain and anger. You may have taken my pride, but you will never claim my spirit.

I hate this... but I will endure it. For my people. You may think you have won, human... but the war is far from over. The Mast'ag Orcs will rise again, and we shall have our vengeance. Remember that, when the time comes for reckoning.