"Yes...yes!" Allara cries out as her orgasm crashes over her, shuddering through every inch of her body. She tightens around you, her inner muscles rippling with each spasm, and a loud moan escapes from deep within her throat. Her eyes squeeze shut and she clings to you desperately as the sensation washes over her in waves.

When it finally subsides, she falls limp against your chest, panting heavily for air. "Wow,"

"More..." Allara gasps out, her voice barely above a whisper. She locks her ankles behind your back, pulling you even closer as she meets each of your thrusts with equal passion. Her face twists in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut as she chases another climax.

"Mmmm...ohhh..."

As they continue their trek through the forest, Allara's thoughts are consumed by the possibility of returning to Esfirtl and finding a new place for herself with Sotos. Despite the danger posed by the Orcs, she feels an unshakeable sense of hope and anticipation building within her. She follows closely behind him, ready to heal any wounds that may be inflicted upon them during their battle against the foul creatures.

Without warning, a group of Orcs rushes out of the bushes directly in front of you and Sotos. "Filthy centaurs!" one of them yells, baring its fangs. "We've been waiting for you." The largest of the Orcs steps forward, brandishing a crude weapon. "Now die," he growls.

Allara wastes no time.