Sia had been placed back in the camp, left as the sloppy mess she'd been made by the Stallion and the men...plus the orc who had taken the time to recover by now. The two men had returned to the others for now, taking a breather themselves from the little fun they had had with the Troll-bitch who was now on the ground, still moaning softly in the heat of the afterglow of her orgasm and covered in cum as she was. Sia didn't quite know what to do at this very moment, but then again, she didn't feel much in shape to do anything at all really. The Stallion had worn her out quite a bit to be honest and the bandits were surveying the camp and fixing their greedy eyes on Wyxt as she lay there, still sleeping at least in their eyes. Sia knew she was pretending, but that didn't do her or Wyxt much good right now. She somehow doubted the Bandits were finished with them.
Sure enough the murloc shaman soon pointed to Wyxt and the orc and the humans began to move towards her. Wyxt doesn't quite know what's happened, but from the sounds of people around them, she's willing to wager her beloved was overrun on the third watch. Eyes closed, the smell of cum thick on the air, Wyxt expects to find Sia bound and gagged, but lying on her side as she is, somewhat hugging herself on her bedroll, Wyxt realizes she herself isn't bound. One dark red eye opens, just a bit, to peer across the clearing at her beloved, and Wyxt looks faintly puzzled... of course, she has no idea the shaman used a silencing totem on Sia, and has no idea why Sia never called out for help during her 'ordeal.' The half-troll purses her lips a moment in quiet contemplation, facing away from the approaching bandits and somewhat unaware that she is next on the menu.
The orc, the most rested of the three after all is first to come to Wyxt and he doesn't take chances. Not caring about being gentle or even treating a "Lady" right, he leans down and grabs Wyxt by the arms to attempt to flip her over to her back while the two humans surround her and prepare to get back to the fun. Two great pieces of woman in one night, that was certainly a decent reaping for a night's work. Not quite satisfied yet, or rather, still greedy, they look down at Wyxt with hungry stares, eyes roving over her scantily clad body with a clearly readable intention in their eyes. Of course they weren't here just for the sights. The murloc and his bodyguard move a little closer to the camp, but still well out of reach, observing.
Wyxt gasps as she's rolled over, heavy tits jiggling, barely restrained, within that skimpy red silk vest as she's put on her back. Caught by surprise, just for the moment, her legs are closed, hands moving to attempt to shove the orc flipping her over, not quite realizing she's surrounded just yet as whatever sleepiness remained in her mind vanishes in a flash. Wyxt hadn't bothered to wear the thong since that curious night where she'd woken dripping wet and full of cum, but she still wore the simple vest that showed off most, but not all, of her tattooed breasts.
"Ah ah....she's awake...but ye wouldn't want ter give us trouble, would ye little slut?" the orc said and smirked, looking to the human bandits briefly. One of them smirked and leveled his crossbow slowly...but not at Wyxt, instead, focusing the point on Sia, who was still curled up close by and of course, still unable to move. The threat was clear and the intent in the eyes of the men and the orc could not be misread. The other human came to the side left free by the orc so she was now basically surrounded, though even if she could have done anything about that...there was still that crossbow pointed at Sia and the murloc Shaman and his bodyguard were also still there, something that probably was a smug grin on the murloc's strange features. "Prepare her...I think my guard wants a lil fun as well..." the murloc said at that point and the gnoll licked his chops hungrily.
Wyxt glances to the crossbow, then to Sia. Lying on her back, one breast exposed to the firelight already from her minor struggling, the orc looming over her, Wyxt stares at the sight of the messy Sia, and somewhere in the back of her mind, Wyxt grumbles about Sia having had yet 'another' 'horse.' Still, the sight of sloppy Sia is a hot one, and even though Wyxt doesn't readily part her legs yet, the smell of her mounting arousal creeps into the air as she pouts, only the threat diminishing her lust, then looks to the orc and humans, biting her lower lip. Vaguely, she remembers the quillboar, and nods. "Ya 'ave me then, jus' don't be 'urtin' m' Sia." Her legs spread, at that, for the orc atop her, hips wriggling a bit to give her some room, her slit not too wet just yet, but a little moist from seeing Sia a mess.
The orc nods, satisfied and large, powerful hands begin to grope at that exposed, large breast, kneading it roughly in calloused hand, the palm rubbing over the nipple hard while the human simply kneels down and removes the blouse from the other breast as well, letting both fall free and his hands begin to work on the other breast, kneading, squeezing tightly. The murloc shaman grins faintly and again, begins to prepare a spell. The horse that had had the "pleasure" of taking Sia is off to the side and not quite all right so to speak, so the shaman's concentration is focused on another horse, but he doesn't cast a spell just yet. The gnoll marches up to Wyxt and stares at her exposed slit, licking his chops again and grinning. "Think I wanna piece of 'er ass!" he growls and moves around slowly. The orc and human, knowing perfectly well what to do continue squeezing Wyxt's breasts with one of their hands while they use the other to "pick her up", dragging her slightly to the side and in front of a tree where the gnoll gets behind Wyxt, stroking his already raging hard-on as his two companions move Wyxt in front of him so she is basically pressed back against the gnoll and she can feel his shaft pressing against her ass cheeks, rubbing pre-cum over them.
