Saeris's body went limp as the final aftershocks of her orgasm faded away, taking her strength with them, and she slowly slid down the two futas' bodies as her grip loosened, any lingering globs of cum in their shafts being pulled along as her throat and cunt slowly slid off their massive twin cocks oh her way to the floor. The goblin bruiser beneath her gave her tit one last slap, sending an audible<i>smack!</i>through the tavern, and ducked out from under her just in time as the human woman collapsed in a used-up heap and lost consciousness. The bruiser plopped herself down on Saeris's ample backside, her own tight little tush sinking ever so slightly into the firm gluteal meat, and helped herself to a taste of the thick, gooey cum seeping out of the hired fucksleeve. She dug two fingers into the unconscious woman's pussy, swishing them around the gaping hole and pulling them out covered in mixed fucksauce, and, licking her lips, slipped them into her own mouth. She shut her eyes and hummed like a baby tasting honey for the first time as she slowly dragged her fingers free, her vice-like lips trapping ever drop of cum and feminine nectar inside. When her fingertips came free at last, she swallowed.<br/><br/>"Thanks for dessert," she said in a bubbly voice, looking from Aine to Saeris, giving the former a wink and the latter a slap on the rump before she hopped off and returned to her post.<br/><br/>Saeris, meanwhile, was completely insensate to the world, lost in a dream of endless orgasms, flowing cumbaths, and all the cock she could be stuffed with.<br/><br/>At that moment, a new patron arrived. Chainmail jingled and clinked as a female orc entered the tavern, but not very loudly, as there was not much of it. The orc was already half naked, but in the sense that her attire was incredibly revealing rather than that she was undressed. A steel bra in the shape of two wolf heads pointed toward each other was all that covered her chest, while two chainmail skirts covered her outer thighs,  leaving her inner thighs hidden only by a loincloth. Her minimal cover revealed well-muscled limbs and core, but her armored boots, gauntlets, and shoulderguards suggested that the practical nudity of the rest of her outfit was less an invitation to fuck, and more a challenge to try and land a hit.<br/><br/>Her green skin was smooth, unblemished but by the streaks of black war paint under her electric-blue eyes, and her black hair was swept up in a mohawk. Rings of pale blue stone adorned her ears and nose, and necklaces of claws and teeth hung around her neck and down into her cleavage. She surveyed the tavern interior quickly and, seeing the two futas standing over the spent human, made a beeline for the group.<br/><br/>Coming up behind Eve, she tapped the taller woman on the shoulder to make her presence known, then looked past her to the crumpled form on the floor, soaking in a growing puddle of her own satisfaction.<br/><br/>"So I finally track you down, and look at what you've gotten yourself into," the orc said bemusedly, giving her head a shake and tutting like a disappointed mother. "Couldn't even keep up with it, could you?"<br/><br/>She turned to the bar and tossed a small pouch to Fergus, which landed on the bartop with the jingle of coins. "I want a room upstairs, and her in it," she said.<br/><br/>"Yon blueberry there still has two coin to collect on," the bartender said, and the orc turned her attention to Eve.<br/><br/>"I don't think you're gonna get the proper bang for your buck here, pun only slightly intended," the orc said, flashing Eve an alluring, toothy smile. "I'll refund your gold, or..." she said, stealing a look at the semi-erect shaft hanging between the draenei's legs, just as a lingering drop of cum fell onto Saeris's face. "...I'd be willing to take her place, if you'd prefer."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>