<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/yOnYp06.png)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Bastion Jewels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=325526.msg15613589#msg15613589)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Forest<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Orcs, Myrina, Kalin, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bastion felt the javelin as it speared the orc. Well, he didn't feel it directly, but he felt the heavy *thump* transfer through the orc's body, the impact causing the orc to lurch forward and drive his cock up into him one last time. What happened next was a bit of a blur to the boy. He saw Kalin rush in out of nowhere, and Myrina unleash a roar of battle as she barreled right towards them. The witch flinched sharply as she cleaved through the orc's skull, the blow coming dangerously close to chopping his own head as well, the axe head cutting a few strands of his hair as it swung past, "eep!"<br/><br/>When Bastion opened his eyes again he found himself face to face with the barbarian's beautiful yet fearsome visage, prompting a deep sigh of relief, "In my defense, the actual rescue part totally worked" he retorted to the unspoken comment her smug expression gave, "wow, what a strangely specific tradition your people have...though I'll have to take a rain check on the riding part. I don't think I'll be able to have sex again for a week" he murmured tiredly, though knowing the horny little rabbit he was, Myrina knew it likely wouldn't be that long before he was back on the proverbial trail. The boy was quite diligent when it came to returning favors and repaying debts, especially when his favorite warrior woman's cock was involved.<br/><br/>"Ooff, nmnnagh" Bastion grunted as he was cut loose. Myrina was able to cut the straps of the orc's harness, and Bastion could unloop his wrist chains from the orc's split head, allowing him to slide off the green skin's cock and plop onto the ground with an exhausted groan. He was happy to be off the orc's (somehow still erect) member, especially since he had been technically engaged in necrophilia at that point, "bath please thanks..." he echoed the sentiment, slowly crawling onto his hands and knees, not really strong enough to stand. His wrists and ankles were still cuffed with the thick metal chains and shackles, which would require a proper smith to deal with, but for now that was a minor worry. Instead he would start crawling back to where he had hid his wand, rummaging through the leaves to find it, even as the battle was still happening.