The echoes of the recent battle were still fresh, a cacophony of explosions, gunshots, and the roaring of fire. The dusk was setting in, but the embers of the fierce inferno Leandra had unleashed still glowed bright. Her form, usually pristine, was now covered in ash and soot, making her look wilder and even more untamed than usual.

As she made her way through the fort, her intent was clear. The rings Garrok had crafted for her weren't just pieces of metal; they strengthened fire spells and allowed her to cast them without components. And now, she was ready to give her answer.

Without hesitation, she entered Garrok and Tink’s wagon, not pausing to knock or announce herself. The sight that met her was unexpected. Garrok and Tink, stripped down to their small clothes, were smeared in soot from their time manning the siege guns. Black powder had left its mark on their skin, giving them both a rugged, battle-hardened look.

Tink, her back to the door, was in the middle of using a wet rag to wipe away the grime, revealing her pale skin beneath. She jumped, spinning around, her eyes widening in shock at Leandra's sudden intrusion. Garrok, for his part, froze for a moment, the cloth in his hand paused mid-air, his expression one of genuine surprise.

Leandra wasted no time. With a few quick steps, she closed the distance between the entrance and the middle of the wagon, pulling the door shut behind her. The tight space of the wagon was now further constricted by the tension in the air.

She locked eyes with Garrok, her gaze smoldering and feral, a stark contrast to her ash-covered face. The intensity of her gaze was such that for a moment, everything else faded into insignificance. Holding up her hand, she displayed the two rings – one on her thumb, the other on her forefinger, glinting dimly in the dim light of the wagon.

"I've come," she said, her voice husky and filled with intent, "to reward you for these," she gestured to the rings, "and to give you, my answer."

The atmosphere in the wagon was thick with anticipation. Tink, still clutching her wet rag, looked between Leandra and Garrok, sensing the depth of the moment. Garrok swallowed hard, preparing himself for whatever Leandra had in store.

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The wood elf was a sight to be seen. Towering even above the monstrous physique of her husband, she had dangerous sparkles in her eyes.

The wagon was cramped as it was, let alone when two imposing figures were staring at each other. Then Tink chased all those thoughts away.

The tall blonde female grabbed Garrok’s head and glued her lips to his. The tusks of the half-orc scraped against her high cheekbones and saliva streamed down from the sloppy kiss.

The gnome was next to them. In her small clothes and with a dirty rag in hand, she had no idea how to react. She was still cleaning the soot from her pale skin when the wood elf came. Nothing during the day or the last five minutes could have prepared the crimson-haired tiny woman for this situation. She didn’t have in her plans to watch how her husband would melt in elven hands.

Yes, the idiot managed to somehow propose to Leandra but the gnome brushed this aside. You couldn’t be forced to follow someone else’s stupid customs just because they existed. This was preposterous.

Yet, the kiss was ongoing and Garrok filled his hands with the wood elf’s ass. Her buttocks were large and with substantial heft. The extra flesh, escaping his grasp, poked through the gaps in his meaty fingers.

“Uhm…” Tink wanted to be involved.

“Oh, of course, where are my manners,” Leandra smiled and as she was, she dropped her breeches.

It was not like her clothing was providing much cover, to begin with. But now, she was bottomless. From the base of her stomach down to her dirty bare feet, she had nothing on. Her skin was covered in sweat and patches of dirt. Her dark mound led to full labia lips that glimmered between her muscular thighs.

The short-haired elf didn’t stop there. She snapped several hooks and the rest of her drenched attire crumbled on the floor. Her heavy breasts swayed and slapped against her firm stomach with a spectacular slap. Sweaty, dirty, and apparently very aroused, the gigantic woman pounced on the half-orc.

“Garrok!” Tink demanded some form of decency from the big lug. “You thick-skulled animal, say something!”

Unable to move his mouth, since it was violated by the domineering woman, he just shrugged, looking at his woman, while a completely naked amazon was rubbing her body against his grimy muscles.

Soot smeared her dark nipples and her sweat carved pathways through the gunk. Even through the filth, the gnome could tell the wood elf had the same pigmentation on her buds as her intimate region. Her dusky skin suggested a darker hue when it came to her private zones.

Leandra was toned and strong. Her muscles were developed and her arms had nice definition. Nothing like the half-orc but Tink couldn’t think of a woman demonstrating such developed shapes.

On top of that, she was blessed with nice curvaceous forms plopped in the right places. Her massive bust and round ass were appealing even to the redhead.

The gnome caught herself circling her rag around her stomach. This was among the cleanest area on her skin, yet her fingers were idling there. Inches away from her own intimate cave that felt surprisingly moist.

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Tink curled her toes and her nails scratched the wooden floor. She took a deep breath and without giving it much thought, she escape the clutches of her bottom small clothes. She remained with her top still wrapped around her chest, but the rest of her was naked.

Without coordinating it, it happened at the exact same time as her husband’s undressing. Leandra dropped to her knees and pulled down his loincloth. His ass glistened with sweat and his cock sprang hard and ready. It slapped the elf across the face and a glimmering line cut across her mouth.

The elf licked her lips and swallowed hard. She must have heard about his kind. She most likely underestimated him, because he was several inches shorter. Her eyes betrayed the realization she had. The wood elf understood where those inches went. The enchantress was met with a tool not even she had the proper experience of handling.

Tink found her expression amusing. The pause the elf had when the cock poked her in the eye was something the gnome would treasure her whole life. Unlike the elf, she already knew how to properly work the shaft and she was now curious to see if the forest woman was a quick learner.

Leandra opened wide and engulfed the throbbing rod of flesh in an awkward angle. As if she was going to guide the gland toward her brain and not her throat. After seconds of re-adjustment and a lot of saliva, she understood the task at hand.

She pulled her head back and lowered her body more. The action forced her soft breasts to bounce in an adorable way. Tink was rubbing her bean looking at the naked woman between the legs of her husband.

His majestic buttocks were squeezing above the desperate face of the elf. His fuzzy dark balls supported his thick shaft and the long pole was pushing against the drooling mouth of the enchantress.

Below her struggling face, her elegant neck led to her hanging breasts. Her firm stomach was contracting all the time, forced to deal with the extreme gagging in her throat. The canal between her abs was pointing to her vulva. She had thick labia lips and a meaty hood. Drop of vaginal nectar were glistening on her folds. The extra was streaming through her strong thighs. Her pose was leaning on her heels and her thick butt was spilling its impressive mass across her bare feet.

Then a new development stunned Tink. Like a spider, the long fingers of Leandra cupped the testicles of Garrok. She massaged the fuzzy scrotum and the half-orc answered with muffled grunts. The wood elf was choking on his cock and was moaning. The gnome behind them was the only one mostly silent, though gentle whimpering was escaping from her mouth, as she was slowly dragging her middle finger across her white bean.

The enchantress continued with the very invasive massage of her husband’s balls. The sack was like a lifeless toy in her palm but it didn’t seem Garrok was bothered. If anything, he had his eyes closed, his tusks pointed toward the ceiling and his pointy ears were twitching. The oaf was actually enjoying it. Tink chewed on her inner cheek when the obvious was impossible to ignore.

Leandra extended her index finger and the tip danced on the anus of the warrior. She didn’t dare push it through, who knew how this thing would have reacted, but with her hands and her mouth, she had full control over his sensitive parts.

As such, it was no surprise he discharged his big balls with abandon. Cum hurled right in her throat but she didn’t fight it. The elf embraced Garrok’s seed and her sides ballooned from the massive amount of cum spilling behind her teeth.

Garrok was howling as he was blasting his cum inside her mouth. The loud demonstration of satisfaction stabbed Tink with jealousy daggers. She was ready to run away, tears were pushing at the edges of her eyes when Leandra stood up.

Cum was streaming down her face. White bubbles were popping at the edge of her lips. She had a smile but not the type that hid sinister intent. It was warm and inviting. Then she dropped to her knees again. Her ass on her heels as before, but this time she was facing Tink.

The wood elf winked at the gnome and pulled her closer. Her mouth landed on the frowned lips of the petite redhead. Her bright eyes ballooned and the dark circle nestled within the rich emerald of her iris expanded.

The elf pushed some of Garrok’s cum inside his wife’s mouth. The enchantress was skillful at this. Her slippery tongue was flexible and was delivering the sticky cargo seemingly with ease.

The big hand of the Amazonian woman reached down and separated the legs of the female gnome. The sap from Tink’s vagina wetted the sweaty palm of Leandra.

“Good,” she said. “We will be good friends, I feel it,” she nodded and if she had longer hair, the strands would have flipped to the side.

Her short blonde cut was sweaty and the few long hairs she had, were now stuck to her brow.

Leandra was messy, they all were. But when the three of them were naked and filthy from the soot, none of them cared. The trio fused into one pile of trembling parts, all looking for satisfaction.

The small bare ass of Tink was on Garrok’s face and his tusks were poking at her thighs. Her vulva was smearing its nectar across his lips and chin. The big bare ass of Leandra was on his thighs. He was balls deep in her vagina and the audible smacks of their intense lovemaking were overpowering the collective moans of them all.

Leandra was leaning forward and her huge tits were in Tink’s possession. The gnome was massaging the buds of her nipples the same way the big woman was dealing with her husband’s testicles. The redhead also tasted the large orbs and familiarized herself with the flavor of wood-elven breasts. They had an earthy breath and with the added spice of battle and explosions, the taste was sizzling on her tongue.

Garrok was not just a plank with erected cock and salivated mouth. His hands were roaming from body to body, while he was using his thighs to support the large figure of the enchantress.

She was more open to his invasion and now he has his cock in her vagina, and a finger deep in her rectum. Her anal muscles were squeezing at his digit almost as strong as her damp cave was extracting information from his pulsating shaft.

The main thing they all had in common was the constant secretion. The three of them were completely open and there was not a single dry spot on any of them. From pores, mouths, and holes, they were shedding liquid as if there was no tomorrow. The smelly, sticky substance oiled their body and they glistened from their own produce.

Garrok flipped his wife on his face, forcing her to look away. He bent her over and her plump butt rose in the air. Leandra couldn’t miss such an opportunity and her tongue explored the crevice between her ass cheeks. Having her vulva and anus salivated at the same time opened new doors for the gnome and she squealed in ecstasy.

Later, she was expected to return the favor and the small body of Tink found itself jammed between the thick legs of the woman and the throbbing cock of the half-orc. The vagina of the elf was spitting sap over the back of the gnome, while her face was exploring a new taste. Her husband’s shaft after it has been stuck in a sweaty wood-elven pussy. He was also massaging her asshole with his thick thumb.

She felt he was coming close. Garrok was beyond overstimulated. But since he already finished inside a mouth, Tink wanted to give him a vagina. She moved from the way and tapped the big ass of the Amazonian.

Leandra nodded and dropped her big body down. Her labia split against the power of the cock. She embraced the quivering monster and she squeezed hard. She froze in place and experienced the torrent of cum shattering her barriers.

The deep animalistic roar coming from her throat was nothing either of the two other lovers had heard before. It was deep and sounded as if roots were burrowing through the stone pavement to reach the rich soil beneath.

Garrok blasted his cum inside the elf. The sap of cum, sweat, and vaginal juice, leaked from the tiny holes between the shaft and the labia. Tink was there to lick the excess. She served both and ended up spending extra time on his wet balls.

She slurped and smelled the arousing odor from orgasmic genitals, while the two were still enjoying the lingering waves of pleasure from the powerful culmination.

The two women piled onto the half-orcs body. They used their naked, sweaty figures to cover him like a blanket. They had their arms, legs, and feet trembling over him, while their vulvas were still leaking, hoping for another round.

But the battle and the intense session had rendered them unable to move an inch. The three sunk into blissful oblivion.