The red one had left the circle of beasts around her to tend to his bleeding member, though she was far from left alone. While the other continued to pound at her cunt with all the grace of a blind bull - indeed, he seemed to be picking up his pace - another came to her front, grabbing her under the shoulders. "Ain't makin' da same mistake dat stoopid git made," he growled, and he lifted her slightly. Her face would come to rest against the musty pelt he wore over his muscle-hardened gut, propping her uncomfortably up against him. Meanwhile, her breasts hung freely, his cock probing around between them until he grabbed hold of the fleshy orbs and pressed them tight into the flesh of his member. "Can't bite now, eh? Dat's stratalogical, dat iz," said the orc with a proud grin at his made up smart-sounding word while he pleasured himself with her chest.
Meanwhile, down at her hips, the first was riding her like he was on fire and she were made of water. Another, growing impatient, shoved his way over towards the depravity. "Hurry up you mangy prick! Yer hoggin' all da holes!" His hand came down hard on her ass, smacking the sweet flesh as he grabbed a rough handful.
"Wot? Shaddup," came the reply, the orc still quite focused on fucking the captive. His precum drooled freely into her, and doubtless there would be an explosion soon.
"Dis one. I wantz dis one!" With all the gentleness of a battering ram, he shoved a finger right between the cheeks of her ass, filling her rear passage. "Yeh... dat's noice, dat iz. Now you 'urry up!"