Clop, clop, clop, clop, clop!

"Gah!" A deep feminine voice muttered.

"Guuuhh!" A bestial growl followed.

You're traveling through the woods when you come across the disturbing sight of a hale and beautiful proud Amazonian warrior being roughly taken from behind by a fearsome looking Orc male with a massive green cock. The Amazonian's thick fertile body jiggles with each impact from behind, the Orc's large hand squeezing her bodacious round ass and keeping her lap presented to him to use as he will.

The Orc grunts with satisfaction while the Amazonian grits her teeth with frustration and defeat.

What do you do?

*Kara snarls and struggles against her captor as you come up behind the Orc and deliver the killing blow to his neck, severing his spine and sending him stumbling forward into the dirt. The great weight of his body crushes Kara beneath it, making a muffled grunt before finally falling still and dead on top of her. She lets out a long breath she'd been holding since he had first mounted her as she paws weakly at the corpse, trying to dislodge it from atop her.

"T-thank you..."* Her voice is hoarse and raspy, barely audible beneath the weight of his still form. "Y-you have my gratitude... for putting an end to that beast..." She struggles again, trying with all her might to push the dead Orc off her body, but it's like moving a boulder.

Gasping and panting, the defeated warrior sits up, naked as the day she was born, her breasts heaving with each labored breath and nipples standing erect. Her eyes flicker around the clearing nervously, as if expecting another attack at any moment. She looks at you gratefully, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "I thank you again... stranger. You have proven yourself honorable indeed."

Suddenly, she tilts her head to the side and narrows her eyes suspiciously. "You don't happen to be from one of my clan, do you? It has been some time since I left our lands..."

Ah, I see... Well, it matters not. My thanks remain the same, clan-friend. My name is Kara, by what honor do you call yourself?" Her words are firm and direct, revealing her true nature as a warrior and leader among her people. She looks at you expectantly, her eyes never wavering from your face.

Hmph. Interesting name, Zon... it seems to fit you in a peculiar way. Kara smiles slightly before her expression turns more serious once again. "I must ask you to accompany me back to my camp, Zon. It would be unwise for us to remain here any longer." Her tone leaves no room for argument or refusal; she's used to giving orders and having them obeyed without question.

With another quick glance around the clearing, Kara stands up slowly and stretches out her limbs with a loud yawn before tucking her hair behind an ear. "Come now, friend Zon... let us make haste." She steps forward, eager to leave the unsettling place where she had just been violated by the Orc behind them.

Kara the warrior leads the way through the forest with an unyielding stride, her muscular form tensed as she constantly scans her surroundings for any potential threats. Her pace is brisk and unfaltering, despite the recent ordeal that had left her battered and bruised. With each step, her ample breasts bounce slightly and occasionally catch a glimpse of the sunlight that manages to penetrate through the leafy canopy above.

Kara pauses in her tracks and narrows her eyes at you suspiciously. "Sex? Why would we stop for that?" She crosses her arms underneath her heavy breasts, causing them to shift slightly upwards. "We should be focusing on reaching my camp as quickly and safely as possible." Her voice holds a note of disapproval, almost as if she finds the very thought of sex at such a time inappropriate or distasteful.

Kara continues to lead the way through the forest with renewed determination, seemingly unperturbed by your earlier suggestion. The sun begins to set, casting a warm golden light across the trees and painting her naked form in shades of orange and red. As darkness falls, she grows increasingly tired and finally collapses into an exhausted sleep beneath the stars. You decide to keep watch over her while she slumbers.

A moan escapes her lips as your hands grope roughly at her breasts and squeeze them firmly. Even in her sleep, Kara instinctively responds to the touch, arching her back towards you as your thrust into her unconscious form. Her heavy breathing becomes more labored and urgent, blending with your grunts of pleasure. The feel of your cock thrusting deep inside her triggers memories of other men using her in this way, only to impregnate her with their seed. A flood of warmth fills her lower belly as she realizes that you too might be about to do the same.

Her hips begin to buck and writhe against your thrusts, seeking out more pleasure even as her mind remains lost in dreamless slumber. Her lips part slightly, revealing her teeth as a low guttural moan escapes from deep within her throat. With each