CLANG, CLANG!
The orcs in their circle formation and the cockatrices were going at each other with everything they had. The orcs gripped their shovels and fought like hell to hold the line, and the cockatrices were worked up into a frenzy, throwing themselves at the formation trying to break through.
"Ah, ngh, aah...!"
From inside the orcs' defensive ring, a woman's moans began leaking out. They sounded like she was trying to hold back pain, but the cries slipping through were screams she couldn't suppress from pleasure.
Thud, thudthudthud!
And the orc on top of the woman, Shax, leaned his upper body forward as far as it would go to keep her from moving, driving his hips back and forth. Between the weight of the orc pinning her down and the penguin costume getting crushed under him, Shax had to endure the orc's full weight on top of everything else.
"Ngh, ugh, hnn...!"
And every sensation the orc gave her was converted into pure pleasure by the high elf, Lune.
