Sensuality, sexuality, or just outright need. Whatever you wanted to call it, it was capable of manifesting in many different ways. There was some fundamental truths to it, but there was also subtle changes. Aloric’s focus was battling his own budding physical hunger for more. Despite it all, he was able to pick up on the changes that manifested in Liirah before him. The nervous flinch before her hand gained more confidence and settled in around him, the explorative nature of her stroking hand that seemed equal parts discovery and surprise. The quiet, almost subdued pant as her body reacted to his touch just further stimulated Aloric’s want for more. To satiate his body, but also the perverse satisfaction of sending her body into a heat that she couldn’t resist despite some mental walls within her attempting to protect some sense of high-morality or perhaps pride.. he wasn’t sure.<br/><br/><br/>Aloric loved the taut grip of her wet chasm as he hilted his digit, but it was time to move, to further stimulate her. So he withdrew his finger at a languid pace. Pulling back until just the tip of his digit had remained within, then he pumped upwards in a faster rhythm. Aided by her slick heat that’d been left behind on his finger, he plunged his finger into her with a soft bounce of his palm against her mound. The resulting bounce and grind of his palm had him deliberately massaging against her clit. That sensitive bundle of nerves being stimulated by the Orc’s attentive hand. “Come with me Liirah.” He called her by her name, why wouldn’t he? He had far less reservations about her from the start and he’d asked for it a reason. No one wanted to be called by their race, referring to her as human now seemed more insult then anything. After that second thrust inward and deliberate grind, he pulled his finger free from her womanhood. If not for her waist being under the surface of the water. It would’ve made the wet-sound of her sex releasing his digit, that much he was certain. She was tight, to put it bluntly.<br/><br/><br/>She’d mostly stopped exploring his manhood, so it wasn’t a challenge to guide her again. He maintained a grip of her forearm and pulled her with him as he walked up the small bit of lake and it’s shore they’d yet to step out of. Just a few strides and they were both free from the water’s embrace, lower half still dripping from the cool clear liquid. The clear state of lust his actions and her receptiveness had put him in was undeniable now. The length of flesh between his thighs having grown yet again. Now it was jutting nearly completely outright from his hips. Still just a slight bow under it’s own weight, and surprisingly straight. The slightest upward curve perhaps, but only notable if you looked from the side. In terms of shape, it was remarkably similar to a human’s physique. The same in terms of shaft, the veins, albeit it larger were similar to what she’d note on a man. The rounded head was plump, bulbous, and it appeared firm yet to the touch the flesh was plush. It had a little give to it, and it was tender, very soft, unlike the rough callous of the warriors palm when he touched her. The weapon of his swayed with each confident stride. Once their feet had cleared the water, on a spot of the shore where it was still damp from the rippling lake’s edge his intent became clear.<br/><br/><br/>Aloric pulled her past him, his strong grip fell on both of Liirah’s shoulders. “Kneel with me.” Despite the words sounding more like a command then a request, there was a certain word that made it an entirely different context. He asked her to kneel with him, not for him. A sign of respect for what he wanted from her body that was subtle. The weight of his arms and the power in his grip pushed with enough force to encourage her to let her knees settle into the mostly soft soil beneath. Once he’d pushed Liirah to her knees, he leaned his weight forward and extended his arms to get her to lean her torso forward and essentially push her hips and rounded backside out toward his legs. When his masculine touch had positioned her feminine physique to what he wanted, he sank to his knees behind her. Even on his knees, his much larger frame cast off heat due to his close proximity. Furthermore, on his knees, the posture.. And the growth of his flesh had that oversized erection pressing low on her inner thigh. The hard flesh a monument, an unspoken word. That his body needed to be inside of Liirah’s, and he’d settle for nothing less.<br/><br/><br/>He didn’t however, immediately go to press his manhood into her. One of his large hands fell upon her rounded butt, fingers taking hold of the flesh as he pulled her cheek aside to further expose her womanhood in that posture as well as the crinkled flesh of her anal passage. A bit of the lake’s moisture spotted between her cheeks and freshly washed flesh. A pleased grumble rumbled out of the large Orc. “Good.” He commented, noting the moisture on the exposed inner flesh of her womanhood with the way he parted her open. “When was the last time you bled?” He asked, even as his only free hand moved to position behind her. This time, instead of one finger, he held two together and pushed them both simultaneously into her slick entrance. What was different from the first time, is that he never paused, immediately moving into a languid pace of pumping his digits into Liirah’s body.<br/><br/><br/>The other Orc had took a step or two back much earlier to give room as they came out of the water, but he remained close-by. There was no words to guide the elder Orc, why would he? At the end of the day Aloric was his senior as it stood. He also couldn’t deny his thoughts as they betrayed him. He went from being uncertain about her being a threat to wanting to explore the flesh as Aloric did. The trousers at the front of his groin were jutting outward now, perhaps not erect but well on his way to getting there.