She was sorely tempted to let herself get lost in the moment. Her thoughts had slowed to a comfortable blur, her mind more focused on the immediate stimuli presently surrounding her than matters of the past or present. It was utterly shameful, she knew. If word of this dalliance ever got back to anyone in the corps, or worse, her mentor, it’d likely mean expulsion from the order. Or at the very least, a severe demerit. And yet somehow, the taboo nature of the act made it all the more enjoyable. Her nerves were singing with an energy she rarely felt outside of the hunt, but here there was little danger to be seen. Liirah had yet to put her faith entirely in the orcs, but at the moment her body was making decisions in lieu of her mind.<br/><br/>Fucked into a dizzy stupor by Aloric, she didn’t resist as Dorne entangled his fingers in her hair and tilted her head, pausing his strokes long enough to adopt a different angle. She looked up at him when he bid her to do so, her cheeks flushed and her gaze equal parts anticipatory and apprehensive. The taste of him was overpowering, but not so pungent that she gagged at the feeling of cum trickling past her lips. It pooled on her tongue, and she swallowed with a slight grimace, glancing up at him again. The look in his eyes was comparable to a predator eyeing its cornered prey, she thought, though with an entirely different sort of hunger. She obligingly parted her lips again as he pushed himself back into her mouth, unease stirring in her gut when he didn’t stop. As his cock pushed against the back of her throat, she winced, but the new angle meant that it was no longer as direct. Breathing deeply through her nose, she did her best to let her throat loosen, until with a sensation that was thoroughly odd but not entirely unpleasant, his cock slipped deeper.<br/><br/>Again came the flare of shameful pride at his reaction. All the scouts seemed to have lorded themselves above her until now, she had a feeling they wouldn’t be so derisive after the effect she’d had on them now.<br/><br/>She’d have precious little time to enjoy her dirty triumph, however. At the sound of another voice, Liirah froze, eyes going wide in alarm. She looked past Dorne to see a third orc who seemed utterly shocked by what he was watching. Immediately arousal was replaced by a sour wave of guilt and shame at being caught in the act.<br/><br/>Gods, what was she doing?<br/><br/>The orc using her mouth spoke to the interloper in their own tongue, though his words seemed slurred by pleasure. The other responded in a tone that sounded almost derisive, at least to her. Where Aloric was gruff but reserved, and Dorne young and sleek, this man seemed more akin to the orcs her order normally fought. His eyes were flinty, and his attire indicated someone who made a point to be intimidating.<br/><br/>Given how readily a second joined them, she felt a flare of alarm at the arrival of a third. This was already overwhelming enough. How would she even accommodate him? Aloric had ceded to her concerns over an accidental pregnancy, but she wasn’t sure if this orc would be as considerate, seeing as that appeared to be the one hole they hadn’t filled. Had the shock of getting caught not shaken her so badly, she might have made a foolish decision in the heat of the moment, but as it was, her two lovers would likely feel her tense suddenly. She could try to fight him off, maybe, but even against one orc she simply didn’t have the physical strength to match in a close-quarters struggle.