Aloric had believe it or not never done this particular act. Yes, he’d penetrated a woman anally. He just hadn’t had the inclination to dive his fingers into her sex during it. He wasn’t shocked that it drove Liirah to a higher level of pleasure, that was after all the elder Orc’s intent behind the molestation of her tight sex. It was obvious the Orc was a skilled and considerate lover as from onset, despite his dominant nature. He was taking those small inroads at every twist to heighten her arousal. What he didn’t expect, was how good it felt for him! The added pressure of his digits in her sex made her arse tighten around his burrowed manhood. Lost were his words now, having succumbed to the primal lust that pumped through his veins. The cords of muscle in his thighs and abdomen flexing against the surface of his skin with every downward pump of his hips. The green tinged flesh of his manhood sinking between her spread cheeks, and the heavy, rounded sack hanging beneath his manhood pressing up partially against her sex and his wrist when he thrust completely within the kneeling hunter. One thing was clear about his urgent claiming of Liirah’s arse, there was nothing but dominance exuded from the elder Orc. She was his to enjoy this evening.<br/><br/><br/>Dorne gave a surprised gasp of delight when Liirah tilted her head and stuffed his plump head into the pocket of her inner cheek. The flesh there was tender, hot, it felt delightful massaging the rounded head of his cock. “More, hunter, more.” the eager young guard urged from Liirah as he repositioned the hand at her neck, pulling his fingers into a collection of her dark hair. He guided her head to tilt even further, why? The angle was literally straightening her mouth and throat into a similar angle instead of the sharp curve it had been. When the next thrust of his hips to fuck his cock into her mouth was supposed to happen, it didn’t. Instead, he pulled back just enough to where that enormous head was still trapped just between her lips. The slit at the head producing a warm dollop of precum with a twitch of his cock. “Look at me little hunter.” He’d had enough experience with oral to know there was less apprehension about this if eye contact was maintained. So he looked into Liirah’s eyes not longingly, not lovingly, with pure lust. He craved Liirah’s flesh and his cravings were manifest through his hips. He pushed, guiding that fat head right along the flat of her tongue until it’s width was fit right into the entrance to her throat.<br/><br/><br/>Dorne felt the taut resistance of her throat flexing against his plump head, he grunted, eyes on Liirah to stay focused on whether or not she was going to gag too violently to permit it. He kept pushing through, until he felt her gag and swallow right after. Somehow, the motion of her flexing throat allowed his cock to slip in. It felt amazing, his eyes widened slightly. For the first time in minutes, he paused, he didn’t thrust. He just basked in the pleasure of her warm hot throat clenching around his swollen tip. “Goo-ood, little hunter. Make me cum.” He demanded again, conveying his clear intent to use her mouth until his breaking point. He didn’t push any deeper into her throat, and for the first time that evening she caused his eyes to roll up and backwards, eyelids flitting shut as he focused on the sensations.<br/><br/><br/>Gerod was the guard who’d greeted Aloric at the Chief’s tent, Ankhiel himself had readied for the audience and gave words that he was ready to see the woman, the hunter. He didn’t expand on his message, just to retrieve the woman. So it should have come as no surprise that Garod grew impatient when Aloric never returned. He was walking down the firelit trail to the lake. The area around it moonlit, and brighter than the rest of the surrounding area as the water reflected both firelight and moonlight. It wasn’t something he was particularly looking to discover, and he didn’t even catch hint of it with his eyes. It was the smell of sex and the slaps of flesh that made his eyes wander the shoreline until he found them. Aloric’s powerful hips driving into the woman while Dorne pushed into her willing mouth. Garod paused, literally mouth agape. “W.. what?” He said aloud, confused.<br/><br/>As he approached, now several feet away. Watching, his body reacting before his mind could process, the pit of his stomach tightening as his lust grew. Dorne looked over at the head guard, his head lolling slightly before his focus snapped with more attention. “Oh, G-garod! The young hunter is amazing, try her mouth. She likes to suck.” He didn’t pull out of Liirah’s mouth just yet. After all, Garod wasn’t ready. But even Liirah could feel his little shifts as he shuffled his hips slightly and moved his feet to make enough room so Garod could stand beside him. “Why would I do that if I wanted to join, young one? She has perfectly good pussy to fill.” The man didn’t have all the scars of Aloric, so he’d seen less combat. Yet, the expression of his face was fierce. Piercing black eyes, and his cheeks covered in a warm, dense, inky black beard. One almost couldn’t see the surface of skin below the beard. The amor he wore was a bright red-tinged leathers that held inserts of bone whittled into spikes along his shoulder pads and shin guards.