She could feel Aloric shifting against her, the indescribable sensation of his body rhythmically slapping against hers as he continued to take her. Every stroke made her flesh jump, both from the force of his thrust and the tiny quivers of pleasure his hand coaxed out of her. A shamefully-delighted whimper escaped her as he slipped two fingers back into her, pressing against a particularly-sensitive area of her body. That in itself was wonderful enough, until he began stroking in tandem with it. While slow at first, as if to savor the sensation, he was gradually picking up speed, and when his thrust pressed her inner wall between his fingers and his cock, she cried out, her spine arching under him. Her moans were stifled by the other’s cock, although it couldn’t muffle them entirely, nor could she hide the effect this was having on her.<br/><br/>She had been somewhat apprehensive as she glanced up to Dorne, although those worries were put mostly to rest as she saw the approval and lust in his gaze. One hand was settled on the corded muscles of her shoulder, while the other kept a grip on her neck, almost scruffing her like a disobedient pup. The pressure on her throat was firm enough to be felt, stirring up a brief flare of nervousness, though beyond a slight shift or twitch of his fingers in response to her ministrations, he made no move to squeeze harder. She did wince as he began to rock his hips against her face, slowly at first, then gradually faster, his manhood bumping the back of her throat. It came dangerously close to triggering her gag reflex, making her cough a few times, and she’d try to angle herself slightly so that his cock was instead pouched in her cheek rather than her throat, although his hold on her neck made any squirming about difficult. Instead, she silently willed herself to relax, eyes threatening to flicker shut as a wave of pleasure suddenly rolled through her, blooming from her core and travelling down to her very extremities. Aloric would feel her jump, her inner walls squeezing against his digits. The sensations, the sounds, the scent, it was overwhelming in the best possible way. Some part of her still warred against it, bridling at the idea of submitting to anyone, let alone an orc, but that part was being drowned out by her more basal nature. This felt too good to fight against.