Aloric's mind was nearly lost in the haze of the primal instincts that wracked his muscular frame. She felt amazing around him, still exceedingly tight. That was even in spite of the coating of the thin oil that'd somehow held it's slickness as it coated the entirety of his shaft and soaked into the skin. A visible sheen present on his erection, even in the moonlight, and perhaps because of the moonlight. Every long outward stroke and shift of powerful hips exposed his manhood to glisten in the light of the flickering torches and the blue of the overhead moon. The pace had continuously grown in intensity as the act drew onward. By now? The slap of the Orc's powerful hips were audible as he thrust into Liirah, the flesh of her cheeks rippling from the flat, masculine hips that hit her with every downward thrust.<br/><br/>Aloric's physical frame imposing or attractive depending on one's perception, the core of his muscles around his belly-button were on full display from maintaining that slightly hunched position thrusting into her body from behind. The abdominal muscles rippling with every shift and thrust, a thin line of sweat ran down his shoulder to slip into the valley of his torso. The sparse black hair on his chest, in little curls, did nothing to stop the bead of sweat from dripping off of the broad shelf of his pectoral muscle. It fell to Liirah's small of her back, and she'd feel the wet,  warm moisture and likely know it was the by-product of the effort and lust of the lover behind her. Enjoying her body and reciprocating that lust by reacting and adjusting to heightened moments of pleasure, where he could pick up that she enjoyed a particular touch.<br/><br/>It was because of this, that Garod's comments had initially fallen on deaf ears. He wasn't really concerned with what the head guard of the Chieftain wanted on a normal day, right now? He really didn't give a shit about what the man wanted. It was Liirah, and the way that Aloric had attuned his senses to her that made him pause. He could feel her tense, her entire frame really, and physically tangible by the way her taut muscles unintentionally clenched about his invading girth. It wasn't a pleasure-filled response, it was something else. He thrust inward once more, but instead of withdrawing, when his hips connected with her ass. He paused, a sigh of satisfaction came from the Orc's baritone chords. A deep sound that rumbled in his chest. "Relax little Liirah." Spoken in that surprisingly adept common. He lifted his gaze from admiring Liirah's athletic hips, the slender but sexy curve of her spine and the swirl of her dark hair to the new arrival.<br/><br/>"Garod, I won't be making room for you. You can fuck her mouth, if<i>she </i>wants to taste you."  Spoken in Orc, the translation wouldn't make it smoothly to common. Most likely, at least. She might or might not have been able to pick it up, she seemingly had some knowledge of Orcish. He made it clear, definitively, while Liirah literally couldn't given her situation. That he wasn't even going to entertain the idea of moving so Garod could claim her pussy. Aloric had no intent of getting into why he and Liirah had decided to do what they'd done. He really didn't think either of them owed Garod an explanation, and Liirah was not a prisoner<i>yet.</i>So he wouldn't allow Garod to do with her as he saw fit, she still had honor. As an Orc who prided himself on respecting honor and the new Chieftain's teachings, Aloric didn't flinch to rebuff Garod's thoughts that he could somehow just dictate what was going to happen.<br/><br/>Dorne? Well, he didn't even bother to notice what Aloric and Garod were going on about. He was literally looking down at the gorgeous flushed cheeks of the hunter. The sensations her throat produced on his cock were different but not unpleasant, the taut restriction flexing as her throat attempted to adjust. He kept eye contact with Liirah as he sank deeper between her pursed lips and clutching throat. Literally continuing to push until the short, curled strands at the base of his cock were brushing against her lips kissing the bottom of his manhood in the process. He didn't pull out, perhaps overstaying his welcome lodged in Lirah's silky throat. When he saw her body tense and her throat spasms were more frequently, he slowly withdrew. The Orc's flesh appearing with an even thicker coating of her saliva, he kept pulling his hips away from her until he watched the plump head of his cock slip from her open mouth. "Ahhhggh, yes. That mouth. Come, stop standing there. She's good at this, we'll take turns." Dorne called back to Garod again. The Orc, the head guard of the Cheiftain, a partial scowl on his face at Aloric's initial response. Stood resolute as if he was going to simply abstain if he couldn't have what he wanted from her. That position was weakened when he saw Dorne's cock flop free from Liirah's mouth. "Humph, she does look attractive like that.." The Orc weren't used to the rosy hue of a woman's cheeks being as flushed as Liirah's.<br/><br/>Garod shed the heavily weighted armor adorned with spikes, unstrapping buckled and letting it fall into a pile around him. He was large, much bigger then Dorne. He was probably about the same build as Aloric. Though likely almost a decade younger and his hair was a deep ruddy brown instead of black. Unlike Aloric, he had a mostly smooth face, not for lack of facial hair but he shaved. What appeared to be something of a five o'clock shadow growing around his wide jaw and up onto his cheeks. The tusks on his lower jaw were allowed to grow longer then Aloric's, which added to his intimidating visual presence. Once he shed his armor, he walked towards the trio of bodies. The fastens of boots loosened and kicked off with little fan fare, they tumbled a few feet away from everyone.<br/><br/>"Make room." He barked to Dorne as he was beside him seconds later, nearly hip to hip with the other Orc. Garod unfastened his linen trousers and they pooled into a pile at his feet. Exposing a long and thick organ that was nearly semi-erect from watching the debauchery. He was big, there was no way to tell his size exactly, not right now at least. Though it looked as if he'd be bigger than Dorne once he was fully erect. "Come." He called to Liirah, Garod moved his hand to the nape of her neck, while Dorne still clutched her hair. He pulled Liirah's mouth towards his cock, before her lips even touched him her senses would be struck with another wave of powerful masculine musk. Then he knelt before Liirah, just as Dorne had earlier and brought her eye-level with the manhood she was expected to take.<br/><br/>Did it all even sink in just yet? Given the distraction that Aloric was buried in her anal passage and his fingers eagerly shifting in her sex. Yes, the risk of a pregnancy was off put again but he wasn't satiated to simply not join. The two Orcs before her wanted to take turns with her mouth now and if Dorne's behavior had been any indication it wasn't so much that she was being offered to explore their flesh at her leisure, no, they were going to take turns<b><i>fucking</i> </b>Liirah's mouth.