The spot on the shore, the soft soil, was more beach-like then it was mucky or something that you could normally attribute to a lake’s edge. It must have had something to do with the cleanliness of the water, not a single patch of algae visible in the rippling water behind them. Perhaps there was something, divine, to the source of the water? That would’ve been an easier explanation to their sudden lust for one another. That they were influenced by the dip into the rippling water fed by the waterfall, but that was not the case. It was just pure, unfiltered, lust for affection of the sexual variety. Spurned by the seasoned Orc’s explorative hands and domineering psyche. He picked up on the evolving tone of her voice as she whispered about her last womanly cycle, the words transforming to an almost pant while his fingers pumped into the warm, tight depths of her wet chasm.<br/><br/><br/>“We will not chance, as much as I want you here..” The masculine voice was quiet, a murmur, and it rumbled with the intensity of his need for her. Even though he did not explicitly state his meaning, it went without clarification that he meant that he wanted to sink his erect flesh into her parted lips being invaded by his thick fingers. “But there’s another way for us to join, for pleasure together.” Whether Liirah was familiar with it or not, clearly didn’t matter to Aloric. He’d already concluded that if she had no experience, he would be her teacher tonight. Unlike the slimmer counter-part, Aloric’s eyes were a golden-brown. He flicked them towards the younger Orc with a sense of intensity behind them. “The oils, did you bring them?” The younger of the two nodded as his hands were already set to his belt. A small leather pouch visible there for carrying small items. He pulled out a thin vial perhaps as long as Liirah’s palm and as wide as one of her fingers. In it was a mostly clear, viscous fluid, an oil. Aloric reached out his free hand and the man approached, placing it within his palm. “Sir.” A respectful word to address his elder as he obeyed.<br/><br/><br/>Aloric grinned as the vial rolled into his palm. Slowly he withdrew the fingers that’d been pumping into her wet hole, the grip of her womanhood was so taut to his invasive digits the flesh of her lips actually rolled slightly as the fingers slid free with a wet sound. He uncapped the vial with little fanfare, an earthy scent with a woodsy tinge in the aroma could easily be smelled by all present. He passed the vial into his hand that’d been attending to her body, he used that hand to dip the vial against his index finger. Coating it in the warm contents, the oil spreading over the digit and running down it’s length. He reached out with the hand clutching the vial and dabbled some at the apex of her the separation of her cheeks, just below her tailbone. The liquid starting to run down her crack to where it pooled against the crinkled flesh of her other hole. A satisfied murmur heard from Aloric. “Mhhh.” The finger he’d deliberately poured the liquid onto? The oil had started to already run down his digit into the palm of his hand. It shot to his girth, starting the head, slathering it thoroughly so that the flesh glinted even more in the firelight from the torches beside them. After he’d done that his entire palm circled his manhood, with a firm grip he stroked up and down his length until his entire cock had that seem glistening and moist appearance. Except this had an entirely different sheen from the water earlier.<br/><br/><br/>He glanced towards the younger warrior who was clearly turning more erect with each passing moment. An amused expression crossed the elder Orc’s face. “She does not know Orc culture, be mindful that I come first.” He warned the younger Orc, meaning that he wouldn’t allow him to do anything to Liirah that’d prevent Aloric from his intended course. For he’d just as soon bark orders to tell the Orc to leave then let him participate if it made things more difficult on Aloric. She’d submitted to his will, his lust, and he was absolutely set on getting what he wanted from the athletic human hunter. He used the same hand that was stroking his flesh to guide his cock. He pressed that rounded head, quite thick, to the puckered and well lubricated crinkled opening just above her womanly lips. Both of Aloric’s hands fell upon her bodice again, gripping her hips but a bit further back then the easiest handhold of each hip bone. The reason would be soon clear as his hands pushed out, opposite of each cheek. Dragging them apart to where the puckered rear entrance was exposed, shadowed by the plump head of his manhood resting against it.<br/><br/><br/>“Together, slow.” He insisted to Liirah, his strong hips pushing forward. That oil a perfect lubricant that let the first bit of his tip start to sink into her hole. The slit at the tip of his head disappearing into the hole first, and he paused, with just about half of the head in her chasm. Why? Aloric wanted to take her, fill her, fuck her, yet he knew enough about a woman’s body to wait for the signs of relent. So whether or not her instant reaction was for her muscles to clamp down, as with all muscles there was a lull when they relaxed. When she relaxed again he pushed inward, a masculine grunt made it past the Orc’s lips. “Hnnnng.. Good!” He complimented as they approached what likely be the hardest part of the entire endeavor and that was fitting the girth of his flared head past her taut ring. As firm as his entire manhood was, the flesh at the head had a bit of give. The flesh was springy, where as the muscled ring to her backdoor clamped down against the flared ridge, the head compressed what would be imperceptible to either of their eyes but was happening within her as he sank in. Once his tip popped past that taut ring she could feel that fat head filling her. She’d likely already feel quite full, despite there being far more of his flesh to go.<br/><br/><br/>Despite his lust, he honored his words, slow, right? Well, slow was a relative term. That whole transaction had happened in what was likely a minute at most, yet to Aloric that’d been achingly slow and may have come off as brisk and forceful to Liirah. The imposing physique of the Orc behind her gave another rumble of satisfaction, it came out once again like a growl. “Unnngh, tight, beautiful.” Intelligent conversation escaping him as he complimented the sheer eroticism and beauty of the athletic hunter bent at the waist, the eldest Orc’s oversized cock at least partially sunk into her arse. The air ablaze with the musk of his masculinity, the heat of their exposed flesh, and the wafting scent of the oils that lubricated both of their nethers.<br/><br/><br/>The younger of the two had watched in erotic-shock as Aloric claimed Liirah’s ass, slowly, but confidently working his flesh into her. It initially didn’t look as if it’d fit, yet with the generous lubricant and Aloric’s skillful motions. He’d managed to squeeze his tip into her hole. It was after that he was jarred back to focus, he started to peel away his own clothing. He hadn’t taken a dip in the watering hole, yet, the younger Orc had good hygiene. He was well-put-together, but he couldn’t mask the scent of the sweat from the effort of the march back to camp after capturing Liirah. So the scent of his musk was a bit more pungent, not unpleasant, but stronger. When he’d finally gotten to exposing his manhood, Liirah would be able to note a contrast considering she’d seen Aloric earlier. He wasn’t quite as thick, nor as long. On the smaller end of average for an Orc. Yet, to a normal human? He was still unmistakably larger and since he was already erect the foreskin at his tip was pulled back, exposing the head completely. This was another sign of them not nearly being as primitive as purported in stories. He was clean, other then the faint scent of lingering sweat he was void of anything she may have seen of or even smelled herself from the unkempt homeless urchins that crowded some of the underbelly of larger cities.