A sour look hit Aloric’s face for a few moments. Lips pursed and then curdled to further expose a sharp tusk-like fang that sprouted from his lower jaw. It was as if she had stoked his anger and he was about to express it. Yet as he exhaled to comment, he simply breathed. Shaking his head. “I thought like you, long ago, before new chieftain. That humans were untrustworthy. Skilled with lies. What your people are proud of.. To hide your emotions? I saw this as lying called by a different name. Is it primitive to know your heart and fill it? Allmother blessed us with instincts for a reason. You’ve learned to ignore?” Aloric was larger than Liirah, that was obvious to anyone. Yet in the water, each strong pull of his cupped hands against the water be it on the surface of below pulled his body forward in massive strides.<br/><br/><br/>He closed the distance with surprising agility. He came behind Liirah, the trajectory of his motion was intentionally off-center to keep her guessing if he was going towards his clothing or her. He knew she’d be fast, but he figured that if he played it right. He’d get close enough to where even if she moved opposite of him, the sheer wingspan of his arm’s reach would keep her within grasp. So it did, he grasped her at the bare hip. Pulling her back a foot or so deeper into the water, but in the process lifting her feet from the rocks of the cascading shore that led to dry land. “A monster who didn’t kill you when you invaded his land? Who didn’t rape and rob you like stories of all highborne humans tell their daughters?” He clicked his tusk against his other row of teeth which was the Orc equivalent to clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. “Because of fear? It scares you to think you can be pleased by what you want to hate. Or fear of size, that it cannot fit?” Taller then her, his waist was above the water and she had a much better view of the sheer girth of his flesh. Even flaccid or potentially semi-flaccid, it was much thicker than any human she’d viewed in the past. It’s plump-rounded head was likely large enough to fill a good portion of her mouth even in its current state.<br/><br/><br/>Was he doing this for lust, or to prove something to the human? Something that he learned within himself due to Ankhiel’s teachings. Even the elder Orc himself wasn’t sure. As the substantial grip of the Orc kept taut around the smooth curve of her flared waist, his fingers pressing into her flesh inward enough to where he could feel her hipbone beneath at least partially the cause of her womanly figure. Opposite hand, free hand, slid right between her thighs. Aloric’s fingers were normally rough, the life of a warrior after all. Yet the water had softened his skin partially. So his touch, slick with water found the patch of hair above her womanhood. It was short, at least somewhat shorter than he expected. Which meant that his bare flesh easily pushed aside the moist hair to touch her flesh directly. Fingertips pressed taut to her skin as he stroked his hand downward, so that his fingers intentionally brushed against the nub of flesh that he knew to be a pleasure hive for women then down lower against her lips themselves.<br/><br/><br/>The initial grasp was firm, and it’s sudden manner was nearly forceful. Yet the way he touched her flesh with his opposite hand was not. He didn’t poke or prod at her pussy like it was some steel trap, his hand was still firm but it was attentive. The motion of his actions clearly meant to stimulate Liirah, not hurt her. “More important than what you feel?” He was standing beside Liirah, not behind or in front of her. So it made it easy to access any part of her he wished to touch without reaching over her. Most importantly, it made it easy to close the gap between them. He stepped closer, looking down with the intent to look directly into her eyes if she’d look at him. “Mmhhhah.. It won’t fit, will it?” A bit of a taunt in his tone again as his fingers explored Liirah’s entrance. As if confirming she’d never be able to bed an Orc lover.<br/><br/><br/>The younger Orc, was standing with a bit of shock as he watched Aloric and Liirah’s exchange. He didn’t sense danger, if nothing else it sensed a budding tension in the air that Aloric had seemed to create. The boldness of the elder Orc’s words weren’t lost on him, even though he didn’t understand common enough to pick up the entire exchange. It was the tone that set the pace for what the mood was. . followed by his actions. The elder Orc had grasped the hunter and was touching her sex. “Does she want to bed?” The young Orc asked in his tongue as he watched, it’s not like he started to peel off his own leather chest-armor in response but it unquestionably caused the length of heavy Orc manhood hidden by his garments to twitch and pulse, the inner instincts of his loins craving what only a woman’s body could satiate.