At that, she glanced back curiously, wondering what he meant to do instead of taking her in the usual fashion. At his beckoning, the younger scout presented a vial containing a clear, viscous oil, and she gasped softly as Aloric withdrew his fingers from her. As he took the vial and uncorked it, she caught an earthy, almost-herbal scent that was surprisingly familiar. Personal hygiene could be a difficult thing to maintain when one spent their lives tracking down creatures through swamps, alleyways, and everywhere in between, but the Corps nevertheless made it a point to maintain a degree of cleanliness even in the field. Their hunters commonly carried a similar blend of oils that both lessened body odor and helped cleanse grime from the skin. Her answer came when she felt it trickle between her buttocks, eliciting a startled squeak from her as he let it settle upon her asshole, and she looked to him with no small amount of uncertainty. He was already doing the same to his girth, stroking the liquid into his flesh until he was glistening and pungent. At first, she couldn’t believe he was intending to something so...crude, though as she had quickly learned since coming here, orc taboos did not seem to be nearly so extensive as that of humanity. And after all, she had trusted him this far.<br/><br/>Liirah heard him say something to his fellow, though she understood little beyond his tone of slight warning. He hadn’t sent the younger away, as far as she could tell, making her again worry that she might be expected to service them both tonight. She widened her legs slightly as he turned his attentions back to her, her slender form tensing as the hot, throbbing tip of his manhood rested against her arse. This was it, then. She tried to calm herself and take deep breaths as she felt him take hold of her hips, though with the way her heart raced, it was something said than done.<br/><br/>She nodded shakily as he spoke, trying to will herself to relax. “Alright…” As he began to push himself in, however, she’d nevertheless let out a brief yelp, eyes squeezing shut for a minute as his girth slid into her ass. She was already sensitive from his explorative hands, and even with lubrication there was no getting around his sheer size as an issue. Her body simply wasn’t used to this, and accepting his “affections” without rousing a slight bit of pain would take some work. Deep breaths, she told herself, you can do this. She bit her lower lip, fingers clenching the soil lightly as she inhaled and exhaled through her nose, trying to release the tension that had sprung up as soon as he pushed himself in. After a few moments, she relaxed, allowing him to press deeper. The pressure abated slightly as his swollen head entered her fully, allowing the rest of his shaft to gradually enter her. She had begun to breathe harder again, though this time more from pleasure than pain. Never had she been filled in such a way, and there was something almost primally rewarding about the sensation. For a moment, she almost regretted not giving into instinct and allowing him to join with her properly, though there was soon little room for thoughts as he nearly hilted within her, drawing a quiet cry of bliss from her. “That...feels amazing…” Propriety was thrown to the side for the time being, allowing her to shed the mask of poise she had been conditioned to show at all times. Even if only for a moment, she was simply herself, without posturing or reservations. It was a strange feeling, but not an entirely-unpleasant one.<br/><br/>With his focus now on filling her arse, her empty womanhood had begun to ache for stimulation once more. She shifted her weight to her left arm and raised her right hand, which drifted backwards as she sought to touch herself the way he had before. She carefully slipped a finger between her folds, body jumping as her touch glided across her clit with a rush of satisfaction. It wasn’t quite the same, her hands being both smaller and less-experienced, but it was better than nothing.<br/><br/>Out of the corner of her eye, she was aware of the other beginning to strip, and despite her apprehension at the possibility to taking on two at once (how would that even work?) she found herself watching, mesmerized. Not so broad as Aloric, and while still very much a man, like Liirah herself he still had the softer edges of youth about him. She guessed him to be closer to her age, assuming orcs matured at the same rate as humans. As his trousers were doffed, she saw he was already erect, clearly intending to participate in some fashion, and while he was not as big as her current partner, he was still large enough to her eyes to stir up a feeling of nervousness. By now she was reasonably sure that they weren’t going to hurt her, for all his carnal intent Aloric was far more aggressively passionate than merely aggressive, and she at least trusted him enough to let him take the lead. Even so, she still wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep up, particularly if a second man joined them.