The tone of her voice, the shock in her eyes, it all played out before him in a way that his eyes drank in the resistance but his body nor his thoughts processed that she was pushing back against him. Even with the way she gripped his wrist, one would think he’d have been aware enough to realize that she was trying to peel away his touch. Yet a veil of his own lustful thoughts for Liirah started to cloud his thinking. Hardly primitive in mind, yet clearly the type who was at times somewhat blinded by his instincts. “You should listen to this.” As if to punctuate what he meant, his fingers pressed a bit harder to the tender folds of her womanhood. Parting them with relative ease since his fingers were aided by the slick water surrounding them and the even slicker heat that her lips produced from the attention his hands paid her flesh. Similar to how she had picked up on the faint traces of his sweat and masculine musk. Even masked by the water, his sense of smell at a higher level of sensitivity than a human’s .. picked up the scent of her arousal.<br/><br/><br/>The hand at her hip, the one that’d been controlling her posture initially. Started to move, he picked up the resistance of her grip on his wrist even greater during this exchange. Yet he pulled his hand, with increasing force. Until his flesh of his wrist, slick from the water. Simply slipped out of her tense digits. “Touch me..” Voice confident, clear, demanding. Yet his tone had a soothing edge to it, not forceful. The hand that had broken free turned the tables, grasping her own, but higher up near the center of her forearm. He couldn’t make her grip his manhood, but that didn’t prevent him from guiding her there. The rise of her arousal and the increasing thoughts of lust in his mind from touching her had his oversized flesh twitching occasionally in response. The flesh actually grew despite it’s already impressive size. Instead of hanging straight down under it’s own weight it now had a lazy curve to it, but it’s base was aimed outwards more. The semi-erect cock was now nearly touching her as a result. As her palm was guided to fall around his flesh, she could probably take note of his girth first more then anything. It’s size in its current state she could grip him and likely have her fingers touch her palm on the other side. However, would it be able to if he was fully erect? He was quite possibly close to double-the size of her first lover .. and would be considered very large by human standards.<br/><br/><br/>It was perhaps fortuitous he hadn’t stood behind her, although she likely had a nimble enough grip and motion of her wrist to grip him even if he stood behind at an awkward angle like directly behind her. Not to mention, it was possible Liirah felt slightly more in control of the situation with him at her side. Despite Aloric clearly taking a domineering stance with the hunter, she was still very much aggressively invited to participate as opposed to being outright forced. “Now look” He called to her, whether or not she looked at her hand gripping his flesh, or his hand still seeking out her womanhood, or both. That was entirely up to Liirah, but it was Aloric’s intent to get her to acknowledge that her body was betraying the words she’d first spoken. Since they were closer to the shore, the water’s surface wasn’t nearly as dark, black, and reflective. The light of the torch allowed their vision to break through the surface.<br/><br/><br/>Had she looked down, Liirah would see his large, masculine hands as they shifted between her thighs. Twisting a bit side-to-side as if to urge ther to part her stance and thighs to make his next motion easier. After that, he did what she likely thought was coming. He curved his wrist upwards, using his index finger, thicker than a normal human’s finger. It pressed up into her slick folds and with her already wet lips, it made easy work of sinking in beyond just that rubbing motion from earlier. He kept going, feeling the heat of her chasm wrapping taut around his invasive digit. A baritone coo that came out like a near growl of satisfaction rumbled in his chest as he stood beside her. He kept pushing all the way to the last knuckle and the base of his palm was pressed taut to her lips, the edge of his other finger brushing up against her clit now.  “Yessss.” A hiss of satisfaction came out when he felt the grip of her womanhood pulse around his digit, he knew how amazing she’d feel around his manhood, or rather presumed. A fantasy of what it’d be like to slide into her playing out in his mind.<br/><br/><br/>The Orc at the shore had since dropped his wares, not outright, he sat them down but a bit roughly. Why? The voyeuristic nature of what was unfolding before him had taken him off guard completely. That didn’t stop him from however, unintentionally, reaching down to rub at his manhood through his trousers. He didn’t even speak to Aloric or Lirrah, no more chastising for his leader’s actions. He simply stood and watched with a lustful-filled gaze as he watched his clan brother’s thick digit sink into the human’s pussy. He could only imagine what her soft bosom and toned bodice would feel like beneath his grip. The heat, the lust, the aura of the sexuality being shed by the duo in the water had done it’s part to  transform what he thought of Liirah. A threat, initially, to a disarmed human who’s words had little value. Initially considering her too frail or small to satiate an Orc’s desires, to questioning, wondering.. Could the little hunter handle an Orc’s needs? As his eyes watched Aloric’s movements, his body yearned to find the answer.