It was almost too much for her to handle. The fumbling, explorative night with William had been one thing, but this was a degree of sensuality that she had never experienced before. Aloric was clearly the dominant one here, and yet where that should have set her on edge, there was almost a perverse allure to letting him be, to deferring, submitting, to the one with both brawn and experience on his side. He was confident, almost brazen, seemingly aware of just what to do and where to touch to elicit another whimper or yelp from her. She didn’t want to pay her body any mind as he encouraged her to, but it was steadily growing more difficult to ignore. One hand continued to work her nethers, stoking the illicit heat within her core to greater measures, while the other pulled itself free of her grip and seized her arm in a firm but gentle clamp. She attempted to tug her arm loose, though perhaps not with as much fire as before, but he would not be stopped from moving her hand downwards towards his own nethers. His words were a rumbled command, though not one that implied any kind of threat should she not comply. Concepts such as “safe” and “trust” were not words that should have come to a Hunter’s mind when dealing with orcs, and she was almost shocked to realize that her initial burst of fear had begun to quell, replaced by...well, she couldn’t exactly call it calm, but her fight-or-flight instincts were not screaming at her so loudly. Despite her intense apprehension, she felt reasonably certain that Aloric was not going to harm her--indeed, he was highly attentive to her body’s signals, perhaps even moreso than she was. He was skilled at stoking a few embers of unwanted arousal into something much stronger, gradually weakening her resolve.<br/><br/>Despite that, she nevertheless flinched as her hand finally came into contact with his manhood, stunned at the size of it as her fingers were coaxed into wrapping around his girth. Slick from his brief dip, it seemed to put off waves of heat, and she was startled to feel it seemingly moving with a life of its own, somehow swelling even more at her touch. She couldn’t help an apprehensive glance down at it, wondering if she had just gotten herself into more trouble than she could manage.<br/><br/>She nervously obliged at he moved to part her thighs, while all the while warring with herself inside her head. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, that she was allowing an orc, of all things, to treat her in such a fashion--nor that it was an orc who was stirring such dizzying sensations within her. His next action was easy to foresee, but it still made her spine go rigid as he slipped his finger into her depths, a noise escaping her that sounded suspiciously like a stifled moan. Her head tilted back slightly as he pressed deeper, deeper, until his palm was resting against her mound, and she panted softly for a moment as her needy body responded against her will. Her hand shifted against his flesh as well, feeling down the length of his shaft, already sizeable and not yet entirely erect. What little part of her mind that could still think logically knew what might be coming next, and it stirred enough fear within her to briefly part the clouds of lust. She seemed to pull away from him, caution forcibly reasserting itself over pleasure. True, his taunting had managed to rile her, but she really wasn’t sure if it would fit. Far more worrying, however, was the possibility of finding herself with child later on as a result of this moment of weakness. Her intent had been to return home with her mentor, not with half-breed children.