Experience could be a factor in many things. Clearly, with Aloric rutting his considerable length in and out of Liirah’s arse some level of familiarity played a significant role in making the pain quickly fade into pleasure. Initially having looked as if the fit wasn’t meant to be, now, the small but taut ring of her nether entrance clung tightly to his invading girth. The much needed distraction of his hand at her sex wasn’t showing any signs of waning. If anything, as she grew more excited. The motions of his rough fingertips started to adjust, instead of grinding against her outer lips and the sensitive bundle of nerves. He bent his wrist, angling his fingers to plunge into her sex. Just two at first, but even two on the hand of the older and larger Orc was enough to add additional stimulation and pressure. What sort of pressure? Well, Liirah could undoubtedly feel it on the next inward stroke. That pulsing girth of manhood spearing into the depths of her ass, but what was different? She could feel the bulbous ridged head grinding against his fingers as it passed against them. The rigid flesh of his manhood consuming enough space, despite being in an entirely different orifice that Liirah could feel the pressure and stimulation through that membrane.<br/><br/><br/>Much to Aloric’s delight, he could too. A guttural moan that sounded like a growl came from the elder Orc’s throat as his hips clapped audibly against hers. “S-so good little Liirah, yes!” The Orc, despite his nature, managed to spit out words that were intelligible even as the lust-addled mind was starting to let instinct take over. So wrapped up in his own world of pleasure with Liirah that he’d largely ignored Dorne. The younger Orc who’d stepped up and decided he’d make himself a part of this sordid affair. It was mostly, when instead of her audible cries of pleasure. That he only heard a muffled moan, that his eyes lifted up to see Liirah’s face and the long, hardened flesh of the younger male stuck between her pursed lips. She looked nervous, but not disappointed. A bit of a grin hit the Aloric’s face, she’d did it. She’d seemingly dropped that need to be proper and simply do what her body demanded. While her eyes cast upwards, looking to Dorne’s face. She was rewarded, his eyes softened with need but glimmered with lust as he looked to her sucking his manhood.<br/><br/><br/>Now that both men on either side of Liirah were locked in the throes of their growing passion for her, it was no surprise the excitement had their masculine scent cascading over Liirah like an invisible blanket of musk. Even Aloric freshly bathed form still had a natural scent to it. But, with Dorne, she could perhaps even pick up the faintest hint of salty sweat in the air from an evening spent outdoors. Not unpleasant, and certainly not anything Liirah wasn’t used to with a life spent in the forests and the wilderness versus the plush decadence of a castle. What Dorne lacked in experience, she could perhaps pick-up was his eagerness. He was less patient than Aloric had been, his powerful hands having taken hold on her shoulder and clasping the side of her neck. He held her, the touch was warm, affectionate, but the power behind his grip sent a message. That her mouth was his to use, and the look in her eyes made him feel she got the message. She could see his hips, the little lines of muscle visible in his abdomen, flexing as he pushed his body towards her. Thrusting several inches of the engorged flesh into her mouth. “M-make. . urggh, yes! Make me cum with your mouth pretty hunter.” The younger Orc cried out in pleasure.<br/><br/><br/>Although at first, he did have some semblance of patience. Liirah could see now that it had faded quickly, instead of using her mouth to please him. This had changed, in that short few moments of the men finding their rhythm with her, she may have noticed. She was having her mouth fucked by the Orc, no different than Aloric in her arse. He was setting the pace, controlling the action, and pumping his hot and hard cock into her mouth. The hold on her neck couldn’t stop her from closing her eyes but it did keep her head angled at that tilt she’d established, so the younger Orc’s dark orbs could stare into hers as he drove his stiffened flesh into her mouth. The shores of the gorgeous lake were surprisingly private, the sounds of the water licking the shores not far from them was still there. It’d just largely been lost on Aloric and Dorne to hear it, instead, their ears were filled with the cacophony of sexual sounds. Liirah’s moans, the clap of Aloric’s hips to hers, or the wet sound her mouth made when Dorne’s manhood was pushed in. Any onlooker would have no doubt about what was happening. The athletic little Hunter was willingly being fucked at both ends by two Orc men.