He would deepen the kiss carefully drawing his tongue along her soft lips wanting access to her own appendage or even within her mouth. His body was incredibly clean and impeccably washed. Not like the filthy orcs she was forced to bed perhaps. His tongue twist and turns about when she does dare to meet his own in erotic battle. His left hand reached up slowly to take hold of one of her breasts rubbing gently over it with his leather hand, the tip of his thumb prodding her nipple and running along the areola in long circles. They were softer then he anticipated.<br/><br/>His crotch plate would be removed carefully his cock extending and like many half ogres he was hardly considered anything but massive. He easily was larger and thicker then many men if not all humans. It would be hard for one to take him but he would not rush. Veins were thick and the head was circumcised his balls were trimmed to nearly hairless. He smelled faintly of soap now that she was this close to him. His right hand grips her rear end firmly and began to softly rub along her there exploring the shape and curves of her breathtaking figure. He felt his heated erection press to her stomach and he shuddered at the mere thought of trying to enter her.