Drek'thar seemed enthralled by Lucille's swift reaction. Each 'oo~h' and 'aa~h' only encouraging him further. "You are one horny slut!" He belted in an appreciative tone. One claw hooked under her garment and bunched it to one side. Forcing the bulk of one finger between her lips he stroked up and down between her folds.<br/><br/>The guiding hand was followed for direction, surely, but the clasps he took his time with. Each claw grazed her flesh before joining in the effort to free Lucille of the basque. He marveled at her skin, her globes, her hair... All so perfect to even an unnatural degree. Her breasts exposed and nipples showing stiffening, he proded the areola of one with his tounge and sucked upon it while tweaking and massaging the other with his hand. A hungry growl escaped him.<br/><br/>"So, how does that feel? Oh, but you want the real thing." He abandoned his ministrations to free himself of his leggings, his throbbing member leaping into his hand. He placed his free hand upon his hip and try as she might, overpowering the orc was impossible. He teased her entrance with the head, using her own juices as lubricant. Three passes for good measure, then Drek'thar eased his way in. The head. The shaft! Both hands upon her hips. All the way to the base!! He groaned in approval of the sensation of Lucille's insides and began a rythmic pumping, using almost his full length.