She hadn't gone far, just up the nearest tree, where she perched and watched him. The orc-not-orc looked wildly around for her, never thinking to look up. His scent had changed, turning musky like animals in the rutting season. Perhaps he sought to mate with her, she mused. Well, it was not her season. Yet his tongue on her skin had felt...good. At his touch, heat welled inside her, with a tingling sensation between her legs that was entirely new. She had not been around a male before, didn't understand what his touch had done to her.
The feelings, though... Sensations... She wondered what it would feel like, mating with this male. She still felt the strange fluttering in her stomach, the rippling between her legs that seemed to demand her attention. Curious, she spread her legs and touched herself. A shiver went through her body, surprising her. Exploring with her fingers, she found unexpected pleasure in the act. Would mating feel good as well? It did not seem to interest the wild creatures when the females were not in season. But as Fangorn had patiently explained to her once, she was not the same as they.
For now, though, the orc-not-orc needed to be taught that biting was not welcome. She abandoned her play and settled herself in the crook of a forked branch to wait.