Let Emera Get Adjusted To This New Found Pleasure

You wrap your arms around Emera protectively, and she slowly stops trembling. "Are you okay?" you ask.

Breathing erratically, she quietly says, "Y-y-yes... j-j-just... g-give me a-a minute..."

Emera rests her head on your shoulder, and you gently stroke her hair, giving her plenty of time to adjust. You don't mind giving her time to rest, you're a rather patient orc, and you know that it'll be more pleasurable if she feels good too.

After a moment, Emera looks you in the eyes and runs her hand along your cheek, smiling. "I-I'm okay now. You can start moving."