<strong>High Orc, Balthus</strong>| HP: 3 MP: 1 | OT: 0/70 | GP: 0/100 | Bond: 50%<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">T</span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">he Orc held back from laughing in derision as the Goddess hand clutched and clambered for support. Her could feel her grabbing at his shoulders, using him as leverage to keep her on her toes.. until inevitably her body started to lower and Balthus thick shaft kissed against her warm slit. The burning heat he radiated soon <em>quenched</em> with her honeyed nectar that dripped from her slit. The Goddess likely didn't even realize that she was leaking such lewd juices in her own bath. The Orc watched, all the more amused, as she held back her enjoyment and started rising back up on her toes.<br/><br/><strong>"Goddess' shouldn't be so timid with what they want."</strong> The Orc arrogantly spoke down to her. Not only admonishing her for her hesitation in both resisting, and giving in, but subtly hinting that giving in was what she actually wanted. The Orc was a fool at many things still.. but breaking and degrading women was a specialty his mind was tailored for. The Orcs long rod remained between her legs, her honeyed nectar dripping from her covered slit to fall upon his engorged member. The Orcs body didn't help her get her bearings, it did the opposite.<br/><br/>The Orc puffed himself up. It's body naturally tensing as it even bothered to stand up straight. Seemingly growing almost a foot from the sudden <em>tension</em> in it's rippling muscular body. Which, sadly for the Goddess, meant the rod she had barely avoided by standing on her tip toes was now lifting her up. Her feet now a couple inches off the ground and that sacred slit now properly rubbing up against the Orcs gargantuan green rod with nothing but her delicate in the way. The Orcs rod was in fact, a log. It was sturdy enough to hold her up, her entire weight, almost effortlessly. It was a Goddess-breaker after all.<br/><br/>The Orc made sure to grab her, so she didn't just slide off his rod. A hand inappropriately grabbing her chest and the other grabbing at her lovely rear. Those wide, child-bearing hips, giving the orc plenty to grab onto.<br/><br/><strong>"Other Goddess never resisted. They enjoyed themselves. Became <em>breeding</em> sows."</strong> Those forbidden, sullied, words were growled right next to the flustered Goddess ear.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">                                   </span><br/><br/>Balthus rolls: 1d20 Result: 11</span>