<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Needless to say, the Orc rather enjoyed this form of seduction, or teasing, or whatever the Goddess called it to justify her lewd behavior. An Orcs cock was the most sensitive point of it's entire body.. which said a lot for a hide that couldn't be pierced by most blades and a skull that could give diamonds a run for their money. Though rarely would anyone target the Orcs nether regions, of all places, rather they simply used <em>blunt</em> objects to bludgeon the Orc's soft interior. But that was something utterly different from what the Goddess was doing with her <em>devoted</em> worship to teasing him. It could only be called devoted worship.. the Orc didn't have another word to describe how insatiably she <em>dedicated</em> herself to riding him and staining her otherwise perfect and pristine form with something as lowly, and dirty, as the Orcs cock.<br/><br/>The more that gorgeously plump ass lowered itself onto it's cock, the more she rocked herself up and down it's swollen girth, the more the Orc's body tensed and swelled. The Orc had to try and keep its hands still.. a difficult task considering those swollen and large tits that were practically begging to the Orc to grab at them. But the hands remained at the Orcs side as that thick girth continued to twitch between her legs. Her actions causing the Orc to involuntarily twitch, and thrust, his hips actually reaching up towards her with his girth. It's fat, swollen girth, as the Orcs hips thrust would slide between her legs and across that beautifully rounded ass of hers. Yet that still didn't cause the Orc to unleash it's need on her. Somehow Balthus kept himself in check, allowed her to continue teasing.. almost unable to withstand the sensation of her bottom grinding onto his cock as those waves of electrical pleasure danced across him.. before she said those words.<br/><br/>If there was one thing the Orc loved to do, to broken and unbroken sleeves, it was to humiliate. It was in the Orcs mind to assert itself as the dominant species.. after all Orcs could breed with anything. Their genes were simply that good, that lasting and permanent.<br/><br/><strong>"Fox-Idol.. broke. She good sleeve. Beg Balthus for fuck."</strong> Those words the orc growled out, between deep gasping breaths as the Goddess lowered and rose her tender body on it's swollen rod. The Orc wanted her to know her friend had been destroyed. It wanted to taunt her with that knowledge. So it did.</span>