<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The Orc was ruthless with the way he pumped himself into her, using that body of hers as an Orc Sleeve. What a fine sleeve it was. A divine body reduced to nothing else other than his perfect little hole to pound however he wanted. He kept pumping that dirty Orc dick into her, despite the golden blood trickling from her cunt onto the couch. Her once pure, divine, hole now reduced to a wet-tunnel to be used and fucked however the Orc liked while keeping her locked in chains and in easy use. The Orc didn't even hesitate to keep pumping despite that initial resistance. Her purity unnoticed. All the Orc thought, or cared about, was using that body of hers. To the Orc she was neither a goddess nor a fresh virgin that was defiled, she was exactly what he was using her for. A perfect little sleeve for him to pump into until she was stuffed with his cock and cum.<br/><br/>Those hips continued to rapidly plunge down into her. The Orcs dirty green skin contrasting with her ever reddening ass. Not that her ass was all the Goddess had to worry about stinging. The orcs free hand was just as brutal as it skimmed that body of hers. The hand in her hair ensured her head wouldn't move, her screams of pleasure and excitement wouldn't be muffled even in the slightest bit, as his other hand found its way to those mounds of hers. His fingers actively dragging across those sensitive mounds, stroking them vigorously into his palm, while the tip of her buds were yanked and tugged by his vicious hands. The Orc thought those tits were perfect. Just not quite as large as they needed to be. The Orc would fix that. Once she was a breeding bitch those tits of hers would swell, the Orc thought. That was the Orcs only thought, making sure that body of hers was used as it should have been. As all women, Goddess or not, should have been. Orc breeding sleeves.<br/><br/>Balthus rolls: 1d20 Result: 20</span>