<strong>"Yes.. come for."</strong>The Orc growled the words in acknowledgement. Its beefy hand reaching towards that tight-strung leather that was between its legs. The Orc freed himself, in all it's glory, before the witch-idol. A thick, swollen, and enormous rod was revealed to the purple-lipped beauty. It's green, and dark, nature in complete contrast to her lavender figure. The Orcs mighty organ was erect, having yet to experience release from the other idol before she had broken upon its rod. That was likely another reason the Orc mindset had started to dither. When a constantly orgasming Goddess wasn't enough to milk him, to give him pleasure, then the Orc needed to adapt to find it's pleasure.<br/><br/>It was hard to adapt. From the moment the<em>arrogant cunt</em>spoke, those purple lips moving in contest.. in challenge.. Balthus just wanted to summon its chains and ensnare the witch. The Orcs fist had clenched and those<em>wicked</em>chains were summoned. But they did not seek out the witch's body. Instead Balthus raised his hands, showing off the chains that had bound so many of her comrades as the Orc grunted.<strong>"You can fight.. be chained. Or.. you <em>surrender.</em>"</strong>Balthus stared intently at the purple beauty, waiting to see how she might react. The Orc was well aware that the easier option was just to bind her and begin fucking her.. but if she was anything like the fox then such a lesser Goddess wouldn't even allow him to cum until she'd long-since broken. That wasn't what the Orc wanted. There wasn't any satisfaction in cumming into a broken bitch.<br/><br/>He wanted to soak a Goddess in his seed, see her try to resist, see her with some semblance of sense still in her eyes before she realized inevitably. The Orcs tastes were changing.. and it would get what it wanted out of the witch. The problem. The Orc didn't really know how to threaten. Or even how to engage in debate with a Goddess of all things. The lengthiest conversations the Orc had were with other Orcs, all discussing the<em>breeding broods</em>they'd captured and comparing the sluts. A conversation with a woman was rare for any Orc, let alone one like Balthus that was a raider by trade. Even after entering the Goddess plane.. the conversations had been the same. Threats, pleas of 'no' or 'yes', and screams of ecstasy. The voice was the only thing Balthus had<em>communicated</em>with and that wasn't much either.<br/><br/><strong>"Fox cunt.. not good enough to pleasure. You're turn.. to pleasure."</strong>The Orc spoke the words, mildly slurring as he spoke. The Orc didn't notice, and neither would the Goddess who had only heard the Orc speak for the first time. But the slur in the Orcs voice, it's accent and guttural tone, all of it was miles different from the 'lengthy' conversation Balthus had with Irelia. It was almost like it was another person entirely from the same beast that had rampaged the Goddess that had summoned it. The fact it hadn't just grabbed her was proof enough of that. As was the next few words that left the Orcs lips.<strong>"Liked dance. Purple hair had nice ass."</strong>The Orc spoke the words, thinking it was giving off it's demand to Lia. Unaware that it's words were more of a puzzle than a demand.