<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Balthus could feel her surrender. Literally. The shudder of pleasure that crept through her body, from top to bottom, as her poor hole was forced into a completely shuddering mess. It was something that, before, the Orc wouldn't even have cared to notice. The Orc would have been far to invested in getting off in that beautifully tight cunt, that making her cunt quiver would only <em>occur</em> to the Orc when he got to enjoy the way her cunt tightened up around him and massaged every inch of his girth to draw him deep into her soaked core. The Orc kept plunging himself into her, of course, making sure that the little Fox was fucked from the start to the end of her orgasm. Till the Orc knew her eyes were rolling into the back of her head and she was <em>losing</em> consciousness from having her core and cervix invaded by his girth. He pulled that fat, thick, cock straight out of her core.<br/><br/>Balthus knew she was bred. Before he would have been unsure. Made sure to pump the Goddess full of cum till he was certain she was knocked up. But not now. The Orc could feel it. The Orc knew that those few droplets of precum leaking from the tip of his cock, from that cockhead, were more than enough to impregnant the fox-idol. Those drops were all it had taken to leave her a quivering mess upon his cock. The Orc could tell that wet cunt of hers was desperate for cum, for more of his cock in her pure cunt, but the Orc refused to allow her. The strings of liquid clinging to the Orcs cock, thick strings that connected the Orcs cock to her drooling cunt.. were a mix of her juices or strings of thick precum that had leaked out of the Orcs dick. That's just how potent the Orcs cock was to these feeble Goddess. Which was exactly why the Orc pulled himself out of her, grabbing tight at that body of hers, as both the Orcs hands grabbed at the Goddess and dragged her drooling, but eager, mouth over to its cock. The Orc had her clean him, but that was it. He pulled his cock from her girth and then pulled her mouth away when the Orc was satisfied.<br/><br/>The Orc still hadn't cum.. but that was fine. The Orc knew there was another idol it could use to wet its girth.<br/><br/>The Orc left that quivering idol in her room, fingering herself and begging for the Orc. Broken. But the Orc had other things on its mind. The Orc had stolen the purity of so many Goddess now, received so many releases. Yet the Orc was still far from satisfied. Even the next idol wasn't something that would truly satisfy the Orc. The Orc had to much that was on its mind. Pounding so many Goddess into submission, breeding them, had altered the Goddess. One Orc wasn't meant to have so many free, available, cunts. Something in the Orc was changing. But for now, all the Orc wanted was to find something to finish <em>wetting</em> it's cock. It wandered through the palace, idly, till the Orc found the scent it wanted. The other idol. The Orc had wished it had brought something of the Fox's, something it could use to taunt the other idol. The old Balthus would have never considered something like that.<br/><br/>Balthus entered the room of Lia, the witch-idol it had spotted on the stage with Ria. The Orc barged into the room, but didn't wrap its mighty chains around the witch. Instead the Orc watched the woman, staring at her intently and with wide-eyes, its eager eyes watching along the length of that purple haired idol and recalling the way that curvaceous body had swayed on stage. The Orc knew what it wanted. It wasn't her in chains and being pounded. The Orc would pound her later. After it had some fun.<br/><br/><strong>"Fox cunt broke quick.. your turn.."</strong> The Orc spoke in a guttural tone, watching that witch-idol for any movement.</span>