<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;">W</span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">hile she started to step backward, the Orc watched with slight amusement. He could clearly see the way her attention was focused upon its girth. Each inch of that cock actually throbbing, and twitching, as the Orc watched her sliding backwards. The Orc took advantage of that. The Orcs rod, the tip, dragged across her lower stomach before finally not touching her body. It stood like a spear jutting towards her, prepared to strike. Which was exactly what the Orc did, though perhaps not in the way that so many other <em>Goddess'</em> had experienced.<br/><br/>The Orc took a quick step forward. A really quick step forward. The Orcs thick, swollen, rod slowly plunged forward and inbetween her legs. The Orc wasn't fucking her, no. Instead the Orcs thick rod was now erect between her legs. It was bad enough the Orc had stepped forward, but now it meant that if she stepped backward his thick rod would once again drag over her inner thighs and her slit. Though the fact his green shaft was already rubbing her slit was hardly going to help matters.<br/><br/>Then there was the fact the Orc had so quickly stepped towards her. So quick, in fact, that the Orcs firm body was practically pressed right up against her. Her breasts, her curvy mounds, were shoved right up against his chest. That extremely muscular chest.<br/><br/><strong>"Don't think."</strong> The Orc growled the words, yet still didn't touch her with his hands.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">                                   </span><br/><br/>Balthus rolls: 2d20 Result: 4, 14<br/></span>