<strong>Balthus</strong>| HP: 2 MP: 2 | OT: 27/70 | GP: 80/100 | IMPREG: 40%<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">A</span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">fter looking at that Goddess gorgeous figure the Orc knew, for certain, that she was the perfect Goddess-cunt to be made into a breeding sow. Whether it was from those enormous cans, that were now decorated in a fine sheen of <em>sweat</em> and saliva along with was obvious red marks of abuse. Abuse that had come from the Orcs large hands. For other women, for Goddess, their tits were rarely full enough for the Orc to get a proper handful. In fact the Orc, rarely, had anything to grab upon. But for this Goddess-slut.. there was so much to grab. From the full, childbearing hips, and those large tits. The Orc was, truly, looking forward to keeping this <em>not so haughty</em> cunt as his breeding sleeve.<br/><br/>In fact, it was quite refreshing to just have a little hole that he could fuck, at his pleasure, without needing to worry about anything other than her servicing mouth. Well, almost. The Orc was starting to feel the effect of her body, her natural resistance, as the Goddess tried to lure him into sleep. The Orc wouldn't have any of that. Not at all. The Orc <strong>Purged</strong> itself of the Goddess slumber, as much as it could as least. Then the Orc reaffirmed his grip on the back of her head, tangling it firm into her hair, as that Orc redoubled his effort and started to plunge his fat rod in and out of her mouth and down towards the depth of her throat. The head of the Orcs cock constantly tapping against the recesses of her throat, stretching her mouth open as more of her tongue was bathed in the Orcs potent pre-cum.<br/><br/><strong>"Good breeding cow.."</strong> The Orc grunted the words, devoid of its usual slur as the Orc started to pump himself in and out of her little throat. The Orcs hand took a firm, hearty, grasp of those long locks of hair. His fingertips tangling, through her hair, wrapping it around his fingers and around his wrist as he kept <em>pumping</em> that pretty mouth. Only now the Orc made sure her mouth was brought all the way to the base, with her nose against the Orcs crotch. His thick musk no doubt flooding her senses with the Orcs potent, mind-altering, smell.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">                                   </span><br/><br/>Balthus uses <strong>Purge</strong><br/>Balthus rolls: 1d20 Result: 14</span>