<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;">T</span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">he Orc could tell he had the poor Goddess on the ropes. It was all to obvious. Her lack of protests. Her lack of struggling. All the signs the Orc needed to ravage her. Yet the Orc still continued with this game, of pushing her until she reached a point where she'd take it on her own. Even referring to her fellow Goddess as breeding sows hadn't caused the Goddess to react.. Balthus was curious to see just how much the proud Knight-Goddess could take. No. Knight-Slut. The Orc couldn't help but correct himself inwardly. Each Goddess needed a proper title. Even if she wasn't yet behaving, or mewling, like a slut the Orc knew it was a matter of time.<br/><br/>The orcs firm hand on those Goddess-sized tits remained planted, firmly, on her mounds. It's groping and squeezing was relentless and quite purposefully slow. It didn't just maul her tits like an animal, though it was surely tempted, but instead used her awkward position to push her tits into his palm so that he could squeeze and knead purely accidentally and backhandedly. The hand on those wide hips wasn't being anymore polite, or generous, with the Goddess body. Since she'd gone through the effort of sliding her body forward, and even started rocking, the Orc was more direct. It took a firm grip of her hips and <em>eased</em> her body back and forth. So that the two of them were basically humping, stimulating his shaft and her slit with their rubbing appendages. The Orc could only wonder if she had noticed. That the wetness between them <em>wasn't</em> water. That the reason her panties were sticking to her, and soaked, was because of the honey she was leaking and had covered his shaft in.<br/><br/><strong>"Many others. They gave in. It natural. Orc's best at it.. So Goddess enjoy with Orc."</strong> The Orc spewed the words in her ear, growled, even though they were hardly proper sentences. The Orcs lust made it rather hard for it to think. While the Orc spoke, his hands made more bolder moves. The hand on those voluptuous tits squeezing, more roughly kneading, while the hand holding at her hips started to more <em>noticeably</em> slide her back and forth. Making it so there was no illusion, she was being fucked between her legs by the Orc in a rather brazen manner. To seal the deal.. the Orc even lowered it's head down, forcing it's tongue into the Goddess mouth as it took her in a rather explicit kiss.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">                                   </span><br/><br/>Balthus rolls: 1d20 Result: 10<br/>Balthus rolls: 1d20 Result: 4</span>