<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">That Orc used her once lovely mouth as nothing more than a sleeve. The silver haired beauty, the Goddess, was reduced to nothing but a pleasure sleeve for the Orc to enjoy. Enjoying her throat was exactly what Balthus had in mind. From the way the orc plunged into that pretty throat, his thick cockhead stretching that mouth and throat of hers open as his cock sunk all the way into the depths of her throat and brought the haughty goddess all the way to the end of his dick. Till her sacred lips were at the base and the poor Goddess was reduced to doing <em>nothing</em> other than swallowing that cockhead. Even a Goddess, with all her magic, had no way of fighting against the Orcs natural odor. From that thick Orcish musk which ruined her nostrils and <em>soaked</em> into her mind. From the way that orcs <em>gargantuan</em> rod stretched and modified her poor throat.. all the natural pheromones that were on his dick were forcefully ingested by her while that thick dick leaked it's pungent taste across her tastebuds.<br/><br/>So nit was hardly a surprise that the poor Goddess ending up squirting herself, crying out in orgasmic bliss across that swollen cock, ruining her panties and making it obvious that the Goddess really was a broken mess as her body was reduced to that of a whore. The sounds she made. The orgasm from tasting the orcs cock. That fat meat. It had reduced the haughty goddess into nothing but a drooling sleeve as her mouth-tunnel was used continuously used and pumped before the Orc decided he wanted more than just that drooling mouth.<br/><br/>Balthus pulled his thick cockhead from her lips, completely withdrawing it from that soaked mouth of hers, and taking a fistful of her hair. The Orc slapped that repugnantly large cock across her cheek. The constant dribble of precum leaking from the tip no doubt smearing across her cheek. <strong>"Breed time.."</strong> Balthus slurred the words as he yanked her head and pulled the Goddess back onto the ornate couch she'd been stripped from. Only now she was lying face-first in the couch, breasts shoved into the mattress and her delicate ass raised in the air. The Orc kept one hand on the back of her head, tangled in her hair, and making sure her body had little wiggle room as that other hand descended between her legs and yanked at those pretty thighs. Thick fingers squeezing her thighs, pulling her legs apart and further lifting her ass.<br/><br/>It wasn't long after Balthus positioned her that the Orc bucked his hips forward, plunging that fat dick deep into her <em>drooling</em> little hole. That wet tunnel of hers, even tighter than that pretty throat, massaged each inch of his dick as he shoved into her. Though what might be of real concern to Irelia, before she started to lose her mind, was that with every inch of Orc dick that was plunged into her more of that wet <em>cunt</em> would be stretched and forever molded to the Orcs unreasonable girth. The cock inside her. The cock twitching against her walls. It was unreasonably large. So large that finding a substitute for an Orc dick would only come from more perverse creatures. Much like what the orc had slurred before rolling her over.. this was a dick meant for breeding. For plunging deep in female bodies and making sure they were stuffed with cum till there was no hope but to be bred. That was what the dick inside her would do. It would break her.. until the Goddess no longer cared about being worshipped.. but was only concerned about worshipping that mighty Orc cock.<br/><br/>Balthus rolls: 1d20 Result: 1</span>