<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em>Frustration.</em><br/><br/>That was the singular word that could be used to describe how Balthus felt in that moment. Not just at the fact that he'd been ripped out of the plane he was in.. but when the voice had decided to remove him from the plane. When he'd been right in the middle of a tongue bath by the three pristine Goddess' that now worshipped at his cock as part of their daily ritual. Balthus had quite a fun in the Burrow, and truthfully had no reason to leave. Not when he'd already found himself a place, with a certain buxom Goddess' that Balthus was quite happy to turn into a breeding brood for himself. The concerns of the voice were hardly important to an Orc that lived for nothing but the carnal satisfaction of release. Yet, regardless of what Balthus wanted, the Orc was ripped out of that plane and deposited into another with little warning other than the voice compelling him onward. The Orc didn't think it. But it was starting to considering the voice to be just another <em>arrogant cunt</em> like the Goddess' that had underestimated it.<br/><br/>The Orc arrived in the foreign plane, a plane far stranger to him than any of the others. The Orc could accept it, despite the strangeness. But for a creature whose main views were open plains, forests, and the burnt remains of villages.. a 'casino' was certainly overwhelming in appearance. Especially when the Goddess could see two dancing creatures, swaying their bodies in synchronization to the strange music, in attire that was <em>revealing</em> and mesmerizing. It certainly made the Orc focus on the two of them rather than the rest of the female crowd. Which was no doubt good.. considering the fact that the Orc was still in a bit of a high from its last victory. Had the fox and witch not decided to draw the Orcs attention with their voluptuous swaying bodies the Orc would have likely chained up the entire crowd and released its frustrations upon them.<br/><br/>The Orc's attention was instantly drawn to one figure in particular. The Fox Goddess. From the moment that blonde, busty, Goddess bowed to the crowd the Orc had decided that it wanted her for himself. It was right then that the Orc once again heard the voice.. and had to resist scoffing at how redundant the voice was. The Orc had already chosen its prey, it hardly needed a warning or to be urged forward. The Orc wasn't going to turn down another chance to plant its seed. That was its biological imperative. Yet Balthus was <em>semi-grateful</em> for the knowledge the voice passed along while urging him, directing him straight to the rooms in the Palace where the Orc would find its prey. The Orc disappeared into a corridor, emerging around ten minutes later in front of the room of it's victim.<br/><br/>The Orc would have arrived sooner.. but even with the map it had taken the Orc quite a bit of time to get a sense of direction. Plus.. while a map was useful it hardly helped the Orc's natural stupidity towards such things. Truthfully, the Orc had relied far more on its sense of smell than it had on the map.<br/><br/>The Orc also wasn't subtle.<br/><br/>It barged into the room of the <em>Goddess</em> it had chosen as its prey, Ria. As soon as the Orc entered into the room it's hand extended and those chains, chains that had in fact failed him against the Goddess Ana, extended from it's wrist and wrapped itself around the busty fox Goddess. A chain snaring between her full mounds, wrapping around them and no doubt making her breasts uncomfortably tight, as the other chains wrapped across her plump thighs to squeeze at her legs and force them apart. Once that curvaceous Goddess was forced down to her knee's, with her legs parted, the chain would slither across her wrists and take her hands binding them tight behind her back. The chain meant to entirely restrain her while she was on her knee's.. in front of the Orc that was slowly approaching her. That piece of leather in front of the Orcs crotch doing little to hide it's obvious erection, a result of having been pulled out of the Burrow while in the middle of something, and as it pushed that leather off to the side the Fox Idol would find herself on her knees in front of an enormous, Goddess-breaking rod. A rod that the Orc wasted no time in <em>plunging</em> into her mouth, forcing it open around his cock.. and giving her no time to adjust as the Orc buried that swollen dick all the way down her pretty throat. Inch after inch of that musky, swollen, cock disappearing down her throat till her now was practically against the beasts crotch as he forced the Goddess to deep-throat him within seconds of ensnaring her.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">                                    </span><br/><br/>Balthus chooses Ria, Fox Idol.<br/>Balthus uses Passive, Chains of Power, to shatter her defenses.<br/>balthus rolls: 1d20 Result: 13</span>