<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>"Arrogant cunt.. is good slut."</strong> The Orc growled the words, partially slurring them, as it agreed with the voice. Arrogant cunt. That was what the voice had called the Goddess and that was what Balthus had named her in lieu of actually hearing the Goddess name.<br/><br/>The orcs fat dick buried itself into that throat tunnel, using her mouth-pussy as its own personal little sleeve. After the first few thrusts, whether by result of the goddess own saliva of the excess precum leaking from the tip, that gargantuan rod was soon slick. Every inch dipped in that honey-like slickness that made it easier for Balthus to plunge his cock into her mouth, and down her throat. The wet squelch of his cock as it fucked her throat became louder, as did the bit of wheezing from her inhaling around his dick.<br/><br/>A wet <em>gurgling</em> sound was soon to follow as the creature kept pumping himself in and out of that mouth. All the excess saliva that pooled in her mouth, other than adorning his cock, had nowhere to go. His thick girth would keep her from properly swallowing.. so that saliva would just puddle in her mouth as he thrust resulting in that wicked sound. A sound that was no doubt filling her ears along with the sensation of his dick descending down her pretty throat. Of course when the orc was bobbing her back from his dick, leaving her throat, that saliva could leak out from her lips and drool down across her chin.. falling in droplets over her hefty tits or that pretty necklace around her throat.<br/><br/>Balthus only paid half attention to the voice. He was really far too concerned with the sweet sensation of that Goddess mouth and throat. Only a few minutes after the Orc started to use her throat, forcing her mouth to submit, the Orc was able to bring her lips all the way to the base of that gargantuan rod.. stretching her mouth and throat to accept his virile shaft. Her poor throat literally <em>bulging</em> from the inappropriate invasion as the Orc choked off her source of air.. making it so that even if she desperately inhaled through her nose the poor Goddess would be breathing in it's wretched musk. Then, the real torment started. Once the Orc had brought her mouth to the base.. each time it bobbed her head the orc also <em>thrust</em>, properly using her mouth and throat like it was a cunt. No gentleness in that vigorous pounding, just purposeful and ruthless thrusting.<br/><br/>Minute, after minute, of her mouth being used as a sleeve before the Orc did the unexpected and pulled her mouth from its fat rod. Her saliva clinging to every bit of the shaft, connected to her lips in thin ropes that gradually broke apart as that orc <em>slapped</em> it's cock against the Goddess cheek.<br/><br/><strong>Balthus rolls: 1d20 Result: 16</strong></span>