<strong>Balthus</strong>| HP: 0/2 MP: 1/2 | OT: 40/70 | GP: 115/100 | IMPREG: 40%<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">B</span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">althus expected her to lure him back to sleep. It wasn't a surprise to the Orc. He'd already discovered all the tricks this Goddess had to <em>defeat</em> him and the Orc was beyond confident that she would break. There was a thought that he, Balthus, might end up passing out from exhaustion but he knew the Goddess would be broken and bred and when he awoke he would have fulfilled the task the voice had set him for the Isles. To conquer Azalea. Balthus knew the Goddess-cunt would be conquered. No, the only thing that the Orc cared about was how many times the Orc had <em>caused</em> the Orc to cum. Balthus planned on keeping this Goddess for quite a long time. She had such an exquisite cunt.<br/><br/>Her slutty hips, shaking and riding him, as more of his thick cum gushed out of her over-stuffed hole and started soaking his shaft, only causing the Orc to more wildly buck his own hips, even in that sleeping state. In the dream, the dream she forced on him, Azalea was riding the Orc with that divine body of hers. The Orcs hands grabbed, roughly, against the side of her tits and made sure they were being kneaded as the Orc forced her to ride all the faster. It was right when the Orc started to wake that the dream would shift, change, and despite the fact it was her that forced the Orc into the dream.. Azalea would clearly tell she was losing control. Because as the Orc awoke the Goddess was no longer riding him, in that dream, but bent over and on all fours with those gorgeous tits of hers dragging back and forth across the floor to her throne room as the Orc rammed into her from behind.<br/><br/>The Orc had taken control during the dream, and now, while the Orc was awake his hands grasped tight at that tender body of hers and started to <em>force</em> more pleasure upon the Goddess. Hands grabbed at her, squeezing her, taking full advantage of those enormous breasts. Breasts that would, in the coming weeks, swell as his seed grew in that womb of hers.<br/><br/>Balthus hips, now awake, started to vigorously pound himself into her. Repeatedly, with that cockhead constantly striking her womb.. actually forcing some of them cum trapped in her core to begin <em>leaking</em> out. She'd feel it then. The reason why battling an Orc was sex was destined to fail. The Orcs enormous rod, twitching inside her, swelled in size before finally exploding. Load, after load, of the Orcs thick cream poured into her as the Orc let out an <strong>Explosive</strong> shot inside her. Though, if she thought the orgasm the Orc would force out of her from the shot was the worst thing that happened to her. She was wrong. As that <strong>Savage Seed</strong> started to overstuff her already stuffed hole.<br/><br/>Her body had, really, been made the perfect <em>sleeve</em> for an Orc. There was no doubt. The copious amounts of cum leaking out of her core were proof of that. Even if she were to recover.. her womb and cunt were now the property of an Orc.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">                                   </span><br/><br/>Balthus uses <strong>Explosive Shot</strong><br/>Balthus activates passive, <strong>Savage Seed</strong><br/>Balthus rolls: 1d20 Result: 14</span>