<strong>Balthus</strong>| HP: 3 MP: 1 | OT: 0/70 | GP: 0/100 | IMPREG: 50%<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">T</span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">he Orc actually let out a feral growl at her decree. Balthus found it amusing, her insistence that she would bind him and have him rot away. It did let him know that there were at least some Goddess' that weren't complete sluts. In truth.. that only made her a more delectable prize. While an Orc certainly didn't mind having a flowing door of cunts to breed and stuff.. there were something far more alluring about a woman that struggled, resisted, and inevitably broke upon it's rod. The Orc could already imagine it, that curvy body of hers bending to its whim as she rode him to surrender. Those thoughts distracted the Orc as those icy chains slowly started to wrap around his wrist and ankle, trying to hog tie him like some sort of prisoner.<br/><br/>The Goddess was in for a terrible surprise if she thought her chains would be enough to hold him, if she dared to think it would give her enough time to call for help.<br/><br/>Rather, once the Orc realized she was trying to bind him, that <em>beast</em> involuntarily flexed. The numerous beefy muscles that covered the Orcs muscular figure bulged, swelling up, and causing those precious chains she used to snap. Shards of ice flew across the center of the vortex, some bits disappearing into the blizzard itself, before the Orcs right hand extended and reached up towards her. She was a good five or six feet in the air, out of reach of the Orcs hands.. and if she dared to believe that would keep her safe then she would once again be mistaken.<br/><br/>From the Orcs outstretched hands those thick <strong>Chains of Power</strong> shot out towards the sky. The chains, first and foremost, wrapping around her wings to bind them and stop her from her hovering. She wouldn't fall flat to the ground, the Orc wasn't so cruel, rather she'd fall right into the hands of the Orc right as the chains continued to slither over her lithe figure. The chains easily dipping underneath the long slit of her dress, cold metal across her curvy thighs, while other bits of the chains pushed underneath her flowing cleavage and over the top of her breasts.. causing her chest to stick out as a single chain wrapped itself around her throat.. right as the Orc unceremoniously dropped her onto her ass and forced her onto her knees in front of the 'degenerate' beast she'd mocked just moments before. <br/><br/><strong>"Weak."</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">                                   </span><br/><br/>Balthus rolls 2d10: Result: 5,5.<br/>Balthus breaks through Azura's Chains.<br/>Balthus rolls: 2d20 for pleasure. Result: 6, 12</span>