Borsk wiped the spittle from the back of his cheek, then cuffed the girl with the same hand.  It was an idle backhand for the mighty orckin, but it threw the spy to the ground.<br/><br/>Luca shook his head, seeming amused, but disaproving of the unrefined behavior.<br/><br/>The orckin pounced on the assasin and shredded her remaining clothing from her body with quick jerks.  He pinned her shoulder to the ground as his huge hand mualed her breast, then went for the sacred place Luca had already profaned. Indeed, the teifling amused himself as he watched by smugly licking the proof of her forced arousal from his fingers.