<div align="center">(https://a.wattpad.com/cover/189240244-352-k173808.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Brimstone. Ash. Fire. Anyone else might have found the burning of stray and wood to be irritating, even a bit distressing, but for an orc like Balthus that smell was practically incense. There was the sound of shouting, a bit of screaming, and the unmistakable sound of crying. This was what a pillage was like. Mixed in with all that baleful distress was the sound of pleasure. Pleasure that was coming from the same woman who'd been shouting in protest, who'd been screaming in hate at their attackers. That was another part of pillaging for orcs. Balthus was just one of many. One of dozens in the orcs raiding party that had stumbled on the small little hamlet. The men had been easy to kill.. they'd been so confident in defending their little town. All the party had sent out was a couple of orcs, two or three, to lure them in a sense of security. The men had just been so <em>eager</em> to have a kill, to show off for their women, that they'd come out in drones onto to be ambushed by the full raiding party. With all the men out in the open, with no chance for the men to escape or make preparations, the village was basically slaughtered and pillaged without any resistance.<br/><br/>There was some initial screaming, some whining and frantic running. But for the most part the females were all gathered up and <em>divided</em> up to the raiding party as spoils. There were a few stragglers who ended up running away, disappearing into the forest to hide or search for help. But that wouldn't change the fate of the poor girls that were in the town. The girls who'd be <em>conquered</em> and broken. When a battalion eventually arrived to the town, they'd only be there to recover the broken girls who'd been left, the ones that weren't impregnated by the orcs and dragged away to be breeding whores. But Balthus wouldn't have the pleasure of relieving himself in his own personal sleeve, one he'd get to drag back to his den. No. Balthus had a more unfortunate immediate future, though one could argue it was a thousand times better for Balthus. Balthus had been <em>mid-thrust</em> when he was summoned. He appeared before that strange goddess with that <em>leather</em> covering his cock. He was still stiff. Which was to be expected. He'd been about to feel a nice and tight cunt around his dick and had been looking forward to having a cunt milking him. But he was denied that pleasure. Instead he was confined and restrained in his trousers while standing before a woman that spoke down at him with revolution.<br/><br/>The orc did look at the woman on the couch with hungry eyes, he was unable not to. He was still thinking about the <em>trophy</em> that had been stolen from him. The ash-haired girl was speaking but the orc wasn't paying attention, he couldn't really focus with the other voice whispering in his head. He just didn't have the capacity to <em>pay attention</em> to both. Plus, it helped, that the orc agreed with the other voice. The cunt was arrogant. Laying there, on display. That arrogant cunt dared call herself a ruler? A ruler was strong. A ruler was a man. An orc ruled and everything the orc saw was his to own. This 'ruler,' that arrogant cunt, she <em>would</em> make a better sleeve for his cock. The Orc did look, in the direction the Goddess pointed at that wardrobe, before hearing that voice one final time prompting him to make a decision. It wasn't a decision though. The orc had decided right from the start. The moment the voice had spoken, called the goddess a cunt. The orc had chosen to relieve its aching cock rather than <em>serve</em>. An orc didn't serve.<br/><br/><strong>"Pik uhp?"</strong> The orcs voice as slightly slurred, a result of those incisors digging into the upper lip and creating a slight lisp in his words. Though that deep, innately masculine and monstrous voice certainly made up for the lisp. It certainly wasn't something a sane person would dare mock an orc over. That same monstrous being, brawny with its muscles bulging, charged straight towards the couch right after speaking the words. It didn't even care about being gentle once it reached the couch. Those thick, large, fingers grasped hold of the pointy-eared woman. Those fingers grasping at what was between the orc and the woman. What was between his dick and her cunt, those ash-colored clothes. The orcs fingers <em>ripped</em> that dress right off.. leaving the goddess in nothing except that necklace she'd been fiddling with. Soon as that dress was gone one of the orcs hands grabbed the top of the Goddess' head. Those fat fingers grabbing her ashen-hair between his fingers and pulling her hair, lifting her a few inches off the couch from that rough grab as the orcs other hand parted the piece of leather between his legs to reveal that <em>fat</em> and large dick. Not only standing completely erect but the tip leaking thick beads of precum.<br/><br/><strong>"Balthus no lissen to cunt. Cunt obey orc."</strong></span>