<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The was both delighted, and frustrated, in the surrender that Lia gave him. His orgasm came with satisfaction, true satisfaction. After all the little Goddess-sleeve had actually gotten him to cum, rather than to just break upon his cock without milking out an orgasm. However the delight he got from that was short-lived. Needless to say, as a breeding creature of humiliation, the Orc was looking forward to seeing her reaction to being <em>stuffed</em> with cum. To see her disgust, her ashamed arousal or enjoyment in being flooded with Orc cum, or just to watch her whimper in shame and beg for him not to flood her cunt again. Balthus got none of that, however.<br/><br/>The Goddess-idol became a breeding-bitch upon his cock with that first orgasm. There was no time to take a look at her shame or humiliation since her entire body, and mind, soon turned into a puddle upon his cock as she was forced into orgasm, after orgasm, by his potent seed. The Orc didn't even get to savor her face, her possible fear, at having an Orc turn her into a breeding sow. Instead he watched as those eyes of hers rolls to the back of her head and her body become a rag-doll as she started to unconsciously hump his swollen rod. That thick swollen rod constantly pumping in and out of her, by the natural movement of her hips. Hips, and body, that now knew their place. Their proper place.. as a sleeve for the Orcs cock. Her body had accepted her as his sleeve. The perfect sleeve to pleasure an Orcs cock.. and that an Orcs cock was the only thing her body would be good for.<br/><br/>The Orc was quite content to just keep her in his lap there, letting her hips ride him in her unconscious state. How delightful would it have been when she regained consciousness, hours later, and found herself still riding that thick and swollen rod that she so desperately craved. But, Balthus didn't get that satisfaction either. Instead, strangely, the fuck took more out of him than it should have. It started to deprive him of his sight, his eyes fluttered as darkness slowly crept over his eyesight, before his eyes actually closed and the Orc drifted off into that same unconscious state. The Orcs thick cock was still buried in the Goddess-idols cunt, and the Orcs cock wasn't losing its stiffness with a wet cunt around it. Even in that state of them both being passed out.. the poor girl's cunt was <em>still</em> sliding up and down his cock as her unconscious hips rode the cock her body was so desperate for.<br/><br/>The voice. That was what Balthus heard as he came to. That Arrogant voice. The Orc let out a slight grunt as it shifted in that sofa, deciding to remain seated, as the Orc let out a growl as it slurred out a response. <strong>"Mmph.. Orc was enjoying Goddess-bitch. What you want, voice?"</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">                                    </span><br/><br/>Balthus chooses +10 Orgasm Threshold.<br/>Balthus chooses skill, Clarity.</span>