<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The Orc was examining the various women on the beach, those gorgeous Goddess that didn't meet his eyes nor look at him. Those Goddess who ignored his existence. He knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that each of those women were potential targets. Humiliating any of them would have brought him satisfaction. To break a breed a Goddess so haughty, so arrogant, that she didn't even look at a lesser being. Breaking a Goddess like that would bring the utmost joy to the Orc. The Orc found another target though. Not one of the Goddess who ignored him.. but the Goddess who made the mistake of looking at him. A Goddess who had another that resembled her. A sister perhaps? Maybe mother. It was impossible to tell the age of the Goddess and they all looked so filled with youth that the Orc had no way of telling what their relationship was. Either way, Kara, had made the fatal mistake of getting the Orcs attention. Now the Orc wouldn't be satisfied with anything less than taking care of both Goddess.<br/><br/>That Orc, filled with confidence after it's last conquest and no longer in quite such a <em>mood</em> for destruction, approaching the two Goddess until he was barely standing a couple of feel from them both, Just the Orcs feet in the lukewarm ocean while the two sisters were still partially submerged, at thigh-depth, in the waters constantly shifting waves.<br/><br/><strong>"Why draw that?"</strong> The Orc spoke, in almost what seemed like a taunting manner. The grunt gone. The slurring heavily reduced. It was actually comprehensible, understandable, and so terribly arrogant. The Orc had a hand extended, a finger pointed at the sword that Kara had dared to pull out. <strong>"Your friend.. she broke. She knew blades useless. Magic useless."</strong> The Orc continued as it's hand lowered, reaching down to the piece of leather that was covering his waist. His fingers dipping underneath the leather, giving it a firm tug, and freeing that gargantuan rod. That thick, green, pole that had yet to blow a load since his reawakening.<br/><br/><strong>"You plan to tire yourself with sword? Make yourself easier to fuck?"</strong> The Orc once again taunted, humiliating the girl with the sword for her decision. The Orc could have just as easily taken hold of its chains and captured them both. But the Orc decided against it. Instead the Orc wanted to see how the Goddess would behave when threatened. Surely, they knew that their companion had failed. That the Orc hadn't even cum, hadn't been weakened, and that they wouldn't fair better. Besides, after Lia, the Orc was more invested in knowing what the Goddess had to offer. Since, in the end, the Orc would fuck them one way or another. No matter how powerful or proud they pretended to be.<br/><br/><strong>"Well?"</strong> The Orc taunted again, as the hand that had freed its girth from confinement actually started to stroke at that <em>thick</em> rod. His muscular fingers jerking at his cock while he looked at those curvaceous bodies displayed before him.</span>