How to wake a drowsy orc

[2018-06-11 07:59] Laihra Lapis makes out with her lips. c:
[2018-06-11 08:01] Lagorel Skullcrusher rolls her hips, grinding that pouting pucker back into Laihra's smooch~
 [2018-06-11 08:10] Laihra Lapis rolls her eyes and spreads those slightly tacky, sweaty green cheeks apart, exposing the phat, pouting set of ass lips that lay within. That wrinkled, dark green orifice seemed to glisten with natural butt grease as well as with drooling ass slime that peeked out the center of it. The goth leaned forward and shoved her nose into that musky shitter and snorted hard, feeling that addictive aroma waft into her nostrils and make her mind go blank. There was absolutely nothing more important than worshipping this obscene, puckered shitter and showing this orcish goddess what she deserved. The goth shuddered as she finally breathed out, having held her breath in for as long as possible while snorting those ass lips. "Nff... Fuck." she whispered before immediately going in for another hit while spreading Rel's ass cheeks further apart to get just that much closer, embedding her little nose deeper into the drooling butthole.
[2018-06-11 08:26] Lagorel Skullcrusher promptly stops dithering the moment her meaty haunches are peeled apart, the exposition of her bloated shitter accompanied by the sound of sticky flesh being pried away from that which it's adhered to. The result of that excavation is a spread cleft of increasingly dark green meat, glistening with sweat and more than a bit of oily residue culminating in that tumescent set of swollen 'lips' that the goth so unabashedly presses her nose right up into. Rel wasn't usually in the position of being caught off guard, let alone showing a more effeminate side of herself, but she also wasn't usually bent over a desk with her ass in the air, least of all with that butt getting huffed by such an eager beauty. So, in the vein of keeping things unusual, Rel doesn't so much fight the way things are going, and just leans in, for once, her lips parting, her jaw going slack, her back arching as she pushes her chest into the tabletop below with a luxuriant moan. Even as one hand is spread flat, jammed into the wood beneath it, the other is reaching back, thick, calloused fingers winding their way into pitch black hair as the orc lifts her hips, forcing that held open ass right back into the face buried within it. Sighing heatedly into the hard surface before her, the massive woman hauls the goth deeper, pulling on the girl's hair when she feels that hot exhalation against her swollen taint, cramming Laihra's head so tightly against that greasy green flesh that she'll have little choice but to keep breathing butt, what with her nose being dug so deep into one and her mouth being forced flush against the taut skin beneath while a heavy pair of balls churn just under the girl's chin.
[2018-06-11 08:41] Laihra Lapis was in fucking heaven. This is what she was meant for, as nothing more than an orc ass snorter, worth nothing more than to huff the aromatic secretions from a musky green shitter. Her nose wriggled its way between the phat tertiary flesh that surrounded that wrinkled fuckhole and wedged itself in Rel's most personal, private spot. She didn't care anymore, about anything else that is. All that she lived for now was worshipping this goddess of a woman and adoring that greasy fuckhole like the manifestation of orcish superiority that it was. The goth breathed again, continuing to overload her brain with mind-melting pheromones like an opiate drug. Laihra's grip almost slipped as she shivered as the effect of that musk overflowed her neurons once again, quickly recovering it and holding those phat green butt cheeks apart as her nose finally left that drooling fuckhole, her nose even holding onto a stray strand of butt grease as it departed. "Fuck... I love your asshole..." she muttered, unable to place a title in her mind for Rel. It didn't matter for now, though. The goth then leaned in one more time, but instead of planting her nose back into that set of ass lips, she placed her lips around the thicc rim and pressed firmly into it, humming like the gleeful, asshole-addicted whore she was before pulling away and admiring the deep black lipstick mark she left. "Now everyone will know what I do for you.~" she giggled, kissing that divine asshole yet again, daring to slip her tongue out and taste some of the sweat, grease and ass slime that lay there. At once, the same effect that Rel's musk had through the goth's nose happened again, amplified by the palate-cleansing mixture as her brain continued to get reprogrammed to do nothing but worship orc ass. The goth shuddered and let go of one of the butt cheeks, opposite to where Rel's hand was and she began to cup those heavy, cum-filled nuts and massage them.
[2018-06-11 09:09] Lagorel Skullcrusher could hardly have imagined that passing out bottomless atop a table would mean waking up to the debauched sound of such an intensely sloppy anal respiration, but she was hardly going to deny the woman behind her if she wanted to drawn herself in the inhuman musk of an orkish ass. Of course, just because she didn't plan to stop the goth right from the the outset didn't mean Rel was going to let her stay free to make her own decisions about how best to go about devoting herself to that rump, but for the moment, she's content to let things be. After all, the vibrations of air being sucked off the rim of her slightly parted, puffed up asshole wasn't something Rel had much of a mind to pass up, not with the way it had her dropping cock throbbing and stiffening below the table. The sweaty reek of orkish haunches was hardly something to laugh off, of course, and the fact that the woman bearing down on those thick flanks was only just faltering a touch despite the fact that her every breath was positively humid with the swampy crotch scent radiating up from that peeled open cleft did plenty in it's own right to let Rel know just how much of a keeper this girl really was. But more importantly, it let her know she could get away with a fair bit more than she might with other, less willing participants; a fact evidenced twofold by the kiss that gets lavished upon that puckered green orifice and the sweet words that come next, laying like a sugary glaze atop the out and out perversion of the actions they refer to.

The goth doesn't have long to fondle either of the nuts that'd likely each be too much for her to hold in a single palm, before Rel grunts, releasing Laihra's hair and stepping forward all at once. In a series of swift, brusque movements, the towering shemale's turned about to face her damp faced companion, reached out to clap a broad hand down upon her shoulder, pulled the human down onto her knees and dragged her forward even as the orc herself eases back, pressing her lower back to the lip of the table as she spreads her legs. The hand at Laihra's shoulder slides along her collar to cup the side of her face while the orc's other hand scoops up her pendulous sack, lazily lifting her nuts out of the way to once more reveal the now flexing hole beneath. Smiling tuskily down at her companion, Rel pushes, abs tightening, breath huffing through her nose as she 'blows' her friend a kiss, bulging her greasy rim outward to make that lip-print bow out appropriately, green giving way to a faint pink as a rivulet of clear slime dribbles out over that lower 'lip' that's been painted on, "Well? What are you waiting for? Get over here and give Daddy a kiss~!"
[2018-06-11 10:01] Laihra Lapis was letting her brain wander deeper into this ass-induced trance, tunnel-visioned and blurry except at the center of her field of view; square on with Rel's musky fuckhole as she continued to press her lips to it in a show of loving, depraved devotion. But then she was suddenly moved from her position, shoved down by the shoulders so that she barely caught herself into a deep squat. "H-huh?" she asked as she was shaken out of her ass-addicted reverie, watching with confusion mixed with impatient lust as the tall green orcess lifted her pendulous ballsack upward as she leaned on the table and flexed. That fat set of dark green butt-lips tightened then began to sink downward, extending a half inch or so, drooling a thick glob of ass-slime from within itself, clear and slightly off white in coloration. Laihra needed absolutely no further encouragement, as she had hardly never seen that orcish asshole look so delectable. "Hnn... Yes Daddy.~" she purred, shifting forward and opening her mouth to actively catch that chunk of ass meat in her mouth, slurping the rope of slime down like it was cum.

At the same time, her nose was pressed firmly against the crease where Rel's nutsack met her taint, overloading the goth with even more mind-numbing pheromones. "I fucking LOVE your shithole, Daddy!~" she groaned, slipping her tongue around the distended area to circle it and give it a proper polishing. Over and over she went, slowly smoothing out the wrinkled shitpipe until it'd be completely wrinkle-free and shiny with spit, ass-slime and caked on sweat for polish. The goth's own orifices too began to drool thick, syrup-like arousal from within themselves, her pussy oozing lazily falling drops of clear cunt fluid as her asshole did the same, leaving two distinct wet spots in her yoga pants. Laihra continued to slather that asshole with even more saliva, daring to dip her tongue within the center to gradually access the depths of the orc's rectum where even more precious rectal slime lay. She was perhaps a bit too eager to get at it, as her feverish breaths occasionally pushed air into the orc amidst the licks and snorts. What goes in must eventually come out, but it was a question of when this would be, given that Laihra was doing a splendid job of loosening her new owner's distended fuckhole.
[2018-06-11 10:44] Lagorel Skullcrusher lets a luxuriant sigh slip from between her lips as the goth squatting before her presses her way up under those lifted orbs, prompting the orkess to shift her grip, keeping those churning tanks held aloft with some support from behind even as she lets them slip to either side of the bridge of the nose now teasing at her perineum. The moment those black painted lips meat the meaty green ones sitting squarely between Rel's thick cheeks, she relaxes, letting that lightly distended shitter draw back, giving the kneeling slut between her legs something to chase as the off-color ooze drooling out of her mars the gloss on those puckered cockcushions. Slightly pointed ears twitching as she hears the muffled admission rise up from around the swell of her sack, the orc grins to herself and mutters absentmindedly, "Of course you do...but if you've got time to tell me so, you should be showing me, instead." With that, the hand on Laihra's cheek shifts back, fingers cradling the back of the woman's skull, hair tangled around broad viridian digits that drag the lustful supplicant up into the object of her worship. She couldn't see it, of course, but with a whiff of flared nostrils, the orc gets all the evidence she needs, smelling the faint taint of feminine need in the air that signals the doubtless puddling between the goth's legs, and if the girl was going to get off to nothing more than getting a little affectionate with the increasingly sloppy buttcunt she was so happily making out with, then the orc was only going to up the ante.

Slipping her hand out from behind her taut sack, she lets the weight of her sweltering cum factories pull them down even as she adds to the pressure at the back of Laihra's head, mashing those overproductive testes into the squatting acolyte's face as her fingers curl around the throbbing girth of the emerald cock now jutting up above the goth's head. Wrist twisting, the orc begins to lazily stroke the caked on leavings of her last conquest across her turgid length, coaxing a growing bead of syrupy liquid arousal from the pouting slit of her foreskin veiled organ, each slow tug drawing her nuts up over Laihra's eyelids only to send them drooping back down when she pulls hard enough to peel back that hood of taut leather, sending another burst of overbearing prickstink up into the stale air. Lifting a leg, Rel drapes it over Laihra's shoulder, her right calf slipping its way along the crest of the woman's spine as the orc bends her knee, pulling her new pet closer as she begins to undulate with an effortless lethargy, sawing her pulsing, spit buttered fuckhole back and forth over the tongue trying to catch at the inside of that salty, sweaty rim. Chest rising and falling with shallow pants, forehead beading with the beginnings of a sheen of sweat, cheeks hot and flushed, Rel rocks her hips, fucking her asshole into the mouth sloppily pushing the errant breath up into her guts while she smears the underside of her leathery pouch over every inch of that pale face she can reach, marking the communicant with the pungent, virile scent of her new diety, ensuring that even if the goth manages to pull herself away, anyone who gets anywhere near her will know just how intimately she's gotten to know one of her orkish superiors.
[2018-06-11 11:12] Laihra Lapis was going to go braindead from the constant sensory barrage she was experiencing, from the pestilent ball funk assailing her nostrils to the salty, musky flavor of the superior's half-distended and well loved shitpipe. It all was making her want to overwhelmingly submit and submit and submit. It was as if her mind was stuck in a feedback loop where the only message blaring in her mind was "WORSHIP. WORSHIP. WORSHIP." She continued to slather that musky rim with saliva, kiss-marks that smeared slowly over time and progressively deeper tonguing. Speaking of, the wriggling pink muscle started to make headway past the second part of Rel's rim, plumbing ever deeper into that orkish rectum where more addictive fuck-fluids lay in wait. It took some persistence, but getting past that interior ring was surprisingly difficult, despite the fairly obvious use that Rel got out of her asshole. It made Laihra wonder what lucky being got to make such a divine woman submit for them, if only just so she could be first in line to suck up the aftermath of the wreckage.~ She shuddered hotly, suckling lewdly on that puffy, smooth rim, drinking what morsels of anal slime she could pull from it before shoving her tongue deeper and deeper, all while her nose was buried against that emerald cock.

The goth reached upward and began to stroke that divine endowment, sliding her pale fingers over along its deep green surface, pushing the multitude of veins that networked across it in and out of her way, using the drooling pre-ballsnot that oozed from that piss-slit to lube her way. She had no intention of worshipping that obscene Ork dick just yet; all of her attention was focused on exalting that drooping set of ass lips for the god-like manifestation of perfection that it was. "Nnf... Call me a names..." she muttered softly, trying in vain to sound dignified through her beg. How she had gone this long without submitting herself to her green-skinned betters was beyond her - now all she cared about in her life from now on was spreading the obsession she found herself caught up in; an obsession with worshiping these fat-dicked, ass-lipped green-skinned goddesses as the divine fixtures of perfection they all were. ALL Orks were better than her in her eyes. Being allowed to worship one in this way was a privilege that she should count herself lucky for. "Nff... You're my fucking God, Daddy." she groaned, stroking that superior length with even more religious fervor. She'd found a faith to throw her lot in with, and she was going to make sure she prayed a lot.

[2018-06-13 11:55] Lagorel Skullcrusher is jarred from her lazy, laid back, boozy fuzz of a mood with each muffled statement that manages to press its way past the burdensome swell of her musk wreathed balls, those delectably submissive words making the orc's ears twitch and swivel, straining to hear more. Alas, no more appears to be forthcoming right at the moment, but that wasn't so bad, after all, if the squatting goth really had come to venerate an orc as her better, her deity, even, then who was Rel to give her any less than exactly what she'd made this pilgrimage for in the first place. With a sneer spreading her lips taut across her lightly yellowed tusks, Rel growls down at the woman beneath her, "Names? You were snorting the sweat off my asshole before I even knew you were behind me...You're a pig, a slutty little sow," her words have grown soft, sibilant, and ever so slightly rasping, her voice carrying a vague threat in its tone, despite the increasingly lustful content of her speech, "and filthy orkish fuckpigs don't get names." Lurching forward, Rel lets up on the force she's exerting in her corded quads, letting them relax as she shifts her weight, slouching down into the woman between her legs, pressing some of her bulk right down into the mouth so busily appreciating that coriaceous emerald orifice, one hand gripping the back of Laihra's skull and dragging her that much more forcefully up into the crotch bearing down at her as the other rises, releasing the orc's prick as the subservient human curls her own dainty fingers around that rugged girth. Extending a finger, Rel sighs her pleasure up into the growing miasma radiating out from her bare, heated groin, touching her digit down upon the lightly parted slit of her viridian member, pushing just hard enough to press the pad of her fingertip down into that drooling opening just enough to force the head of her aching erection to dimple lightly under the pressure. Grinding her finger downward, she let's her eyes flutter shut as she loses herself to the sensations coursing through her nethers, sitting herself down into the tongue excavating her slimy shitpipe even as she mashes herself back up into the finger corking the building tide of hot, syrupy pre boiling its way up her length. Before long, Rel's breath has started to grow shallow, her chest barely moving as she half holds her breaths, hips twitching as the pressure builds, the already tumescent cumvein that runs the course of the underside of her cock slowly expanding, distending against the human palm sliding over its oily contours. Eyes flashing open once more, the orc lets out a low groan, followed by a heated pant, "Unnnfffh...you'll have to e-earn a name...but a baptism should come wi-with a title, shouldn't it, fuckmeat?"

With that, Rel eases up on her own erection, pulling her finger up just enough to let a veritable flood of stinking, pungent, ever so slightly cloudy orc pre hammer up into her digit, only to pour back down over the throbbing pillar of distended, vein riddled potency beneath. The orc's nuts surge, palpitating insistently against the goth's face as the spire above positively fountains, a burbling stream of sweltering liquid lust drenching shaft, human hand and balls alike before spilling over to stream across the bridge of Laihra's nose, washing down her cheeks and further still to coat her gorgeously proportioned bust. Even as that deluge of heated arousal oozes over the squatting slut, Rel draws her finger back completely, hips rocking as she grabs the edge of the table behind her for support, pumping her asshole into the tongue punching up into it even the rigidity of her maleness erupts above, launching thick streamers of orkish pleasure into the air, heavy dollops raining down upon the floor behind Laihra, the more weakly blasted, weightier ropes falling shy and splattering their way through raven tresses and over a pale forehead. On the tail end of the orc's pseudo-climax, Rel's bleary, lust blurred vision focuses, her enjoyment giving way to intention as she relaxes her muscles, sighing throatily, "Now...show your devotion to God and take communion, meat..." With that, the orc tilts her head back, lips parted, jaw slack, breathing her release up toward the rafters as the asshole she's been clenching and flexing up to this point yields to the tonguing being so devotedly lavished upon it, that puffy ring yawning wide as the Rel let's Laihra's own breath wash back over her, a sloppy sigh of air rolling out of those green framed, pink tinged guts. With an abrupt push, those depths flex, clapping together wetly, that suddenly constricted fuckhole squirting a splash of the human's own spit back over her lips and across her chin, that blast of saliva a bit more viscous than it had been upon entry, thanks to the bit of buttslime now muddled within it.
[2018-06-13 12:24] Laihra Lapis shuddered with every passing, dismissive remark that her new God spat at her. Yes, she didn't deserve a name. She was nothing. She was nothing without her Daddy, her viridian-skinned deity, nothing without her role bestowed upon her. That gothic cunt was juicing itself, drooling thick, sloppy arousal from itself alongside her equally overused shithole, all to the tune of Rel's groans and degrading comments. Laihra was no longer herself. She was just an inferior, pink-skinned fuckpig for her Orkish master. She responded to those comments by spitting loudly onto the formerly wrinkly asshole, coating it with even more dripping saliva before sucking the freshly-imbued liquid off, before repeating the same action again and again. That dark-green, distended pucker was all she lived for now. Getting to slather its surface with worshipful, spit-coated licks and plumb the insides for more of the Ork's naturally occurring ass-slime was the only thing that mattered to the gothic piece of fuckmeat. Nothing was more important than exalting Rel as the pinnacle of perfection she was. Even being allowed to worship that moss-colored shithole was far more than a worthless pig like Laihra ever could deserve. And then the Orc's self-evoked pre-slop began to ooze from her lip-like piss-slit, drooling out in a slow deluge of pseudo orgasmic fuck juice that oozed down the goth's forehead, across her nose and all over her face. God, the smell was unlike anything the goth had ever experienced, having the same base aroma as the rest of Rel's person, but with that distinct, cum-like twist that was laden with more pheromones. The goth's senses were going wild. Everything, from what her God commanded unto her, to her moans, both self-induced and thanks to the goth, to the flavor of her shitpipe were progressively rewiring the white girl's brain. Nothing else mattered. No one except for Rel mattered. WORSHIP. WORSHIP. WORSHIP. Her mind was constantly broadcasting that body-wide message into every corner of her psyche. There was no 'quiet place' for the goth to ever retreat to now, as it all had been corrupted by emerald-skin.

She shuddered and doubled her tongue-fucking efforts as more of Rel's pre-cum pissed out of her viridian fuckspire, landing wetly on the floor, the goth's face and her hair. But as if that weren't enough, the fuckmeat's overeager tongue fucking and deep rectal rimming, for all of the sloppy moans, smacks and breaths, finally had unintentionally filled Rel's colon with air beyond what it's capacity could manage, and it all finally erupted from her, expulsed from her clapping rectal walls in a deep, colon-vibrating belch. This being, one that the goth previously had dismissed as a fine specimen of an ultimately inferior race, whether she'd admit that or not, had forced an anal queef onto the goth's unfortunate tongue, blowing back at her the sum of her breath and the aroma of those orcish depths. It was the same musky, cum-like aroma of her nutsack and asshole but even more intense. "Nnffuh... Thank you Daddy." the fuckmeat groaned out, shoving her tongue as deep as it'd go, using all of the fresh ass-slime upon it to delve ever deeper. "I'm nothing without you, God." she declared, not even the least bit ashamed of that. "I live for worshiping your superior, divine asspipe, Daddy. You can do anything you want to me. I'll always keep licking you, worshipping you like a good fuckmeat!" For the goth to be pushed this far, to be this caught in her own lust, was a marvel. She was perversely in love with Rel's entire self, but concentrated on conveying her affections by focusing on her most intimate, 'filthiest' spot, as was worthy of a worthless piece of meat. "Nngh... Give me more... <3" she purred, attempting to force more air into Rel's rectum once again like a little fucking whore.
[2018-06-13 13:12] Lagorel Skullcrusher simply couldn't get enough of the adherent between her legs. Despite how painfully aroused she was, regardless of just how much her cock ached to pound the lesson of orkish superiority into the smooth skinned, pale woman below, there was just something so...alluring about the way the human was to quick to denigrate herself. The eagerness in that self deprecation had the Skullcrusher giddy with excitement and every whorish, genuine, unabashed admission to be spoken right up into the orc's puffy doughnut had her that much more eager to let the human revere her emerald hued, musclebound physicality. With one leg already draped over the goth's back, it's not terrible difficult to swing the other over as well, the orc hunching forward as she pulls herself onto her feet. Hips slipping forth, Rel repositions herself, half crouching directly over her devotee, one hand still clutched in those now matted, pre marked locks. Muscles shifting, she settles her haunches lower, seating herself upon the head she forces back, pressing upon the goth until the woman's face is stilted straight up, the back of her head pushed down into her spine, the orc's weight shoving its way down onto the pink skinned acolyte as Rel huffs, "Nothing...That's right, you're nothing. Nothing but whatever I think you're fit for." With a grunt, the orc pushes once more, an obscene 'sThwoooupp' sounding out as creamy orc bowels surge and another wash of air and spit is deposited across Laihra's lips and into her mouth, the fetor of those delightfully aromatic bowels painted across the worshipper as Rel rolls her hips, smearing her balls over the visage beneath. With her left hand wrapped in the goth's hair, the orc uses her right to press upon her own orbs from above, mashing them into the face below as she languidly moves, besmirching the upturned mask of dignified makeup, smudging dark eyeliner and mascara through pale foundation, blurring the distinct edges of those black glossed lips as the orc wipes her nuts across her new plaything, stripping away dignity and painting on a humiliating coating of nutstink and crotch funk as she gives the communicant her first sacred makeover. "Whenever I'm done with you, you'll walk the streets cloaked in my stink, painted in my sweat, your every breath either thick with the smell of orc dick, or dripping with the scent of the asshole you're going to spend the rest of your life eating meals out of." Her words are a lusty, impassioned rasp, pushed through gritted teeth as she continues to saw her groin back and forth across the woman beneath her, "People will look at you and turn away in shame, or spit on you out of spite," Her own words seem to be turning the orc on even more, her cock jumping occasionally, blowing the odd rope of steaming pre across the floor or down the goth's back as the domineering orc works herself up into a frenzy, "And when you come back to me, to worship your God, you can show me just how well you know your place, and if you please me, that shame and loathing will be washed away with whatever amount of my divine seed you can manage to coax out of me."

Lost in her own reverie, Rel's barely paying attention, bubbles of spit and slime drooling out of her wrinkled fuckhole and over the goth's chin as she finally draws back, hoisting her cock up in one hand, pumping at it roughly in her fist. Leering down at the mess of a woman beneath her, Rel abruptly hefts her organ before smacking it down squarely across her meat's cheek, splattering pre and sweat in all directions before roughly sliding the underside of that drooling green spear over the human's nose. Hips rolling forward, Rel crams her balls up against Laihra's nostrils, her left hand finally leaving the woman's skull to clap itself over her maw, giving the woman nothing to breath but the stink off those churning nuts. Jerking her hips lightly, pumping her length over the human face below and into the air beyond, Rel croons, "Get used to the smell, meat, soon enough, you'll barely want to breath in anything else...And you say you want more? You'll have to earn it, prove it, show me whether or not you're worthy of any more than what I deign to give you on a whim, whore~" Pausing, Rel let's that all sink in before finally pulling back, letting Laihra breath as the orc towers above her, the fiery intensity of Rel's gaze boring into the human's eyes as her turgid member pulses between them, draped as it is across the center of the pink skin's face. Gritting her teeth, Rel pushes once more, grunting through flared nostrils as she force her asshole to distend, pressing herself open with an airy gurgle as the pink rose of her asshole is shoved forth a half inch or so beyond her rim to kiss the lips of the votary below, the orc gasping, "Now...tell me just how much you want to earn your God's favor~"
[2018-06-13 14:11] Laihra Lapis was gone. There was only the ass, cock and ball-musk addicted fucktoy left. Any semblance of ever exalting anyone or anything else to the extent she now worshipped and idolized Rel was gone. Having a normal life? Gone. Ever entertaining a lover in the same light as her green-skinned deity? Gone. Her entire life now centered around Orkish shithole and dickmeat. "Hnf.... Yes, you're absolutely right God." she said, pulling her messed up lips from the orc's wrinkled, polished donut before returning to them. "I'm nothing more than a piece of dispensable fucktrash that deserves absolutely nothing more than to exist as a living testament to the pleasure that only Ork cock and ass can give, so that hopefully other lost skanks like me will find solace in the new God that they ALL should submit to. I am worthless except as a vessel for your to abuse for your pleasure, and I'm so fucking debased that I'll do it all and get off to it like the perverted whore I am."  The goth punctuated that statement with a long, ass-licking kiss that differed from all the others. Where the ones previous all had the air of perversion and lust to them, this one that the goth's lips relinquished to Rel was devout, genuinely loving, so wholesomely so that it wrapped back around and became even more perverted than it ever possibly could have been. The goth then received yet another rectal blessing from her new obsession, a fresh, steamily hot deposit of saliva-laced ass slime, ropey and laden with even more pheromones that never seemed to end. How anyone had ever gone without the bliss that they would experience at the hands of an Orkish queen such as Rel was beyond Laihra. How she could ever go back from this ass-cleaning depravity was unclear and impossible. After sloshing the sum of that anal-excretion around in her mouth like a fine drink, she swallowed it and showed off her empty mouth to the Skullcrusher above, taking the opportunity to give her pendulous, viridian gut-wrecker a lick from her spunk-filled nutsack, up along her shaft and up to her tip before kissing the piss-slit from which Rel's pre-slop drooled out loudly and wetly. "I'll forsake my entire life for you and the pleasures you bring, God. I'll throw it all away to worship every inch of your body, from this monumental..." she paused, giving Rel's cock an admiring stroke. "Cock. To your muscled legs, arms, body... To your perfect asshole."

With that, the goth returned to make out with Rel's ass lips, which had now distended even further, unfurling slightly from the inside in a pinkening gradient. It took a serious amount of effort to hold one's inner muscles primed like that, so whenever Rel relaxed herself, the goth made sure to press her lips to that pucker and suck hard, bringing the Ork's partial prolapse back out again, admiring its saturated flesh as it glistened with spit and rectal-slime. She then shoved her tongue ever deeper into the distended shitpipe, plumbing it for even more liquid gold so that she could further mentally fuck herself, high on its musk. "I'm such a filthy whore... Look at me, making out with your prolapse, Daddy. Give me more... <3 I want to show you what I can really do for you, God." The goth then nibbled with her lips on the pink, green-rimmed chunk of inverted ass meat, very lightly pinching it between those smeared black mounds as a further show of devotion and obedience. The goth really was conquered, and the ork didn't even have to use her cock. It just took the picturesque donut of her sweaty, musky asshole and a well placed snort from the goth to lay claim to her psyche. In midst of her oral worship of that emerald-rimmed rose, the goth shoved her nose in as the flower unfurled yet again after briefly disappearing. She shoved herself in so much so that she nearly pushed the prolapse back inside.