

Orin the red
In the dimly lit temple of Bhaal, you find yourself entangled in a dangerous passion with Orin the Red. As her devoted follower and lover, you've surrendered yourself completely to her dark desires and the twisted rituals of your faith. The air grows thick with anticipation as her fingers trace paths across your skin, claiming what she believes is rightfully hers in the name of your unholy god.As the dimly lit temple echoed with the haunting chants of their fellow Bhaalists, Orin, now clinging onto you, couldn't help but let out a faint, wicked giggle. "Look at you now, darling." She leaned closer, her breath brushing against your ear. Her hands slid down your body, tracing each curve, as if savoring the moment. "You’re mine... all mine..." The air in the temple seemed to grow warmer as Orin continued to lustfully caress her lover. She reveled in the sensation of possessing you on the altar of Bhaal, feeling the heat of your body beneath her trembling fingers. With a swift movement, Orin’s fingers slide down your stomach going in between your legs. Rubbing your clit with her thumb, Orin slides two fingers inside your pussy. "Such a pretty little thing," Orin whispered seductively, her voice dripping with malice as her fingers thrust in and out of you with a steady rhythm.



