A new love for goblin

Throughout your journey the following day you cannot stop thinking of your encounter with Glaw, the goblin leader, the night before. As you stumble over hills and along grassy paths you sneak glances at the muscular goblin and feel yourself becoming flushed and damp between your thighs.

At noon you pause by a stream and you think lustily of Glaw's cock, buried between your lips or thrusting into your eager cunt, spewing out his fertile seed and impregnating you. Perhaps it is this pregnancy, but you feel a growing sense of devotion to the large goblin. You want to please him and tend to him.

Any thoughts of a midday romance are dashed by a brief hunt for a rabbit. Dai scores the killing blow on the unlucky rodent and together the four of you dine on the roasted meat. Soon after Dai and Madoc, the two smaller goblins, show an interest in you, but Glaw warns them away with a growl. The two smaller goblins are fearful of his anger and retreat.

That night you make camp as a gentle rain begins to fall on the valley where you have sheltered. Glaw erects a crude tent that shields his bedroll from the rain and provides some small bit of privacy.

"Take off wet clothes," he instructs, gesturing to your crude garment. "Join me."

You strip out of your clothes, shivering as the chill begins to fill the valley and the cold rain soaks your hair. Your nipples are as hard as pink pebbles. You duck under the awning of Glaw's tent and step into the warmth, settling next to him on the sheepskin bedroll. The bedding stinks of sweat and your many sessions with the goblin.

"How may I serve you, master?" you submissively ask.

Glaw smiles at you showing his crooked, yellowing teeth. His soft prick is exposed and as you watch it begins to slowly stiffen just from the sight of your naked body.