A rough fucking.

It took the goblin all of a second to decide. He unsheathes a crude stone knife and slit the ropes that held you in place.

It was almost contemptibly easy to fall down in just the right way. You hands took the brunt of the fall, leaving your heart shaped rear high in the air like a dog in heat, presenting the goblin with a choice view of your ass and still very wet pussy. Such treasures have an immediate effect. The filthy loincloth the goblin wore is torn away at once, revealing his thick warty cock to the chill night air.

Hands grasp your firm rump harshly, yellow nails digging into your flesh. You keep your eyes forward, not trusting your face at this critical juncture, and hoping the goblin merely thinks you’re paralyzed by fright. He seems to, the throbbing heat of his cock pressing against your folds as he aligns himself, his hot breath brushing across the small of you back.

You cry out as his cock enters you, rudely and violently. The goblin groans in pleasure, his hands digging into your hips as he begins to saw in an out of your heated pussy, forcing you to rock back and forth into him. Soon enough though he need not, as you willingly take over, pulling back when he does, then meeting the hilt of his cock with your mound, pushing his cock as far as it can go inside you.

The knowledge that this goblin is to be but a stepping stone to your own **** steels you for the rough fucking that ensues. You think of what a fool that fat woman had been, tying you up out here, underestimating your capabilities. Well, it will be her last mistake, you think, a trill of pleasure running through you at the thought of your ****. You cannot help but cry and moan in pleasure, the sex made all the better with the knowledge of what it will eventually bring.

The goblin grunts, mistaking your moans and cries of pleasure for evidence of his own prowess. “You like,” he hisses with vindictive joy. “You mine now,” he assures you between pants. “Me gonna take you back to camp. You gonna be tribe’s breeder! Bear me lots of litters.” One of his hands give your ass a firm slap, leaving a palm shaped red mark as though crudely marking you. He’s not wrong. You do indeed like. Your orgasm come son you soon enough. The bumps of the goblins cock massages your insides wonderfully, one of them bumping against your clit each time he pulls out and thrusts back in and, with a cry, you soak his cock with your juices.

Though still panting from pleasure, you let the goblin ride out your orgasm with his increasingly fervent thrusts. Then, you reach back and shove the goblin away. His cock slips from your pussy, trailing thick smelling spunk behind. You roll your hips and rise to your knees, then roll around to sit and look on the pathetic creature you have ensorcelled with a haughty smile.