An irresistable opportunity.

Slowing your strokes as the two cry out and the last of your thick spunk dribbles to the dirt floor, you hear a heavy *shlump*. Placing your eye to your peep hole, a glittering horizontal pupil gazes back at you, "Enjoyed the show, little goblin?" the voice is husky and light, the female horse woman pulling back from the peep hole, "I love it when others watch, Brenhart is so quick I barely get any fun..." She turns about, backing her huge brown ass towards the tent on all fours. The intensity of her animal musk increases the closer she gets, and just as you think she will put her tail through the hole she lifts it to reveal her unusual mare cunt. With a whinnying grunt, she pushes her soft flesh tightly against the fabric of the tent wall, forcing her slimy pussy through for you to do with what you will, "I saw what your packing, little man. Do me how ever you want, but do me dirty." Her asshole winks at you as thick grool splatters the ground at your feet.

You lean in close to her slippery hot offering, using both your hands to spread her beastial pussy wide. Her skin is feverish to the touch as you push your tongue deep, her juice staining your cheeks and dribbling down your chest. Flicking side to side with your tongue you hungrily slurp at her box, using your hands to gather up her lube to spread it onto her puffy asshole, "Mmm, that's it. Get my tight asshole ready, I'm close, so close!" Taking a step back you place your fingers to her anus and push, hard. Your arm sinks into her tightly clamping insides, up to your wrist, then to your elbow, "Deeper! I can feel it! DEEPERRRR!!!" Straightening it, you slip the last of your arm up to the shoulder inside her, "hHHuughhNN-Gh-GHNNNN!"

Steaming splashes of her feminine spunk absolutely drench you in her powerful scent, your bulbous prick pulsing harder than you have ever felt it before. Drawing out to your elbow, you pull a stool over so you can properly fuck this randy she-beast. Slipping effortlessly into her musky mare cunt with your bulbous knotted goblin dick, rings of rippling muscle clamp down on your girth, wringing it in hot, sticky beast flesh. Already on edge, you grit your teeth as she tries to make you pop with her rippling passage, her sputtering juices pattering on the ground as you pull your arm out to the wrist. Leaning forward you slam into her asshole, her pussy spasming wildly, "OHhh FUCK! yes! Fist my ass good!"

Quickening your pace, you violently batter her back door as your cock reams out her pussy with quick, slimy thrusts. Your bumpy dick starts spewing your load without warning, your tongue hanging slack as you rip your hand free of her constricting anal ring with a loud *SPLRCH*. Screaming as she orgasms from having part of her anus pulled out, you push to the hilt as your balls twitch in their efforts to vent your spunk directly into her womb. Heat swells in your chest as your nuts refill with jizz, gripping what you can of her furry backside you let your body take over, holding on tight as you ride out your climax. For a full three minutes you feel your cum pump in thick streams, the both of you moaning and insensate as your bodies ignore everything but your need to swap sexual fluids.

When her twitching horse pussy eventually releases your throbbing dick you slip on the outflow falling to the floor, getting a fantastic view of your work. Satisfied groans can be heard from the other side of the tent wall while the drizzling cunt in front of you winks and sways, ropes of mixed oozing fluid swinging and sticking to the tent cloth. Stepping back up onto the stool, you drag your lust slicked pole across her slit before placing your self at the entrance of her asshole, prying it open, "Rumors be damned, you goblins really are insatiable! Uhnn- stir my shithole up, give me a dirty goblin prick to clean!" You silently thank the dark one for your limitless stamina, because your partner's corrupt desire is an infectious fuel indeed. Your shaft swells as you start the second round with languid, full length insertions, her backdoor looser inside than her sopping wet vagina, but with a rougher texture that clamps painfully tight at her anal ring. Digging into her furred rump with your clawed fingertips, you make sure she can't buck you free this time as you pick up the pace, her ecstatic shrieks joining the chorus of primal sounds filling the night. With your balls already partially drained and slapping her wet muff, you intend to turn her tight anus into a loose, ruined hole, the anticipation of this depraved beastial act only enhancing the pleasure.

The moaning outside stops as it is replaced with sloppy gurgling, and you feel the impact of Brenhart's thrusts before he starts talking, "Got yourself another dick out here already Agnes? Most can't keep up, or find her love of messy, dirty sex unnerving... Lets give it to her good, stranger!" She tries to speak, but only muffled sloppy moans escape her filled throat as you spear into her from both sides. The poles supporting the tent squeak as Agnes is juggled between your iron hard rods, her molten asshole crushing down on you every time her throat is filled with girthy horse cock, your tag team thrusts syncing up as hard shuddering breaths are drawn from you both. Sweat pours down your obsidian flesh as your merciless anal pounding seems to never end, the passage of time lost in the rhythm of hot, nasty sex.

Several hours and ten thick loads later, you pull free of Agnes' gaping asshole, shuddering as your swollen tender dick meat is exposed to the air. Brenhart collapsed almost an hour ago, and you gave the horse woman exactly what she wanted when she asked you for a "good" fucking. The sight and smell of reeking cum clinging to your shaft sends a painful pulse through it when you hear a shuffling from outside. A spit and semen coated muzzle pushes through the wall, Agnes' huge tongue hanging out as though asking for more, "Uhh-hu, want dirty cockkk, let me taste itttt... Please..."She must be lust addled, but you shrug as it is faster for her to lick your shaft clean, since she has earned it many times over. Holding your cock just out of range of her mouth you tell her how this is going to go, "Minion has given you what you want, but needs strength for the road ahead. Take payment softly, and Minion may return favor later." A low hungry groan is the only response you get, but you take it as a yes. Stepping forward to place your shaft gently to her lips, she takes your bumpy gobo dick into her mouth as her tongue laps at the juice dripping from your testicles. It cups each one, careful to lick it entirely clean, before slipping back behind her suckling lips, her tongue scrubbing every inch, every fold of your prick clean. Pulling back with a final meaningful suckle, Agnes sighs with deep satisfaction as you hear her slump to the grassy forest floor outside. Pulling the blanket covering Blackmane up, you lay beside her, allowing sleep to finally take you as the dying sounds of this raucous night settle around you...

Blinking as morning light seeps into the tent, you are thankful your lapse in watchfulness did not get you all killed. Pulling your gear on over your sticky skin you check on the troupe. Deep sleep holds them, but you bark, "Up! Get up! Gather things and ready selves to move out!" They scramble from the sudden command, their expressions annoyed as they grumble and move outside the tent to pack their things. Blackmane is slower to respond, her coupling with you even more intense than the ministrations the beast-folk happily inflicted on your male tribesmen. "Blackmane! We move now, get things." As she comes to full alertness, a mix of confusion and pride briefly fill the look she gives you as she responds to your command with confidence, "Yes Minion!" Gathering herself and moving outside, she deliberately brushes against you, her rounded bottom drawing your attention. There will be plenty of time to indulge in lustful pursuits later.

Stepping out your squad closes rank for the trek out to the springs. You spend only a short time meandering a well worn path before it opens to another clearing, a series of cloudy bubbling pools surrounded with hard packed dirt and solid wooden fencing playing host to dozens of beast-folk cleaning themselves or gathering water in huge hollowed tree-stumps to be ferried elsewhere. None of the beast-folk here bother to wear any clothes, a huge array of nude bestial flesh on display, captivating your unruly tribesmen. Commanding your squad in the goblin tongue, you tell them, "Clean and return here in 30 minutes. No fight, no fuck the beast people. Minion will know if you disobey. Minion will punish without mercy. Go." You can see the anger and will to resist rise inside them, but it is quickly repressed as they turn to follow your command.

They disperse into the maze of wooden barricades as you move to partake of the springs yourself. Looking for an unoccupied pool, you finally find one before stripping down. Your semi flaccid, bumpy cock swings free, the black green balls that hang beneath it swollen and twitching with new seed. Sinking into the pool, you feel some relief in the warm, cloudy water until you feel a soft hand grasp your member from behind. Turning to see your would-be admirer, you find Blackmane staring back into your blazing eyes, a sultry grin parting her full green lips, "You said no sex with the beast-folk... But not with goblin!" Her hand moves down to gently grope your heavy nut-sack before she says, "Do you want Blackmane to help, Minion? Blackmane want to help." You are aggravated yet impressed with her cleverness, her arousal evident to your sensitive nose, hard nipples digging into your back as she waits for your response.