Fill your mouth with his meat

You crave the goblin's stiff cock between your lips. Days ago you would have revolted in horror at the thought, but now you are a wanton slut with an eagerness to serve that has grown stronger since your enslavement by the goblins. You lower your lips to the goblin's cockhead and plant a kiss beneath its drooling slit. You can taste the bitter salt of its precum and your tongue slides out to taste more, licking each ridge and vein beneath the shaft, trailing over the pink head and gathering its oily secretion.

"Mmmmm," you murmur, engulfing his meat in your mouth. You look up at the fanged mouth of the little beastie as you slide your lips down his shaft and fill your mouth with his leaking log. You are able to rather easily accommodate every inch and you begin a steady bobbing of your head, sucking and licking as you pleasure the goblin guard.

The grinning greenie sets aside his spear and drops both hands to your head. He strokes your hair and moves his hips slightly, jamming his cock to the back of your throat with each thrust. He begins to fuck your mouth more and more vigorously, his drool-wet balls slapping against your chin. You hold his narrow hips as he uses your ovalled lips for pleasure, sawing in and out of your mouth, his cock swelling until you're certain he is going to burst.

A carefully timed suction hollows your cheeks and the goblin's cock throbs, gushing its bitter seed against the back of your throat. You swallow each spurt of thick spunk as it fires across your tongue and coats the roof of your mouth. Moaning around him, you eagerly take every drop and lick him clean.

Almost the moment you pop your lips free from the goblin's cock another goblin enters. This one is much larger and you recognize him as one of Zakrog's personal bodyguards. He is bigger and not so handsome as the one called Glaw. He barks angrily at the goblin you just sucked.

You look up, wiping drops of cum from the corner of your mouth. Does this one need sucking too? You reach for the new goblin's loincloth and he angrily bats your hands away.

The big guard hauls you to your feet, speaking a bit more calmly, and marches you back towards Zakrog's tent. The corpulent goblin is not among his cushions and the only sound is the soft snoring of a tan-skinned woman who lies naked and face down on a small bed. You vaguely recognize her as one of the other slaves of Zakrog's harem, though not one that attacked you.

"Wait," barks the guard. "Zakrog coming."

He leaves you alone with Zakrog's potions and the sleeping ****.