Fun now. Friends later.

A sudden idea prompts you to action. Though her plush ass and tender cunt are attractive prospects, you can get those from any goblin whore, albeit hardly of the same quality. What all them lack however is the luscious young tits the young human sports. Your other hand joins the first and you press and knead her heavy tit-flesh. She whimpers and moans beneath your ministrations.

“Wh-why are you doing this?” she asks with a sob.

“Quiet.” You pinch a nipple and grin to her squeak. You scoot forward along her stomach, your cock coming to rest in the valley of her breasts. Your hands take hold of her breasts and sandwich your cock between them. You groan at the softness enveloping you, your already swollen prick growing more engorged. Your hips glide back, then push forward.

“Ah-ah!” She gasps, flushing a pretty red as you begin wanking yourself into her tits. “What-what are you d-doing!”

“What you think I doing?” you ask, grinning your broken teeth as you rut against her tits. The head of your cock can’t even escape the mass of soft pink flesh. Gods her tits are huge! You groan, imagining them swelled with milk, her belly filled with your spawn. Such a fantasy had never entered your mind before. You had long ago resigned yourself to bedding some harpy of a goblin she-bitch, if you even lived that long. But here you are, fucking yourself off in the breasts of a supple young human.

Your pace grows frantic as you feel your balls churn with seed. You groan and she looks at you uncomprehending. A wicked idea comes to mind. Just before you cum, you stand, your cock pulling out of her bouncing breasts, your hands wrapping about your throbbing cock and giving it the last few strokes.

“G-yah!”

She shrieks in surprise as your cum spurts onto her, painting her face. She tries to turn away her head but you simply follow her. When you finally finish your legs are shaking and you gladly slump atop her, burying your face in her luscious breasts. The best pillows ever, certainly the softest you’ve ever had. You scowl a little as the injustice of your life begins to settle on you. Well. That’s life, at least for goblins. Live fast, die young, and hopefully leave a litter to carry on.

Speaking of…

You stand again, your prick stiffening once more. “Okay wo-man. Time for breed.”

She gasps. “Wh-what! But, you just…”

She trails off as your cock swells to full arousal once more. You grin. There is one advantage at least to goblin’s need to breed. You’re always ready and all the time.

You scoot down to between her legs and try and part her legs but she chooses this moment to be difficult, clamping her oh so attractive thighs together fiercely. You grunt and try to **** the issue.

No sooner have you **** her legs apart, the crotch of her breeches all that lie between you and her tight cunny, some nearby bushes rustle. You pause and glance that way. Could something have snuck up on you both? Possible. You were certainly distracted. But do you dare leave her to investigate the sound? You glance back to her flush face, still painted with your cream, torn between decisions.