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You follow behind the waddling Zakrog out of the tent and into the golden morning light. It is a very short walk to the privy tent, only a few feet, but you feel strange striding nude through the goblin camp, your pussy filled with Zakrog's seed.

He opens the flap to the privy tent and gestures for you to enter. You shake your head.

"I'm sorry, master, but I will not," you say and bow your head.

"What's this?" you can hear the anger in his voice. "Already you grow surly and refuse my needs. I should have you whipped and sent back to the tent with salt in your wounds."

"Please, master," you beg. "Among my people such things are...they are dishonorable for a man to do. I have heard the orcs say such things as well."

"What?" Zakrog's eyes go wide. "The orcs? What is it they say?"

"That it is weak and womanly to need a **** for...this task..."

"Of course," Zakrog puffs himself up. "Wait here then. I will deal with this myself."

The bloated goblin enters the privy tent alone. You wait outside, the morning air cold on your bare breasts, a shiver running through your body. You hear Zakrog within the tent, his water splashing into the privy hole for some time. When he returns with a smile on his face he motions for you to kneel. There is no avoiding this task.

You clean Zakrog's cum-damp prick with your tongue, tasting every bit from earlier and the night before. He guides your lips to the head of his cock and you begin sucking him, right out in the open. Guards and workers pass by as you kneel in the dirt before the goblin king and bob your lips on his petrified prick.

"You learn so quickly," Zakrog groans and rests his hands on your head as you bob and lick him. "You are my finest purchase. An angel among human...ohhh...whores."

You take it as a compliment and moan your pleasure around the hard goblin meat engulfed in your sucking mouth. You want nothing more than to pleasure your master and you finger your cream-packed slit as you suck and suck. You can feel the eyes of the other goblins and slaves upon you. You are soon rewarded with moans from the goblin king.

He drags his throbbing meat from your mouth and wanks his spitty shaft over your face. He grunts and decorates your pretty features with a hot load of his cum. Strands of salty spunk fall across your parted lips and drip into your mouth. Long, white ropes ice your cheeks and dangle from the tip of your nose.

"Rise," he gasps, at last, and you stand and tower over the fat goblin. "Let us return to my tent for breakfast. I have another game to show you."