Korant

I must have passed out for who knows how long, but eventually I awoke to a familiar voice.

“Prince? Prince? Are you okay?”

It was Korant. As I opened my eyes, I saw his worried look followed by the immediate relief once he noticed signs of life.

“I thought I had lost you there for a moment, my prince! What... happened?”, he asked, closely inspecting my situation.

I wasn’t even sure what to say. How could a prince explain being used as a farm animal by a pack of green pests?

“Baelog... that rotten dwarf bastard! Did he do that?”
“No, no...”, I replied, hesitating for a moment. “No, it was... a bunch of goblins. It wasn’t his fault.”
“Dangerous little creatures, those goblins! I should’ve known better, prince, I shouldn’t have left you by yourself and this dwarf. What a coward! Did he leave you behind?”
“No, he...”, I paused, wondering how to phrase the absolute humiliation of being abandoned mid-blowjob. “I just asked to stay for a moment longer before we headed back.”
“I see. Well, that wasn’t wise. Promise me not to do that again, prince!”
“I won’t, I won’t, don’t worry about it, Korant. Can you please untie me now?”

Korant begun the task of untying me. During that, he snuck a peak and noticed that my asshole was visibly gaped.

“I see the goblins had their fun, prince.”
“I... they... well, there wasn’t much I could do about it”, I just shrugged back.

Sharing the details of my goblin encounter wasn’t really at the top of my list so I kept quiet until we were back in camp.