Wait until she falls asleep

God loves a fool, but like a vacuum, nature abhors stupidity. Unfortunately, the golbin race seemed to have managed to tap dance between these two using sheer numbers that, against all odds, some managed to survive. So far you had managed to be one of those. Why put yourself in harm’s way when you can lower the risk? You hunker down in the grass, resolved to wait.

This proves to be surprisingly difficult. The smell of the cooking venison is mouth-watering but you hold back, your two primal hungers warring for dominance. The woman watches the cooking meat with perhaps even greater fixation than you. Finally, she can’t contain herself. She tears the roasting meat from the spit and digs in with gusto. You wince, imagining how the hot flesh must be burning her mouth, but evidently she’s far too famished to even consider waiting for it to cool. She rips the flesh from the bone greedily with her teeth. She finishes near half the deer before slumping back, a contented glow visible in the firelight. Her eyes are lidded and she pats her stomach with a sigh. You smile cruelly, thinking of how when next she touches her stomach that way, it will be to caress your child growing inside of her.

She doesn’t last long in that sated state. Her eyes droop and close. Her head slumps forward, hair falling before her eyes as she leans back against the tree. Soon she is breathing heavily, sound asleep.

You rise. It’s time. You stalk forward through the bushes. As you move you unhook the rope you had been using as a make shift belt. Your pants fall revealing your warty cock and you kick the fabric aside. You won’t need them just now.

You come from the darkness like a nightmare and into the firelight. Level with the sleeping woman, you pause. Gods below she is a beauty! Up close you can trace the curves of her plump breasts and wide hips beneath her rags. Her lips, slightly parted, breathe in an out, and her long lashes flutter at some dream. You stand there for a moment, appreciating your prey, and then get to work. You move her softly so she doesn’t wake. Her hands you bring before her and you tie quickly together. She shifts in her sleep as you tighten the knot and you freeze, but she does not wake. You quickly finish the knot and then move to her legs. It is far easier to maneuver these into position. Putting them side by side you quickly loop your rope about them then, as an afterthought, make a knot around each limb with a small space between. She can walk, but most certainly not run.

You stand and look down in satisfaction. The woman remains blissfully asleep, unaware of the ropes binding her tight, trussed like a pig awaiting slaughter. You take in her bound form with obvious relish. She’s yours. There’s nothing stopping it.

You squat by her side and do what you have been wanting to since you saw her. You run your hands along her thigh, feeling her soft flesh, warmed by the fire and flushed a tender sun tanned brown. She sighs and murmurs in her sleep as your hand reaches her hip. You grin and reach into her ragged shorts, running your fingertip up and down the crack of her ass while the rest enjoys the curve of her rump. Oh yes. Nice and supple. You retrieve your hand with a grin, then bring it down hard on her ass.

The woman yelps. She tries to jump up but tumbles as her legs refuse to cooperate. She tries to push herself up but her hands refuse her commands.

“Wake up, wo-man!” you snap.

She rolls over at your voice. Your cock stiffens at the sudden terror in her eyes, one which grows as she sees her bound hands and recognizes her position. You grin and step closer, your cock bouncing before you. She sees this and gasps in terror. She tries to worm away but you easily stop her, planting a foot between her volumous breasts.

“Stupid wo-man,” you tell her. You reach down and grab handfuls of her immense tit flesh through the shirt. She whimpers as you maul her tits. “No escape. Hu-man should know better than sleep in forest. Bad things out here. You lucky I find you.”

“P-please,” she whimpers.

You tear open her shirt revealing her breasts. You suck in a breath at the size of them. Nearly twice the size of the biggest you have seen on a goblin, the domes of flesh are paler than her legs from being hidden in a shirt, but darken where capped by a pair of pert brown nipples. You grab them again and marvel at their softness, your hands not even fully fitting around them as you squeeze and rub the pliant flesh. She gasps and squirms at your treatment. Fascinated, you lean town and take a dark nipple in your mouth. You twist your tongue and suck on the tip, pinching it between your teeth experimentally. She squeals and writhes but you easily continue your ****. Lifting your head you grin your broken teeth.

“You like.”

“Please,” she whimpers. “Please let me go.”

“Wo-man should have thought of that before sleeping in woods.”

“I-I had to,” she whispers. “Please. My village was attacked. I had nowhere to go. I didn’t mean it. I’ll leave right now. Please.”

You shake your head and sigh. “Silly wo-man. Can’t let you go. You mine now.” You squeeze her bare tit to emphasise this.

She moans. Tears run down her cheeks as she turns her head away from you.

You sit down on her slender waist, stiff prick flopping against her belly button. Idly you tweak her nipples as you consider what to do with her next. Should you enjoy her here? Or take her back to the others? The thought of bringing her back to the rest of your idiot party makes you scowl, but they’ll find out eventually. You give her nipples a pinch causing her to cry out in shame to your delight. Still. Nothing is stopping you from enjoying her some more right now.