More fun with Glaw

"They're sleeping so soundly," you say and run a hand down Glaw's arm. "I think we should let them sleep."

"You cannot get enough goblin, can you wo-man?" Glaw laughs. "You are lucky our kind is always ready to mate."

"Ohhh," you push your curves against the muscular goblin. "Are you going to mate with me...hard?"

Glaw snarls, but it becomes a laugh.

"Come, let us find a place to rut," he growls. "I will remind you what it means to be bred by a goblin."

You feel a thrill of excitement as Glaw takes you roughly by your wrist and leads you to a grassy clearing basked in the afternoon sunlight. He strips off your blouse, exposing your large breasts and pink nipples to the warming sunlight. He kisses and sucks them, squeezes each roughly in his strong hands. He strips you out of your pants and leggings, his fingers finding your wetness and thrusting inside you. You gasp at the invasion and rest your hands against the hard muscles of his chest.

"You ready," he says and pushes you to your knees. "Now please my cock."

He drags out his fat, flopping prick, the pink head peaking out from green foreskin. You wrap your hands around the warm appendage, familiar with the feel of it in your hands, and skin back the head. A jewel of precum glistens at the slit. You capture the tangy liquid with your tongue and then lick and kiss Glaw's cock, feeling it grow hard as you stroke and flick your tongue. When he has stiffened you wrap your lips around his prick and take him into your mouth, letting your mouth fill with spit to warm and lubricate your bobbing head.

"Good," Glaw grunts and roughly grabs your hair. "Suck harder wo-man."

He guides your movements with rough yanks of your hair, fucking his cock with your sucking mouth. You slurp and drool on his prick, swallowing his juices as they leak out and fill your mouth. His breathing becomes heavy and you suck harder and faster, eager to drain his heavy balls of another load of cream. Glaw resists, weakly at first, but as his orgasm approaches he yanks your head from his cock with a wet pop of suction, strands of saliva connecting your ruby lips to the goblin's glistening cock.

"You suck good," Glaw says and releases his hold on your hair, "but we here to mate."

His smile bares his sharp, uneven teeth. Not a pleasing grin to most, but you find yourself increasingly attracted to the goblin and his simple needs.

"Now turn around," Glaw orders, "and prepare yourself to be mated."

You smile up at the muscular goblin and consider whether or not you intend to obey his orders.