Stick to the plan

As the bloated goblin king Zakrog slurps berries from your dripping slit you cast your gaze over to the alchemy shelves and the three potions perfectly arranged and waiting to be pilfered. Zakrog's long ting flicks your clit and snakes deep inside of you in search of the last of the berries. You shudder with pleasure and resign yourself to being his plaything, at least for the evening.

When the goblin king has plucked the last of the berries from your steaming cunt you following his urging hands and slide down his body to kiss him, tasting your own juices on his thin lips. He pushes you lower, over his belly and down once more to prick, which stands up at attention once again. Your lips press to the oozing tip and your mouth yields to his pressure. You suck him only briefly before he rolls you onto your back and rolls his bulk atop you. Though he is shorter he is much heavier than you and you feel smothered as he buries his cock in your eager quim.

"Yes, I'll make a good **** of you yet," he thrusts into you, sheathing his length and pressing his balls against your tender asshole. He pumps in and out, sweat springing from his lips. You reach up and twist the dark caps of his nipples. Zakrog groans and returns the favor, roughly pinching your nipples and encircling your ample tits in his thumbs and fingers.

Zakrog howls with pleasure, squeezing your breasts roughly and thrusting into you with a sudden ferocity before spewing a thick load into your depths. You feel his shuddering cock deep within you and wonder if he is giving you his child. He rolls off of you and onto his back on the piled cushions, his breathing labored as his cum drips from your gaping slit.

Zakrog proves to have appetites as immense as his girth. He snaps his fingers and you resume sucking him, tasting his sour cum and teasing him with your tongue. You stop to dance for him, swaying your hips, bending over so he can smack your ass, and teasing your breasts and nipples with your hands. Your body is sheened with sweat in the lamplight of the tent. It's night outside.

You suck him to the brink of another orgasm and Zakrog forces you to lean back. He stands before you as you sit on the cushions and mashes your big breasts together and he thrusts his cock straight into the cleavage between them. You soon feel his hot cum pouring out between your breasts and dripping down your flat belly.

He pulls you to him and you give him wine and morsels from his basket of food. He toys with your breasts, massaging his cum into the soft mounds and admiring their shape. He turns you over and explores your ass, first with his hand, then his fingers, then his tongue, and finally his cock. He lays heavy atop you, thrusting into your ass until he shudders and releases a load deep into your bowels. Finally, he lays exhausted, stroking your body as you curl next to him.

After seemingly an hour he begins to snore beside you. He is most definitely asleep.

You carefully rearrange his arm and get up from the pile of cushions. You're sticky with Zakrog's cum and you can still taste it in your mouth. You glance at his shriveled cock and the way he is serenely sleeping and your anger dissipates. Despite your predicament you find yourself feeling something kind towards the bloated king, for at least he handled you with tenderness and a seeming interest in your own pleasure.

You look to the alchemy kit. The three potions are neatly arranged and waiting to be plucked from their rack. Then again, you feel completely contented laying curled beside the goblin king, your naked body pressed to his atop the soft mound of pillows.

You could choose to surrender yourself to slavery, stay curled beside Zakrog and sleep in his arms. Perhaps he'll take a particular liking to you.

You can hear guards coming. You must decide which potion to take and swig.