The Boss's door

You give it a hard stare. As far as doors go, this one looks the part. Perfectly. Generic, unadorned, wooden door. For being the door to a boss room, you're pretty sure it should be grander than this. The Lord of Hell had the most majestic, fearsome looking doors you can imagine, towering large enough for a grown dragon to enter and every inch ornamented with depictions of what he does to those he defeats. Even the lowest Baron had enough self-respect to add some skulls and pentagrams. This door was just...boring.

"Are you sure this is the place?" you ask Huny.

"Yeah. There's nowhere else left in these mines. And... Well, go ahead and listen."

Not understanding, you get close to the door and put your ear to it. Inside you can hear strong, manly grunts and the high-pitched squeals of a female goblin. Several, actually. Does he have more orcs inside with him? Or is he just accosting half a dozen of the girls at the same time?

"He has guards?" you ask Huny.

"Probably. I'll need you to keep the big one busy while I deal with them, then we'll gang up on the chief."

Gang up. Maybe it's the lewd moans coming from inside, but that paints a very different image in your head. You on one side of his massive staff, Huny on the other, pressing your breasts together around it and sliding up and down. For the sake of the fantasy, you enlarge your breasts a couple sizes and let your engorged nipples grind against Huny's with all the sensitivity of two clits. His shaft begins to pulse, raining a hot shower of thick, virile semen over your heads and breasts...

"If that's how you're going to stall him, fine, but I'm not waiting this time."

You look up at Huny, a little confused. She's trying to stop herself from glancing down at your crotch. You look down to find two fingers sliding in and out while your other hand pinches a nipple. You remove both hands and look away, a little sheepish.

"Maybe this time...we'll just make it a normal fight."

You move out of the way and Huny drops to the lock. A narrow tool appears in her hand and in no time the lock clicks open.

"Having armor would have been nice for this," she remarks under her breath.

"You look better naked. And this way he might be more hesitant to kill us."

"I might prefer dying."

"You might not."

"Die?"

"Mind."

"Fuck you."

"If he wins, sure. I'll take that one."

With that much assurance, Huny throws the door open and all three of you rush in.