The goblin orgy (of Hilda's dreams?)

As she continued to eat out her diminutive mistress, Hilda's thoughts drifted to the naughty tomes in her keep's secret library. In her old life, she'd spent hours upon days turning through their pages, imagining herself in the many degrading and sexy lives of her favorite heroines. Locked up in chains and **** to cum for a scantily-clad crypt keeper; cursed by magic to masturbate for hours without reaching climax; made into a sex **** and paraded around naked in the public eye. The latter featured by far the most variety, and was the subject of Hilda's... stickiest books.

Living out one of her greatest fantasies had enraptured the defrocked and defrauded former knight, and realizing what she'd been reduced to only made her attack Grugluh with reckless abandon. She grabbed hold of the goblin's haunches like the reins of a horse and kissed her belly, breasts, and pussy, savoring the sweat and nectar that covered her small body. Both women grunted and moaned in animalistic pleasure, Hilda in particular throwing away any pretense of her civilized identity and fully embracing her status as a pet. Grugluh soon came to climax and Hilda's face was covered in goblin cum, the taste of which she savored like the finest ale money could buy.

The male goblins had ventured to Hilda as well, having lost their shyness with Silvia. Hilda felt a dozen little hands moving all over her body, grabbing and caressing her most intimate places. Mindlessly, she let one of their cocks enter her mouth, and several others had climbed onto her back and were grinding against her shoulderblades. She'd become the sex **** she'd once had disgraceful dreams of being, and it was to creatures she'd once considered lowly and disgusting. It was almost too much for her mind to accept. She slowly humped herself into the dirt, begging each of her riders to drive her further down where she belonged.

Hilda was far from the knight of her storied and respected family line. No, now she was just a slut enslaved by a tribe of goblins of all things, and she couldn't help but think it was where she always belonged.