The main course

He teased her with the tip for a moment, letting it dance in a circle around her labia, before Hopkins's cock unceremoniously entered her; roughly, but not unpleasantly so, sliding in to his hilt. Sherry mouth was left agape, noiseless for just a few seconds before the feeling hit her proper, letting out a deep visceral groan, her incisors biting her lip, her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. Her legs almost buckled as he withdrew his cock, and she let out another groan, this one instant and louder, when he thrust it in again. She was tense and loose and felt really really good -and a little hurt too?- and each push wanted to make her insult him but praise him also and she wanted to turn around and dominate him but also wanted to lay back and take it like a bitch and and and... all these thoughts rushed within her head, unable to focus on any properly except the overwhelming, all-encompassing feeling of euphoria; the need to be filled; a feeling that everyone ignores until they get it, knowingly or not. She tried to verbalise it to him, but all of her voice disappeared except for moans and groans and yelps of pleasure, and the single word of; "Oh fuck!"

Though Hopkins couldn't hear it from her, he could feel it all. He himself was feeling good as well; his cock felt great envelloped in the velvet-soft folds of her goblinhood. He could feel every bump and curve of his cock be caressed by her plump tightness, so slick and so, so very soft. His hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers engulfed by her chubbiness. The bed rocked, letting off a loud wooden squeak with every thrust he delivered; his pace was steady and pleasureable for the both of them.

But something's got to give. He could feel it. It was impossible to ignore. The growing sensation within his balls as they swelled and clung ever tightly against his body, ready to empty themselves. There were only a few more moments left to prepare. He leaned over, tightly holding onto her back, tightly clutching onto her veloptious hanging breasts, tightly gritting his teeth as he growled and prepared himself to let go, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting harder and harder and harder each time, each time Sherry giving off a little yelp, as if she were surprised that he wasn't hitting her at his hardest each time. Hopkins groaned as he finally let go, oxymoronically tensing and somehow relaxing his muscles at the same time, his grip leaving red marks; any tighter and he would make her skin bleed. The **** of his ejaculate took the wind from his lungs as it piped its way into Sherry's womb, filling it so much that forceful streaks were shooting out from the cock seal with ****, staining the bedsheets.

Sherry gasped for air as her body collapsed. Perhaps she didn't cum from the fucking, but it still felt good, and her orgasm from before tided her over, preventing her from being too disappointed. Still, she was fucked well enough that she couldn't think straight, so much so that she didn't notice the thin streak of drool from the corner of her lips. They both breathed heavily, one on the other, the air inside the room now thick and almost unbreathable so warm and full of pheramones it was. When Hopkins got his bearing, the cum that had escaped had already turned clear. He plopped his cock out, which was followed by a gentle deluge of white cum, slowly oozing in great amounts.

Sherry panted as she looked back at the man who fucked her. "So... so good. That... felt good," she breathed heavily, her face bright red from happy embarassment, muzzling herself with a pillow, "so good!"

Hopkins smiled and got up to get dressed, but not before taking a swig from the conveniant pitcher of water (with a slice of lemon) placed on the bedside stand; he didn't realise until he took the first gulp how thirsty and dry his mouth was. He left the hut, giving Sherry some privacy to get dressed and tend to her store once more.