Wake Zakrog with a ride

You stare at the potions, trying to visualize your escape, but your filthy mind keeps wandering back to all that hot sex with the goblin king the night before. You can feel the dew gathering on your chafed little cunny and you squirm against the cushions. You look over at Zakrog, down from his green snoring goblin face, over his bloated belly, and to the green curl of his prick. Remembering the way it pressed inside you and against your clit is making you so horny you can't stand it.

The potions are forgotten. You gingerly swing a leg over Zakrog and reach between your thighs. Your pussy is warm and wet against your hand. You spread your moist mound open and guide Zakrog's little prick to your entrance. Your cunt devours his length and you slide all the way down, filling yourself inch-by-inch until you feel his balls beneath your ass. You work your hips slowly, his cock rubbing deliciously against your clit as you pump your pussy up and down and ride his cock. True, you're a bit sore, but the're plenty of lube to smooth things over.

"Oh yes," you gasp, your body rising and falling as you ride the fat goblin king's prick. You clutch a breast in one hand, fingers sinking into your soft flesh, nipple hard as a pebble.

The tent flap opens and the goblin guards enter. They are surprised by the sight of you fucking their master and both stop in confusion and gawk at the erotic display. You lock eyes with the larger of the two goblin warriors and moan, arching your back and grinding your clit hard against Zakrog. You imagine yourself being fucked by the larger, muscular goblin. He's not human, but he is handsome compared to a warty old fatso like the goblin king. And yet...oh gods...you moan as your orgasm builds. You feel hands grip your ass and look down to see that Zakrog has awoken.

"I knew you'd make a fine **** for the harem," Zakrog bites his tongue and thrusts up into you. "Cum for me now, pretty human. I can feel the heat of your cunt."

Your orgasm seizes you in its throes and you fall foward, burying Zakrog amidst your soft titflesh. You pop your firm ass up and down, grinding hard against his cock as the bolts of pleasure fire through your body. Your contractions of pleasure are having their own effect on Zakrog. You can feel him swelling and swelling. You lift your breasts from his face, one of your nipples stretched between the goblin king's teeth as you pull back. You gasp and look over and see the two guards at the entrance of the tent have lifted their loincloths and are stroking their cocks. They're much larger than the goblin king's, particularly the larger of the two guards.

"Beg for my seed!" demands the goblin king. "Beg for it, newling."

"Oh, please, master. Fill me with your royal cream!" you moan and work your hips. "My human pussy hungers for your mighty goblin seed!"

"Aaaaauuuuuaaa!" Zakrog bellows and holds tight to your ass. He humps furiously up into your juicy slit, spearing his cock into you again and again until you feel a shudder and warmth filling your pussy. He humps slow and deep now, thrusting in time to the pulsing of his cock. As Zakrog spews his seed into your womb you meet eyes with his guards as they jerk themselves to your raunchy display.

"Oh yes," Zakrog smacks your ass, "what a wonderful way to begin my day. Guards..."

He sees the two goblins stroking their cocks to the sight of you - sweaty and heaving, still astride their king - and Zakrog grows angry.

"Get my morning meal!" he shouts. "Before I have the two of you castrated! Particularly you, Glaw! I took you into this caravan, would you rather I return you to Gimlesh Zigli?"

"No, my king!" the larger goblin shouts. He and the other guard sheepishly tuck away their pricks and depart.

"Now," Zakrog pushes you off of him, "I must make water. Help me at the privy and then bathe me."

You look at Zakrog's sweaty body and the cum-swamped nest of his pubic hair and you feel suddenly a little queasy. He expects you to help him piss?