Yes

"Alright, fine," you sigh, walking up to him.

"You mean, 'Yes, Master'," the gross goblin chuckles. You choose not to respond. "Sit down next to me, ****."

You sigh to yourself and do so, sitting next to him, awkwardly placing around his semi-erect member. Grinko smiles cockily, and the smirk makes you want to rip is dick off. But he's picking his teeth with a large knife, so that would be a bad idea.

You slowly begin stroking the greenishbrown piece of goblin meat. At this angle, you can tell the size and shape more easily than you could while it was halfway down your throat. Even semilimp the goblin's cock is over 6 inches long. As you stroke it with one hand, you feel copious amounts of precum begin to leak down the foreskin-enclosed member. It gets all over your hands.

You try to wipe it off, but Grinko pokes you in the leg with his knife. "Don't let any of that go to waste, boy. Lick it up or leave it on your hand."

You choose the latter, continuing to stroke his ever-growing cock. It's now almost 9 inches, and the dirty foreskin is smelling more and more musky as more precum leaks out. The smell is ridiculously strong, and it's starting to make you dizzy.

"Like that?" Grinko cackles, as your stroking becomes more and more rhythmic. "That's a mix of precum, sweat and pheromones. That smell has been known to send whole packs of wolves into heat!"

"Mmhmm," you mutter, trying to limit your breathing as much as possible. The cock has stopped growing, now at like 11 inches, and it is slick with precum. It's really easy to stroke now, you can almost do it unconsciously. Unfortunately, not focusing on stroking is just forcing you to acknowledge the musky smell that is now the only thing you can smell. It smells like what his crotch smelled like last night, but even stronger.

"You know..." Grinko grins. "I'm down for another blowjob. I don't need one, but if you want to give it..."