You are an obedient

You follow behind the waddling Zakrog out of the tent and into the golden morning light. It is a very short walk to the privy tent, only a few feet, but you feel strange striding nude through the goblin camp, your pussy filled with Zakrog's seed.

He opens the flap to the privy tent and gestures for you to enter. You duck your head and step inside. There is a simple hole in the ground covered by a privy bench. The tent is heavily perfumed with the smoke of burning herbs, but still ripe with the stench of goblin - probably only the king's - excretions.

Zakrog grumbles and waddles over to a basin of water. He splashes his face and drys off with a towel as you stand obediently nearby, trying not to show your disgust at the smell. Zakrog turns around, still mopping at his face, and he eyes your naked body. His smile sends a chill up your spine. He walks past you and shoves the privy bench aside to expose the naked hole in the earth.

"Kneel above the privy," he instructs.

"Y-yes, Master," you answer, sinking to your knees with your astride the yawning pit of filth. The stench is eye-watering.

Zakrog stands before you, the green curl of his flaccid prick aimed at your face. You open your mouth to suck him and lean forward, but he laughs and pushes your face away.

"Not yet, eager little human," he strokes your hair from your face. "Lean your body back. I will watch my golden brew coat your delicious curves. Oh, but don't look so disgusted, my dear. This is an honor to be showered in my fluids."

He pinches your chin and says, "Now open your mouth again and lean back."

It all happens too quickly to really protest. You lean back, mouth open, tongue out, and suddenly piss is gushing from Zakrog's soft little prick and arcing right to your face. You close your eyes as the hot liquid splashes against your cheek. Zakrog adjusts his aim and pisses directly into your mouth, filling it up with the hot, sour liquid as it overflows your lips and gushes down your chin. It flows in a heavy waterfall of golden liquid down your breasts and over your flat tummy, you can even feel it washing over your mound.

"Swallow it," Zakrog urges and you do, gulping mouthfuls of his piss and still not keeping up with the heavy flow. You've never been so humiliated, and yet you love it. The moment the stream of piss diminishes you fall forward, eyes watering and stinging, nostrils full of the stink of it, and you begin sucking. It's already almost instinctually. You bury Zakrog's cock between your lips and press your tongue against his balls.

"You learn so quickly," Zakrog groans and rests his hands on your head as you begin bobbing and sucking him. "You are my finest purchase. An angel among human...ohhh...whores."

You take it as a compliment and moan your pleasure around the hard goblin meat engulfed in your sucking mouth. You want nothing more than to pleasure your master and you finger your cream-packed slit as you suck and suck. You are soon rewarded with moans from the goblin king. He pulls his cock from your mouth and wanks his spitty shaft over your damp face. He grunts and decorates your pretty face with a hot load of his cum. Strands of salty spunk fall across your parted lips and drip into your mouth. Long, white ropes ice your cheeks and dangle from the tip of your nose.

"Rise," he gasps, at last, and you stand and tower over the fat goblin. "Let us return to my tent for breakfast. I have another game to show you."