4th 1/2 round.

Fifteen minutes later, the male is still hammering your throat, tip to base on almost every thrust. Your own throat rubbed raw and gushing the greenskin's jizz and the excess saliva not sticking to your mouth's inner walls and the goblin's huge hog. Eye's rolled back into your skull in a sort of bitch-blissed state.

"We'll walk you around the gates of that fancy walled city you all come from. Let everyone inside know humans can be bitches too. Even for goblins. Let those snooty bitches know Goblin's aren't some stupid forest creatures that can't function in their towns!" He's clearly venting, and taking it out on you, leaving you in the unadmirable position of stress relief toy.

He finally shoots his load, a smaller and quicker shot than his previous showings, but still leagues better than what you're outputting at the moment. His head popping out of your throat once it's fully deposited in your gullet.

"Get up and follow me. Now."