Mork and Zulga play with their new toy

Mork frees his cock from the confines of his pants. The uncut cock strains almost painfully, pointing at the cute, rounded butt of the goblin. Gretta wrinkles her face in anticipation, and softer than a whisper her lip trembles. Zulga parts Gretta's legs and buttocks apart, and guides her mate's cock with her free hand towards the tiny cunt, trying to insert it. It slides in with just the right amount of resistance; not too little not too much, just enough for that satisfying feeling. Mork grunts, resting to savour the moment.

"She nice and tight..."

"She very cute on your big cock." She sinks down on the throne, her chin resting on her breasts and her legs wide apart. She starts to finger herself, plunging her two main fingers in. She watches with a tusked grin on her face.

Mork begins to fuck Gretta, lifting her legs up so that he didn't have to bend over, forcing her to keep herself up with the tips of her fingers. She swayed back and forth like a battering ram, pausing occasionally when the Ork stopped to shift his weight or catch a breather. Gretta's snatch burned red. She was by no means a virgin, but she was entirely used to fucking the more noodly gobbo dicks, not the wider, longer, more solid ones the Orks have. Her sister said she wasn't ready just yet. Mork's cock stretched her out and filled her almost completely, showing through her stomach as a large bulge. Her eyes roll back and her tongue lulls out as she is utterly fucked with vigor. She has a very silly look on her face.

"Mmm... muffin, come and put gobbo on top of me. Me wanna feel her squirm."

"Oki, hold on." Mork bent over and scooped Gretta up by bear hugging her chest, his cock still deep inside. She groans softly when the cock jabbed against her cervix. He waddles over to his throne, careful to keep the goblin upright. Zulga sits up just before Gretta is dropped on her lap.

"Grutta, you still under magick?" Zulga stroked the goblin's face lovingly.

"Yes," she replies curtly, "me still under magick."

Tired of waiting, Mork begins to thrust, bouncing Gretta up and down on his mate's lap. Zulga hugs the goblin tightly, one hand around her back, one around her head, pushing Gretta's delicate face into her perky breasts. It sent ticklish tingles up Zulga's spine as Gretta began to suckle on the light green nipple, her nubbly little tusks gently scraping against the skin. She was squashed between two warm bodies, and even if she wasn't hypnotised, she would still be doing what she was doing.

"So sexy, she so sexy."

"You -hrmpf- sexy."

"You sexiest, you sexiest ork chief there is." The two orks kiss in that passionate, almost slobbering and overbearing, way. They don't care.

Mork suddenly cries out. He has been pounding his cock into the tiny tight pussy the whole time, and the pressure has finally built up. He held back all he could, letting the orgasm teeter on the edge a few moments longer, but that didn't last, couldn't last. In the last second he egressed his cock, pointing it upwards. A tall spurt of ivory shot out in an arc into the air, splattering against Gretta's ass and the back of her dress. Mork collapses forward, squashing the goblin even more until she was barely able to breathe.

They sat there like this for a minute or two, when suddenly, much to their surprise, Gretta began to sob.

Zulga looks at her concerned. "Huh wha'- what wrong Grutta'?"

"My dress," she says with tears streaming down her cheeks, "chief got cum on my favourite dress!"

The two orks look at each other. They didn't realise they were getting carried away.

"Oh ur... sorry lil' gobbo, me didn't mean to..."

"Why chief not cum inside?! Me would've been happier!" She pushes the chief away with surprising strength, and then rolled off Zulga, landing on her feet.

"Aw Grutta, me sorry. Me and chief got lil' carried away," Zulga said as she hugged the pouting goblin, stroking her hair, "we will wash your dress, oki?"

The goblin sniffles, trying to avoid eye contact. "...me guess that's okay..." She took her dress off over her head reluctantly, dropping it on the floor. Cum dribbles down her ass. "...me wanna' go see sis, teach me betterer magick that isn't dumb."

Gretta left.

"Bah, now she hate me," Mork grumbles while walking away, but he is stopped before he gets anywhere.

"No no, you wash dress."

"Wha'?"

"You made mess, you clean mess."

"But... but it embarrassing if other orks see chief wash clothes!"

"Well, maybe big hunky chief think twice before cum-cumming on tribe favourite gobbo."

There wasn't much he could say to that. He snatched it from her hand, and made his way to the forest stream.

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Mork sat down by the edge of the stream, grumbling and looking over his shoulder to make sure no-one else saw him. As he dipped the dress in the water, a thin line of cum snaked on the surface from downstream, attaching itself to the dress.

Mork yelled, scaring away all the birds in a mile radius. "OH COME ON, WHAT?!"