Reluctantly pleasure the goblin king

Glaw warned you that you must obey the goblin king, but he also warned you not to please the fat goblin too well, or he might take a liking to you. With that in mind, you approach him slowly, keeping your eyes down and standing before his nearly-naked body atop the piled pillows. The cushions are soft beneath your bare feet.

"She is beautiful," says Zakrog, "but a bit timid. Come on now, human. I crave your attentions."

He motions and you reluctantly get down on your hands and knees, crawling across the soft pillows and over to his side. He grunts and heaves his body onto his side so that he can fondle your dangling breasts. He runs his fat fingers over your pigment-smeared tits, pinching and twisting your nipples. When you don't immediately return any sort of pleasure he sighs with annoyance and takes your hand, placing it between his meaty thighs.

His small cock has grown hard from fondling you and you reluctantly wrap your fingers around his shaft and begin to stroke him. As you squeeze and rub his hard little penis, Zakrog begins sucking at your breasts, running his tongue over your nipples. You look away from the fat goblin king at your master, Glaw. He is staring over you and Zakrog, tension still working at his jaw as he is **** to endure your debasement.

You resolve to hurry the matter, licking the palm of your hand and using the moisture to lubricate the stroking you are giving to Zakrog. After a few short minutes the fat king flops onto his back and begins to moan and shudder. His puny prick pulses in your palm and a long rope of white cum spurts into the air, curving back and splashing across the mound of his stomach. You jerk him quickly and he spews out hot semen all over his fat gut and your fingers and coats his shaved pubic air with slimy spunk.

"Ahhhhh," groans Zakrog. "She is skilled with her hand, I'll give you that. Come and give your king a kiss, hu-man."

You wipe your cummy hand on his thigh and move up his body. He cradles your face to his and pulls your lips down against his mouth. His kiss is sweaty and tastes of wine and food. He thrusts his tongue roughly into your mouth and reaches back to smack a hand against your ass.

"Ahh," Zakrog says, satisfied. "She is a good one, Glaw. Go. Enjoy her. Perhaps you can train her to please a goblin and bring her back before the festival. You know my addiction to these humans."

You get up and follow Glaw out of the wooden palace of the goblin king. Glaw takes your hand.

"You have done well," he says. "I could see the lust for you in his eyes. Most goblins struggle to know the difference between human women, but Zakrog is expert. He knows beautiful wo-man."

Did Glaw just compliment you? You are certainly thankful to be with the muscular goblin who branded you and not that fat, disgusting king.

"I take you to my hold now. I am not rich like Zakrog, but I am not lowly. You will have comfort."

You and Glaw set off through the mud and smoke of the goblin village towards his home.