Some. He gives you an alternative.

"What's that?" asks Yarko. "Hu-man beg mercy?"

"Yes!" you sob. "Please! Stop this! Just kill me!"

You can feel the Sorg's cold nose touch your thigh as it sniffs your ass. A warm, fleshy tongue licks your ass cheek. You tremble in fear of violation.

"We not kill you, dumb hu-man," laughs Yarko. His weight lifts from your shoulders and he grabs your hair with both hands, yanking your head up. "You don't like Sorg? Fucked by sorg is all you good for."

"Please," you say, trying to fumble for Yarko's belt. The goblin slaps your hands away. "No! Forbidden. You no touch. Sorg is randy. He like hu-man wo-man. If you no want bred by sorg, then you use mouth."

"What? No!"

Before you can object further, Yarko turns you around to face the panting sorg. It is huge, nearly as big as a man, with gray-black fur and white on its face. Its glistening, crimson cock has extended from it sheath. Yarko pushes your head down. You can smell the fur and the musk of its prick. The goblins around you cheer at the thought of what they are about to see.

"Suck!" snarls Yarko. "Suck sorg or we beat you, then you get ass fucked by sorg."

Tears streaming down your face, you feel you have **** but to comply with Yarko's foul demand. You hesitantly reach a trembling hand out towards the sorg. The goblins aren't satisfied. They jeer you and Yarko spits a goblin curse and kicks your side.

"Get on with it!" he snarls.

The sorg's cock is damp and soft around the hardness and incredibly hot. You grip it gently, feeling sickened by the contact, and you stroke. The sorg paces in place and turns its head to look at you.

"Not wank!" growls Yarko. "Suck!"

Your side hurts from the kick and your body is sore from the long rung through the forest. Your back protests as you lean down and turn your face to the side, the furry, mud-clotted underhair of the sorg against your cheek. Its musky smells fills your nostrils. You lean forward, closing your eyes at the last moment and making contact with your lips on the sour, gleat-smeared head of the sorg's cock. You open your mouth and engulf the dire wolf's prick.

The goblins cheer as you begin to suck. The sorg, not quite understanding what you are doing, hunches and humps against your mouth, driving its cock to the back of your throat and gagging you repeatedly.

Your tongue and mouth stimulate the thrusting sorg fuckmeat until, after a short time, hot cum boils from the head of its throbbing cock and bastes your mouth. It spurts with such **** it invades your sinuses and causes you to sputter and gag. Milky yellow sorg spunk pours from your mouth and out of your nose.

Yarko kicks you again and shouts, "Swallow!"

You do your best, fighting down the bile rising in your throat and **** back several hot swallows of the cum. The goblin pulls the sorg away from you and it sinks down on its haunches and licks itself clean.

"Many more," says Yarko as he brings another sorg over.

You don't have the will to resist. You crawl beneath another furry chest and wrap your lips around another beastly sorg cock.

It takes much of the afternoon. You suck and swallow sorg cum until you are sick with it. Your jaw aches and you have emptied your stomach several times into the grassy clearing, barely given time to recover from your retching before another eager sorg cock needs to be serviced. The goblins laugh and cheer and taunt you. Some step up to you while you are sucking and wank their cocks onto your back, crying out and adding spatters of their hot cum to the indignity you are suffering.

When it is done and you collapse, exhausted, you are bound to a sledge and you are dragged behind an especially big sorg back to Gimlesh Ziglig. Yarko and a few of the other goblins throw you onto the ground in the middle of the village and piss on you to clean your face and chest. You weep through the hot shower, your tears continuing to flow as you are dragged into Zakrog's wooden palace.