Swell, just swell

You look down at a small camp of little green goblinoids. Your party makes plans around you as you wonder how you'll manage to kill a goblin without a weapon. Apparently they'll take it easy on you if you're unarmed but you still don't really know what to expect from the knobbly green men.

You look over at Gary who is currently all business. "Seline you'll provide overwatch while Royal and I pick off the ones on the outside, make sure to call out if you're getting overwhelmed. Loo- I mean Claudia...go ahead and do your thing, don't let us get in your way."

Nodding seriously and looking back towards the makeshift town, you edge closer down the hill to get a better look, your nose picking up sweet incense on the wind wafting from the tents below. You feel a sudden rush of blood to your cheeks at the smell, finding it reminiscent of your master's sweet asshole and nearly as arousing.

Lost in warm memories for a moment, you feel a loop of twine tighten around your ankle, yanking you prone into the nearby bushes you find yourself sliding rapidly down the hill, sliding to a stop at the feet of three goblins who look down at you laughing. Each of them grabs one of your limbs before you can stand up and you are steadily dragged through the small camp to the sweet smelling tent in the middle.

Your mind buzzes with arousal as the thick incense in the tent fills your lungs, the goblins release your arm and legs allowing you to get up to a kneeling position and take in your surroundings. Goblins, mostly, nearly all of them naked. You notice that none of them so much as raised a weapon at you around the same time that you notice their surprisingly endowed lower halves.

Maybe they really do think of me as harmless, you chuckle, perhaps I'll be able to kill one when they don't expect it. You think confidently.

Surprisingly, they seem patient enough to not to jump all over you, not that you can avoid contact in the cramped, steamy teepee. You regularly place your hand down only to find it wrapped around a pulsing 7 inch cock that wasn't there a moment before.

You give a green pickle an affectionate squeeze as another small green goblin brings you a cup of clear liquid and says "Drink"

Sipping at the apparent crystal clear water you have just been handed, you relax even further your legs stretching out in front of you as you realize how cramped you had been sitting. Your limbs outstretching into the pile of goblins, you watch as a green female shorstack starts to rub your toes along her slick pussy, the soft sensation sending shivers up your spine from your now sticky soles.

You look around for any goblins particularly susceptible to being killed by you right now. Swinging your head first right and then left, straight into the crotch of a standing, lady goblin. "Mmmmh" She moans, gripping your hair and pulling you into her wet lower lips. Getting over your momentary surprise, you start to lap at the tasty cunt in front of you as would only seem customary. You would protest with your hands that you're starting to no longer be thirsty but they seem to have been hijacked by a pair of cocks that you find yourself stroking absentmindedly as you swallow mouthful after mouthful of goblin cum straight from the source.

Having finished your drink, and your dress having somehow miraculously disappeared, you lean back onto more bodies that wiggle around you until they too can use some part of your body to get off. The goblins are surprisingly gentle as they persistently rub warty, precum-dripping genitalia all over your exposed tits and armpits. Your fingers seemingly in multiple wet holes at once as cocks plop into the crooks of your arms, two more wet green dicksfalling onto your lips moments later. You start to smooch them both in turn, greedily licking at the delicious precum drizzling onto your face from their dripping slits.

You can't really see anything from the goblin ass currently planted on your face, but you feel as the shaman goblin pushes a couple of her warty fingers into your still virgin cunt. Finding an intact hymen, the shaman suddenly exclaims something joyfully to the room. You struggle to resist from cumming at the onslaught of pleasurable sensations as the goblins pick up pace a little in excitement for something you don't understand. You feel the pile move around you, uncovering parts of your body for the shaman to smear something hot and tingly along.

Thankfully, the goblin covering your eyes with his thighs finally moves and you get a glimpse of the goblin shaman and the symbols she has apparently been drawing all over your abdomen and upper legs. The shaman is a half foot taller than the rest of the goblins but much more endowed, large breasts hanging pendulously over her girthy green, ten inch shaft textured with pulsing veins and warts. You gasp at the sight of her bitchbreaker before your view is cut off once again, another goblin managing to ram his cock into your mouth, pushing it against your throat as he grabs your head and pistons vigorously.

Next you know, the room is suddenly hushed and still, your body now held up towards the spellcasting green hermaphrodite by a platform of goblins, your legs spread apart, your virgin slit oozing from the continuous edging you just experienced.

The fires around the tent darken as magic fills the room, the tattoos and sigils painted across your naked body glow a pinkish red as the Goblin Shaman steps forward, chanting unintelligable words in the goblin tongue before plopping her fat cock onto your wet pussy. You swear thick dick must be growing from the magic as you watch her rub it seductively forward and back, the warts catching your clit and causing you to make pleading, puppy dog eyes up at the sexy shortstack reducing you to a submissive breeding hole for goblin cock.

The dominant herm looks down at you with a knowing smirk before saying. "Does the big pinkskin slut want to have my babies?"