They playing with her pussy

One of the bokoblins turned toward her, sniffing the air. Its beady eyes locked onto her exposed crotch. It shuffled closer, its horned head tilting curiously. The creature leaned in, nostrils flaring as it inhaled deeply near her mound. A low, guttural grunt escaped it.

Without warning, its coarse tongue darted out, rasping against her slick folds. Urbosa jerked against her bonds, a gasp escaping her lips. The bokoblin ignored her thrashing, lapping hungrily at her sweat and arousal. Its companions paused their dress-up game, watching with tilted heads.

Soon, a second bokoblin shuffled closer, nudging the first aside. It dipped its snout lower, its tongue probing deeper inside her. Urbosa clenched her jaw, muscles straining as the creature explored her with wet, insistent strokes. A low groan vibrated in its throat.

The others crowded behind her, jostling each other for a view. Their rough skin brushed against her thighs and backside. One pressed its horned head against her hip, sniffing eagerly. Another nudged the first licker away, taking its turn with clumsy enthusiasm, its rasping tongue finding her clit.

Urbosa arched against her bonds, sweat dripping down her ribs. "Stop!" she hissed, twisting her wrists against the rope. The bokoblin ignored her, its tongue probing deeper inside her wetness. A third shoved its snout between her legs, lapping at her folds with eager grunts. They took turns now—one tasting her entrance, another flicking her clit, a third chewing on her inner thigh.

The relentless rhythm built inside her. She clenched her teeth, muscles trembling. Heat coiled low in her belly, spreading outward. Her hips jerked involuntarily against the rough tongues. "No—" she choked out, but her body betrayed her. A shudder ripped through her as she came violently, back bowing off the ground. She cried out, the sound echoing in the skeleton's ribs.

The orgasm left her gasping, limbs weak. The bokoblins paused, pulling back slightly.

As the aftershocks faded, a sharp sting replaced the wet heat. The bokoblin chewing on her thigh had bitten down harder, drawing pinpricks of blood. Urbosa gasped. That pain cleared her head for a split second. She saw the bokoblin adorned with her jewelry—the makeshift king—step forward. He shoved the others aside roughly, his small, red cock already erect and glistening. It was thick for his size, knotted and barbed near the base.