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**Sex-Scene belongs to something in my main work's lore. The Lord of Dun'Cloirgean has previously lost a challenge of sorts to a goblin, who has claimed his prize in a very physical manner! Posted this similarly on my DA, which I've been using to upload my main writing and various commissioned artworks related to my world - please check them out if you're interested in fantasy! :>

Art done by Disclaimer, whom I will be commissioning a full comic of this scene from; https://disclaimish.com/

Link to DA's version of this; https://www.deviantart.com/dunkhaerion/art/Khaerion-Bolbolg-1013328815

Link to my DA's page; https://www.deviantart.com/dunkhaerion**

Khaerion slid the door open and entered the bed chambers. It was large, overly so, with side doors and compartments intermittently placed along the smooth, nearly seamless white-stone walls; engravings of dragons illuminated in lapis, jade, and onyx decorating the interior with the designs of golden flames bursting from their mouth. His abode was crafted directly from the mountain exterior, shaped and detailed by the finest craftsmen the dwarves had to offer - because he demanded the best, in everything. The aforementioned doors led to various other chambers for his own proclivities; one on the right his personal bath house, the top left a statue garden, and the top right a trophy room. Dangling from the ceiling was a chandelier, composed of cut diamond and lunastil with four great serpent-like heads curling up the base around a blood-basin, like a ruby ball, in the center. At his left was the bed, a sizable piece of furniture with a lush canopy of cloth-of-gold curtains, a frame of polished and gilded mahogany, and silk sheets of bright cobalt laced with a gold trim.

Sitting on the bed was the room's only occupant, who had been waiting for the Ogre Lord to arrive. Balbolg - a small, diminutive green creature that barely reached Kharion's knees. A bald head, big pointy ears, and a nose that jutted from his face like a mountain; but despite all his ugliness, the goblin had the biggest smile of his life plastered across his face - crooked yellow teeth and all.

And... he was naked; bare green ass sinking in and stinking up Khaerion's luxurious comforter with greasy filth. But what really turned the ogre's nose up was what was sprouting up in front; It must've been half the creature's size, thick as an arm with bulging veins that led to a bulbous cock-head sporting a bumpy frill. From the tip leaked thick globs of pearly pre-cum that dripped down like slobber from a hungry beast. Plopped beneath the shaft of dark-green meat were the thing's balls, swollen orbs the size of grapefruits with a peachfuzz of wiry black hairs - and the foul odor drifting from those overripe fruits could be smelled even in the doorway; a heavy musk stinging at his nose that told the Ogre Lord the goblin had not washed it in days.

Looks like I'll have to burn those and have new ones made, Khaerion decided in his disgust. "It's a wonder you don't faint, with all that blood rushing to your prick." He addressed as he closed the door.

The goblin, of course, only heard a compliment. "Keke, biggest on the island," he responded, giving his cock a few pumping strokes with his hand. "I hope it pleases ye, Yer Majesty."

Khaerion rolled his red eyes. A fae's word was their law, and the ogre had given his - not that he thought he'd have lost, nor think of what prize the goblin would ask. "I'm sure." Khaerion began to disrobe, unclasping the golden chain links of his coat - 'clink, clink, clink'. The burgundy cloth slipped from his shoulders to reveal his muscular chest, then laid it upon a nearby chair. Next were the black-leather boots, with his pants following soon after until his brass-colored body stood stark and exposed with his cock turtled up in his sizable blackened sheath and his balls dangling between his thighs.

The ogre's carmine eyes flicked to Bolbolg, who was licking his nasty lips at the spectacle. The smaller male hopped off the bed and strutted over to Khaerion - the goblin's cock bobbing up and down as its host was too light to serve as a counterbalance; the ogre would probably have found it amusing in a different situation. The goblin reached up and gave Khaerion's balls a playful slap. "Go on an' tuck them things away, got no use for 'em tonight." The desire clear in his yellow, goatish eyes as he gave his own rod a few more tugs. "Only cock what matter s'already hard."

He grunted in annoyance at the goblin's crude manner but complied. Khaerion focused inward and his body began to change and reshape itself; the wideness of his face quickened like hot wax as it became more slender and soft - shedding his masculine grace for a more feminine allure. Then came his chest, shrinking and narrowing as two plush hills burgeoned forth, fattening and swelling into a pair of plump breasts. His abdomen was next, muscular bulk fading to memory in place of slender curves while his hips realigned themselves to serve a more womanly need. His balls drew up, melting away into his body along with the ogre's cock until all that was left in their place was a gap between her thighs and a pussy crowned by a curtain of silvery strands. In a matter of moments, the Ogre Lord went from 'King' to 'Queen'.

Khaerion stretched out her arms and legs, working himself into her new shape. "I suppose this is more to your liking?" She asked, flicking her silver ponytail over her shoulder so it draped across her bosom. It was the first time he had taken a female form, and despite the overall minor changes, it felt almost alien compared to, say, her dragon form. But the thought was short lived, she could feel something rubbing around her legs and thigh. Looking down, she saw Bolbolg clambering beneath her - staring up at her crotch with his nostrils flaring at the new sudden scent.

Khaerion scowled. "You really have no restraint, do you?" Came her new, lighter voice.

The goblin was unphased. "The night may be young, but day'll come soon nuff - so I plan ta enjoy every moment f'it!" Bolbolg stood on his tiptoes, trying to get at the fresh honey pot just above him..."But, er, it seems in this case, Yer... Grace? Majesty? Might be too tall..."

Khaerion reached down and grabbed him by a large ear, lifting him up so they were at level - earning a pained squeal from the crude fae. "Mind your place, goblin. You'll have your prize - but if you forget yourself, you will not like what comes after." The ogre released his grip and Bolbolg dropped to the floor with a 'thud'. "As for the latter, Your Majesty will still suffice."

"O-Of course, Yer Majesty," the goblin was quick to pick up the threat. "Now, ahem, would ye mind lowerin' yer cunt?" Or at least enough to ask first.

Khaerion's eye twitched and she let out a sigh. Not like there's any getting around it. She squatted down for him, leaning back with her hands on the floor to keep her balance. The ogress spread her legs to the side, presenting the goblin with her freshly formed pussy.

Bolbolg needed no further invitation. Faster than she could blink, that bald head dove between her thighs. Khaerion could hear him sucking in air as he inhaled the scent of her, the hot breath on her new bud sending tiny tingles traveling up her body. She could hear him mumbling too, probably thought it was quiet enough to go unnoticed; "Nothin' like the smell o' fa fresh bitch."

"How absolutely revolting," Khaerion cursed under her breath. But she stayed her place, awkwardly shifting as she felt his green fingers spread her nether lips apart. The ogress merely watched, waiting for Bolbolg to get on and done with it.

The goblin leaned in and a sudden shiver ran up her spine as her clit received its first wet kiss - his tongue dipping along her slip before his lips latched onto her nub; suckling on it like a ripe peach before releasing it with a squelching 'pop'. "Haah~" The pleasured sigh escaped her throat as a tide of pleasure rolled along the shores of her mind. What is that? The startled thought came, directed at both the unsettling jump of her voice and those priming sparks that left her sex tingling. In her fluster, Bolbolg lavished another kiss on her, his tongue lapping up her folds before she felt that light blissful tug on her mound's peak - 'Mmht'! 'Pplop'! 'Mmeaht'! The ogress found herself squirming, toes curling against the floor; the goblin's rough hand gripping onto her inner thigh as he kept her steady.

Despite her initial cold reception at the prospect of having to offer herself to the foul little fae, Khaerion found that she was strangely enjoying herself. Each little kiss, every trace of his tongue as it pushed into her... The ogress bit her lip. She stared at the repulsive, green, hairless head eating away at her crotch. Disgusting. Every slurp, pop and squelch. Sickening. Every hitch of her breath, the foreign "mmm's", "hah's", and "oh's" that left her lips. Humiliating. And yet she let her eyes flutter close as her hips pushed forward for more.

And the goblin was more than eager to oblige her, licking and sucking up every drop and trickle of sweet nectar leaking out of her pot. "Ha'ah, haahn~" the moans slipped out more frequently, metered by the obscene wet smacking from below. Khaerion may not have wanted to admit it, but... she licked her lips, refreshing the dampness that her heady breaths had dried out. The little monster may lack the Voice, but that tongue is magic enough. "Mmm," The ogress let out a high-pitched whimper as she felt something slide inside her. Her red eyes flecked down, and saw Bolbolg had added his fingers to the mix; first one, then two, then three - in and out as if every beckoning call they traced was like an invitation to heaven. Her breathing picked up as a fire ignited in her depths, with vulgar mewls worming their way in as her cunt clenched and squirmed around the intruders. Each dive delved deeper than the last as the explorers paced around the roof of her tunnel, until at last they found their treasure. Amidst the growing heat, her mouth opened in a silent gasp that morphed into a tender "Aaah" that was more squeak than moan.

This didn't go unnoticed by the goblin, who repeated the action; slowly massaging around it and pressing into the bundle of nerves that earned him another cute pleasured sigh. Khaerion's leg trembled as the goblin continued his assault, her gasps and spoiled murmurs quickly becoming the notes in a lustful lyric. "Oh that's good, right there..." the ogress absentmindedly implored. It was like someone was scratching an itch she hadn't even known existed, each press of the button adding to a heat building up inside her.

Khaerion felt Bolbolg's lips peel away, letting his annoying voice sour the moment. "Kekeke," he laughed, tasting her wet on his lips. "Looks like'n we found yer bitch switch, eh? Yer Majesty?"

"What did I say about getting carried awa-Aaahn!" Her voice broke away as that spot inside got another press. Bolbolg had no intention of letting her ruin his fun, and he started making full use of his discovery. Khaerion's body shuddered as the goblin's fingers laid their blessed curse on her, cunt quivering as she struggled not to collapse. "Will - hnnh~ - you wait - Aaah~ - minnnnnh~." Oh, to Hell with it - I'll wait until he's done. The ogress tilted her head back, giving into whatever the goblin was doing down there.

Bolbolg's pace quickened, digits deftly finding their mark to Khaerion's burning pleasure. So close... just a bit more... each wave wracked against her body, hounding her toward what could only be the climax. And that was the only concern on her mind; not the ordeal she found herself in, nor the fact it was this repulsive cretin about to thrust her over the edge. Just the all-consuming ecstasy promised at the end.

Finally the dam burst, her pussy spasming in tremulous quakes. Bolbolg's mouth mounted her mound like a sucker fish as she squirted off in steamy jets - the green bastard refusing to relent on her sensitive, succulent, overworked sex. Khaerion's body was white hot, mind melting as countless pulses of tingling electricity shattered her senses. The ogress's arms and legs tensed up in the wake of her orgasm, before a strange weakness took them over that collapsed her to the floor. Khaerion merely lay there, staring up at the ceiling - her chest rising and falling as she panted out haggard breaths while her body continued to twitch and tingle.

Khaerion gazed up at the chandelier, but she noticed that heat had not dissipated as she watched the magical light dance between the faceted gemstones. Then something eclipsed it, casting a shadow across her face - an oblong throbbing cock. The grotesque length of green meat loomed just above her, letting hot droplets of white jelly fall onto and smear across her brassy cheek. And the smell... it was impossible to ignore at this distance, the primal scent of sweat, cum, and whatever filth lingered in those glans. But she couldn't help but note it wasn't nearly as bad as when he had first entered, in fact she was beginning to find it rather enticing. The idea froze her. Of course this form would find it alluring... her mind buzzed with apprehension at the realization, even as she began to salivate. Goblins' cum was the single, most potent aphrodisiac you could inflict upon the fairer sex; a subjugating cocktail laden in Bolbolg's burly balls, brewed with the sole intention to repurpose any woman into his pliable breeding sow - And Khaerion was currently a 'she'. An implication that slipped his mind when he had shifted.

The goblin reached to his tip, fingering out a glob of his ball-batter. He smiled down at her, stretching the goopy fluid between his fore and thumb. "Liked da rub, didja? Nice'n warmt up now?"

The ogress's pussy involuntarily clenched at the gesture and she understood; Bolbolg had been massaging his vile mixture in as he had at her, ironing out her objection as she indulged in the pleasure. Her hunger had often led her to mild inconveniences, but the fact she was still burning up down there told her this would be quite a lesson.

He positioned himself at her chest, lowering down to straddle her breasts; his hulking shaft sliding into the valley between Khaerion's two plush hills. Bolbolg's hand grabbed one of those plush pillows, kneading his fingers, wettened with both their juices, into the softness. The hand climbed to the peak and clasped around her copper areola, applying pressure so her podgy nipple popped up like a buoy on the surf. His thumb rolled over it, sending new sparks through her still-recovering mind; a tug, a pull - teasing traces on the sensitive bud. The goblin leaned in, taking the nub in his mouth; a lovebite that earned him a welcoming whine. He pulled away disgruntled. "Empty," he spat, quite literally. "Was hopin' ta try some ogre milk."

But the discontent passed in a moment as he took the other breast in hand, pulling in the supple flesh to mold around his cock. Bolbolg's hips gave a few pumps, getting his tool snuggly sandwiched between them. "C'mon now, grab'old! S'bout time I getta rub'o me own."

She stared into the den his green snake had made of her tits, the twitching messy hole gawking back at her. Inside, Khaerion wanted to put an end to this mockery. However, she was bound by her own magic promise; as long as the moon was still in the sky, her body was slave to the goblin's whim. But more than that, there was an annoying fragment of her that was craving it; addled by the goblin's intoxicating potion. The ogress acquiesced, seizing her ample bosom from the goblin's grip and holding the smothering pillows in place.

Bolbolg thrust, plunging his bulbous cockhead forward to plant a sloppy kiss right on her lips. Then it quickly retreated, leaving sappy tendrils of his muggy gruel connecting them. The battering ram struck into the hatch, again and again - all while smearing filth across her elegant face. "Wassat? Majesty can't 'turn the favor, after I loved ya up?" The goblin taunted.

Khaerion furrowed her brows. "You-" But as soon as those pretty lips opened, the goblin slammed in! She choked on her words as his slimy tip broke through, the male's nutslop oozing out onto her tongue; a salty creme with a sickly sweet undertone. It was raw and unfiltered, and the pungent flavor had her mind reeling - though whether it was disgust or arousal, she wasn't sure. The ogress felt him slowly recede, bumpy frill dragging along the inside of her cheeks. She gasped and found her mouth quickly filled again; the goblin was relentless with her opening, fucking into her face with wicked glee - his hips echoing with resounding 'plaps' as they clapped against her breasts.

And among this maelstrom of wild thrusts, heady odors, and conflicting sensations the goblin exploded. He gave a final dive, clenching into her softness as he tried to dig as deep as the flesh would let him - his teeth bared in a shit-eating grin.

Khaerion felt him go rigid as the thick, worm-like vein on his member pulsed and bulged against her tongue.... Before it doused the inside of her mouth with a fresh, hot broth straight from his taut cauldrons. It was hard to describe the sudden texture; a deluge of thickened gelatin that clumped up like curd, with a strange oily quality that made it swish and slosh around as easily as water. The taste was of a light bitterness, with an underlying fruity sourness. To Khaerion, in this moment, it was utterly divine; her tongue frantically lapping at the goblin's tap as her mind hazed over. Her mouth swirled in a pool of cum, drool, gunk, and whatever wily black hairs had come loosed - becoming a toilet as Bolbolg pissed the contents of his balls down the drain that was her throat.

It seemed to go on forever, rope after rope shooting out; it was suffocating, in a literal sense - that oversized, inflated head engorged into a seal that both kept the muck in and the air out. Her head foggy as a gallon of that wretched, aphrodisiacal scum pooled in her stomach, causing her to quiver and tremble as she struggled to breathe; her jaw stretched tight over his swollen cap. How mortifying would it be, for the Lord of Dun'Cloirgean to die; not in battle, or at the hand of some well-laid scheme - but choked to death on a goblin's prick? Thankfully, Bolbolg's stream petered out and he pried himself from her mouth with a loud, sunctiony 'squelch'. Khaerion let out a loud and exaggerated gasp as swill spilled out with the departure as she sucked in fresh air.

The ogress sat up, sending the goblin on her chest tumbling backwards. She was dazed, like a fog was seeping into the crevices of her mind. Khaerion cleaned the grime off her mouth with the back of her hand, staring at the milky fluid. It's all because of this grot... the Ogre Lord understood what was happening, but... there was a cloud about her, figuratively and literally; The heady musk in the air wrapping around her like phantom chains. She was ensnared by it, that hatefully tantalizing aroma wafting up her nose and into her brain. The ogress should have wiped it off, that was what reason told her; but the dominating draft of liquid love currently churning in her stomach issued a different take. Instead, she brought it back to her mouth, relishing every bead of the cloying syrup until there was none left. Reason dissolved away in the buckets of cum the goblin had filled her with and intoxication began speaking for her. "I must have more!"

Her ruby orbs swiveled to where the goblin had tumbled to, Bolbolg's cock still standing strong as he picked himself up. The ogress licked her lips. Without hesitation she lurched forward, crawling toward it like a pilgrim to a holy site - until her face was almost touching the sacred obelisk; coating it with her trembling, heated breath. Khaerion pressed her nose down into his sweaty sac, nuzzling between his solid, heavyset boulders. Sssnnfff. She took a deep whiff of his foulness, letting the repugnant incense wash over her. Sshnniiifffhh. The source of the impulsive scourge worming around in her skull. Ssshhhnnnniiiiffffhhh. "I need it..." the thought dripped through her melting mind and out of her gasping mouth.

"Keke, I betcha do," The goblin laughed, looking down on the ogress. He released a pleased grunt as Khaerion sucked in one of his balls, suckling on the plump egg like a delectable delicacy. "Nevah metta bitch what could handle a full load in 'er gut without losin' it." Bolbolg gave his cock a pump, leftover slosh dribbling out to give her silver hair a pearly varnish. "An' yer lookin' like one o' the hens back home."

The ogress heard what he said, but any gripe that bubbled to the surface was quickly drowned under the raging tempest stirring up her thoughts. There was only one thing her befuddled mind could concentrate on, and the ogress was already doting on it. She let the large lump drop from her mouth and moved to the base of her worship. Khaerion's tongue flicked out, tracing a trail up the slimy, looming spire; inch by girthy inch, mopping up every creamy daub and fleck of smut.

"Thassit, gettit all in there," the goblin cooed as she heaped kisses on his dick. Bolbolg reached down and grabbed onto her silver braid tightly in his grubby hand. He yanked on it, using it as a leash to make her climb higher and higher; dragging her mouth along the broad vein rising up from his mucky mire, over the bumpy hills at his hood until, finally, she arrived at the spurting spring at the summit. Pillowy lips opened and closed around the leaky tip, swallowing down alms the goblin's greasy gutter graced upon her.

Khaerion's hand unconsciously slid down to her soaked cunt burning with heat. Her fingers pushed into the soft flesh, desperately trying to recreate the goblin's earlier performance as a puddle accumulated beneath her. Lost in her own passion, another hard tug on her argent reins snatched her attention and her temporary owner's amusement filled her ears. "Kekeke, looks like is time ta break yew in proper." Bolbolg gave another pull, leading her on hands-and-knees to the bed like she was his obedient pet. "Up, an' on yer belly." He commanded with a slap of her supple rear. "Then I'll give that cunt o' yers all the lovin' it can handle!"

The ogress's heart jumped at the prospect while her pussy ached with longing. Finally... relief flooded in. She had been waiting for him to stick that slab of meat in her from the start; but she couldn't help but feel her sentiments at that time were different. Khaerion did as she was ordered, clambering up onto the blue sheets and laid down with her ass to the ceiling. The ogress felt the mattress shift as the goblin quickly followed, a presence just behind her closing in between her spread legs.

The first of him the waiting ogress felt was his hands, fingers sinking into her plush, firm rear; massaging the round mounds in spiraling motions. Her cheeks were spread apart, and she felt his face press against her undercarriage. HHHHIIIIIFFFFF. "Mmm-mm!~ Not gonna smell like that afta I'm done wit' it," Bolbolg said with a final wheezing. The goblin pulled back and suddenly there was something huge rubbing at her entrance.

Khaerion instantly knew what it was as it trawled across her sex. Come on, come on, come on... The tension was building with every prod, glance and draw as she waited for him to give what her body craved. But it never came. "What's taking so long...?" She grumbled.

"Kekek, didn't yew tell me ta show restraint?" The goblin mocked, dipping his tip in her velvety shallows only to pull back out. There was a wet thwap, thwap, thwap as he rapped his cock on her ass. "Though, I could be 'vinced ta speed up iffin ya begged~. Ye, iffin yew cried 'Please, Mastah Bolbolg, fuck me wit' yer cock', I'd be happy to~."

Khaerion wouldn't have stood for this in his right mind. But, this wasn't his right mind - or form nor night. "Please Bol-"

"'Mastah'" he interrupted, sending the fat of her ass rippling with a slap.

"Please, Master Bolbolg, fuck me with your cock-!" PLAP! Not a moment after finishing, the long length of goblin cock slammed into her tight cunt. Khaerion swayed forward as all 14-inches of green fuckmeat stretched her virginal canal. "Oh!~" The ogress gasped at the sudden fullness. The goblin grinded against her, enjoying the snugness squeezing his dick. Then he slowly withdrew, the bumpy fringe under his hood catching and pulling at her folds. "Mmmmm~," she hummed in ecstasy at the sensation rolling over every nook and cranny. Then he was in her again, sheathing himself to the hilt and nudging at her womb; dragging along her insides as he backed out to do it all over again. Plap! "Aaahn~". Plap! "Mmmmnnn~". Plap! "Haaah~". Her fingers dug into the sheets as Bolbolg pounded away, her mouth good for nothing but whimpered cries and lip-biting moans; head so rattled by lust, pleasure, and goblin spunk that she couldn't even form a coherent thought.

"Who knew the Ogre Lord was sucha needy slutte unda all that ego!" Bolbolg squealed with delight as he tore into her snatch, Khaerion's greedy hole clinging onto every inch as it refused to let go of him. His golden goat eyes looked at her back, but didn't see the Ogre Lord - right now, there was only a bitch in heat desperate for his cock. He licked the spittle from his lips. A bitch in heat was only good for one thing. "Ya like that, dontcha?" He asked, taking aim at that sweet button.

"Oh *hah* Yes!~" Was her haggard reply.

"Love me cock that much, do ya, slutte?"

"Hnnngh, yes!~" She wasn't even comprehending what was being said - just agreeing to whatever would keep those hips slamming into her.

The goblin smiled evilly - Khaerion was well and lost, and Bolbolg was gonna take every advantage he had this night. "Then is 'right if I finish inside, eh?" The goblin may have promised beforehand not to blow his load inside - but the Fae's magic was not in his voice, and he was under no obligation to hold it. He just needed her to agree. He buried himself as he asked, grinding against her deepest bit as he gave that forbidden chamber a kiss. "Give yew that hot fillin' you need?"

Somewhere inside, someone was screaming "No!" - but it was a faint echo lost in the storm. "Oh, please, let me have it~" The ogress groaned, the promise of sweet release caramelizing her mind like irresistible candy.

"Keke, don't kill me fer it later, okay? I need ta hear yew promise it!"

"Yes, yes, just give it to me already!~" She pleaded in that magic Voice of hers.

Bolbolg picked up the pace, permission and safety granted to him. After all, those with the Voice had to abide by whatever terms they agreed to. The goblin plowed into her with abadon, getting her fields ready for the seeding he was about to give her; hard, bulldozing strikes that sank her into the mattress. The bitch beneath him erupted in song - frenzied mewling sobs, persistent puffs, and crying moans a symphony in his ears. And then, after a euphoric eternity, he felt the familiar pressure welling up in his cock and gave the royal what she begged for.

After a boisterous burst of motion, he sunk in as deep as he possibly could; hands clawing as they rooted into her ass and heaved it flush against his crotch as he fought for more ground. His cockhead battered against her cervix, poking into her baby chamber as it formed that inescapable seal. Bolbolg grunted as he held himself there, the goblin's balls rigidly clenching and jerking as they prepared to shoot their scalding payload into Khaerion's vulnerable depths.

Then Bolbolg erupted inside her, balls spasming as his nuts slopped into the shuddering ogress. He treated her like she was just another one of his broodmares, cramming her womb chock full of his fresh searing glaze so that it swelled up like an overstuffed pastry. His rounded tip trapping every bit of base batter in her oven, ensuring the only way his swimmers would be leaving were as little bouncing babies. Bolbolg had no doubt his little bastards were already nibbling at Khaerion's defenseless eggs. "Keke," he laughed as he came. "Ye might be the father o' dragons, but yer aboutta be the mother o' goblins." After all, goblin conception rates were obscenely high - it's why they descended on the lands every few years, like a swarm of locusts; had to cull the numbers somehow.

But the ogress wasn't even listening any more. Her face was smothered in the sheets, body spasming as a tornado whipped that tempest into one singular point. Khaerion didn't even moan, the only thing leaving her open mouth was drool and stifled pleased pants. Her body was like jelly, lower bits were melting and dripping away under the molten mere. The monarch was filled to bursting, and that long slug just kept sloshing more into her reservoir. The ogress's toes curled and flicked in the air and her fingers literally tore the comforter she was gripping into as she rode her orgasm out.

After long minutes, the river flowing into her canal slowed to a trickle, and she quivered as his bumps pulled along her overly sensitive canvas. A flood of cum came with the seal's departure, and a curdy current followed the plug out and onto her bed. A jolt ran through her as the goblin gave her butt another smack, body still tender and recovering, and she heard his voice again. "Keke, night's still young, bitch. Getta cleanin', next rounds 'boutta begin."

Her lips curled into a smile. Oh, yes...

The rest of the night passed in bliss as the goblin took her every which way he could, laying his claim to every hole she possessed multiple times over. Stretching out her cunt and ass until the gaped holes stared at him like the dumb eyes of a cow. At times it was hard to pry her mouth off of him too, though the goblin made sure to put that to fair use as well - especially at his rear. He looked over to the ogress, lying face-up on the bed - first to her heaving chest, then down to her leaking pussy. Bolbolg chuckled, reaching to the lower mound to give it a squeeze. 'Sqqrrwwpp'. The thick white river running out as he wrung the abused sex. "Looks like dawn, eh?" The goblin noted at the light shining through one of the shutters. Day had come to vanquish the night, and the goblin's fun. But maybe that was for the best - he was panting heavily now too, and he was sore all over; having her ride him was a mistake - she may have been in the throes of a sex-addled whore, but she still had the strength of an ogre. "Thought me pelvis was gonna break afta that..." Yes, it may be for the best that he be very far away before she woke up.

But as Bolbolg went to leave the bed, a hand found his shoulder; a grip like steel that courted no refusal. "Where do you think you're going?" The voice asked.

The goblin froze. He had Khaerion's promise, so the ogre couldn't kill him... but that didn't stop the cold sweat that started. "Y-Yer Majesty," he found his cordiality and manners. "The promise is 'filled, so I was just gonna-"

"Promise?" She sounded confused. "Ah, yes, the promise." Khaerion laughed, an infectious trill that made the goblin uneasy. "I believe it was 'I'll give that cunt of yours all the loving it can handle', correct?"

Bolbolg swiveled his head and immediately regretted it. There was a dangerous gleam in those red eyes, one that told him he should have left long ago. "...W-what?"

"That's the promise you made to me, is it not?" She licked her lips like a hungry beast hovering over a fresh kill. "And let me tell you, I've yet to have my fill." Khaerion dragged him back, pushing him down into the bed as she hovered over the smaller male. "Don't regret it now!~"

The last thoughts Bolbolg had that day as she straddled him were thus; Oh... oh no...