A Victorian Tale Pt. 25

A Victorian Tale!

Part Twenty-five - Cocksleeve Wedding!

Both tribes watched as the couple talked and gently touched each other, then Gul looked at Pah and nodded. The girl looked back at the human Leader, and did the same. Something had been agreed.

"I believe," muttered Tak under his breath. "That she has agreed to be his cocksleeve. The king, the human in charge, is permitting it because it means we have an alliance. The girl, if I understand the human's comments, is his daughter. A Princess to join with her ogre. And, if this happens, our two tribes will aid each other in times of need."

"She seems happy with the arrangement," said T', wondering if the girl had been put up to this alliance, if she was doing this under duress.

"Yes," said Tak. "Let me listen to their talk."

The king and Pah were talking together now and a human female, possibly the girl's mother, was hugging her daughter and crying tears of joy. Then she flung her arms around Gul, to his surprise, and was whispering in his ear.

"It seems," said Tak. "That the girl has been dreaming for a year about becoming cocksleeve to a handsome ogre. And Gul fits her idea of handsomeness. Which is strange, because I am here."

He laughed, a belly laugh at his joke, and T' felt him churning in her fanny. It was very pleasant.

"Oh frig me Tak," she giggled. "I am pleased to be carried by the most handsome ogre in the tribe."

He put his fingers into her crack and gently caressed her, then said, "Her father, the king, is saying that he had a strange urge to take a route across the land that was more southerly than was normal for them. They would not have met if he had not changed his plans."

"Ooooh," replied T' as the waves of pleasure filled her mind. "I called out with magic to find someone to make Gul happy. I think it must... oh glory... have worked."

"I would agree," said Tak. "And now the daughter will be taken away by our women and theirs, for a while, and prepared for her first mounting."

"In front of everyone?"

"Yes, but before that we are to see her mother, the queen, honour her daughter's mount."

"Honour Gul?"

"Yes. It is a tradition for mother, aunt, or some other relative to do this and, if I'm not mistaken, the queen is very much looking forward to the duty."

T' was getting close now and looked around at the other ogres, they were without exception, stimulating their cocksleeves. Gasps of pleasure started to fill the air and then the male ogres were each grunting.

"Uh uh uh uh uh," they grunted, Tak joining in, a lusty chorus as they watched the queen strip off her skins and dance before Gul. She was taller than her daughter, and more shapely, and her pendulous breasts swung in front of her with her gyrations. Gul sat, leaning back on his arms slightly, his mouth open with delight.

The queen pushed her hand between her legs and gyrated her hips, perhaps preparing herself with self pleasure, then she dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around Gul's phallus. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue in an exaggerated manner, then proceeded to lick, suck and kiss the massive organ. Gul grunted with emotion and pleasure and his phallus twitched and moved away from his body as it became aroused.

Somewhere a drum beat rang out, a slow pulse. It must have been one of the humans because T' had never seen a drum as part of the ogre tribe's equipment. The queen stood away from Gul and twitched her hips in response to the beat. Several men brought skins and covered the ground behind her, then she dropped back onto the ground. She supported herself on feet and her elbows, her back arched, threw her legs wide, and thrust her hips up at Gul. The invitation could not be more clear.

--o--

Mary was preparing dinner when the doorbell rang. She quickly added the vegetables to the stew and calculated that a slow heat for a couple of hours would cook it to perfection. Then she smoothed down her apron, tidied her hair, and went to answer the door.

Four children stood on the top step. Three little boys and a girl. They had the look of orphans, street urchins, those poor children who had not been lucky enough to be helped by the various philanthropic charities.

"Guard you, we have been told!" declared one boy. "Sent to protect!"

"Sent by whom?" asked Mary, wondering how four children, three boys and a girl, could possibly perform the duties of a troop of guards.

"Mistress Magdalena," came the reply.

Mary reached out to the side of the door where the Professor had placed something for this very sort of encounter. A choker with three special ancient beads, the design made to hold them close to the skin.

"Excuse me a moment," she said to the little crowd on her doorstep. Then she put it on. There was a slight tingle as the three cold beads touched her neck

When she looked back out of the door the four 'children' had changed. The clothes were the same, dirty and torn, worn out with the rigours of the street, but the creatures in them were revealed in their true form. Green skin, green scruffy hair, long pointed ears, big eyes and wide mouths full of sharp triangular teeth. No taller than young children, the overall effect was of cute, slightly podgy, bodies with mouths like little green sharks.

"You will forgive me," said Mary. "But what are you?"

The lead 'boy' grinned up, making the most of his teeth, "Goblins, ma'am!"

Mary studied them. The males had scrawny arms but the impression was of incredible strength for their size. The female was more delicately muscled with two perfect hemispherical breasts that strained against her dress. And they were, she could see, all armed with chaotic looking knives that seemed all spikes and ragged edges. How she had not seen the weapons before was a mystery to Mary. And now she had to decide what to do.

Should she let the goblins in? Should she trust that they were telling the truth when they said that Magdalena had sent them. And did she entirely trust Magdalena. True, she had allowed James, her husband, to live. But she had sucked him dry before making that decision. What would the Professor do, she wondered?

"Come in," she finally said, deciding that the Professor trusted fey and she should too.

"Thanks ma'am," said the lead goblin. He didn't look disturbed by the fact it had taken a lot of thought before Mary had made the invitation.

In moments the hallway was full of excitable goblin. The contrast with the silent group on the doorstep was very noticeable. What wasn't unusual was Mary letting a bunch of street children into her home. None of the people in the street gave them a second glance. It was quite common for richer households to take in poor people, give them a good meal, and a few pennies. Simple philanthropy.

Mary closed the door and addressed the goblins.

"Are you hungry?" she said. Offering food was second nature to her, and a good way of getting loyalty. "There are pies and sweetmeats in my kitchen."

Four little green bodies jumped up and down in glee and followed her to her domain. Here they descended on the pantry and consumed, it appeared, more than their own bodyweight in food. Mary was pleased that they enjoyed it, but alarmed that she might run out of supplies. When James returns I will have to send him out for more ingredients, she decided.

"Food good," the lead goblin declared, rubbing his now slightly bloated tummy.

"Agree," said the female. "Fucking?"

She aimed this at her three companions who grinned and nodded. In less time than it takes to say 'goblin slut' she was naked and had crawled onto the kitchen table. Mary quickly removed items of cutlery and crockery from it, and only just in time. A few seconds later and the table was full of naked goblin.

My, thought Mary, they can move quickly when they need to. And then she was staring at their bodies, fascinated by what she saw. The female was very shapely, with wonderfully curved green thighs, a thatch of bright green hair between her legs and a strangely red fanny. When the plump lips were pulled to the side the skin under them was bright as rouge, almost a beacon. She parted the plump lips with her fingers to show the flash of red skin, which seemed to have an immediate effect on the males. Her breasts were rounded and pert, almost taut, as if they were based on muscle instead of fat.

She lay back on the table and purred like a cat.

The males were astonishingly well endowed. None of them were more than half Mary's height, and she was not a tall woman. But their phalluses were all the size of a well-endowed human. From a root of thick, curly green hair, it curved up to a magnificent bright purple gnarled head that looked like some sort of exotic foreign mushroom. And the shaft was complete with little interesting lumps and bumps that extended down it like a natural weapon of war.

My goodness, Mary thought, if I was offered a mushroom like that down at the market I would definitely think twice before adding it into a stew. Her second thought was, that if she was offered such a magnificent phallus, she probably wouldn't think twice before accepting it for pleasuring.

Certainly the female wasn't thinking twice. Perhaps this was normal for these creatures. Eat and then fornicate. She was welcoming their advances with the same dedication to pleasure that a dinner party might partake of cigars and port for the men, and sherry and sweetmeats for the ladies. Only the males were offering cigar-like things to her, and she was offering sweet things to them.

One male had already penetrated her fanny and another moved to her head. Goodness, thought Mary, what of those teeth? Surely she will bite him. But she needn't have worried. The female opened her mouth and Mary watched as the teeth withdrew into some sort of natural cavity. One moment she had a mouthful of deadly triangular fangs, and the next there was just soft gums, she had become as toothless as an old man or woman. The goblin male took hold of her head and pushed his phallus into her mouth. It went in smoothly and came out coated in saliva. The male groaned in pleasure and slowly pushed in and out, savouring the sensations.

In contrast the goblin that had penetrated that bright red fanny was not going slowly. He was plunging in and out at a furious pace and trying to fight off his friend at the same time. Amongst goblins, thought Mary, there was little of the etiquette that human couples observed when fornicating with a group of friends. The patience to wait, perhaps just praising and caressing, until it was their turn to pleasure. Here it was clear that the strongest goblin got the most fucks.

She felt sorry for the goblin left out of the little orgy and, sitting down at the table, she reached out and stroked his phallus. She ran her fingertips along its length, remarkable for the size of the creature, and felt the little bumps and protuberances. These are designed to give pleasure, she thought, and this phallus is so hard that you would feel every sensation. No signs of brewer's droop in this manhood, a problem many Victorian men suffered from due to the large intake of alcohol in the diet.

Her fingers were loathe to stop touching this wonderful organ and she moved to stroke the head which was very much like a mushroom, and flatter in profile than a human phallus. There was a generous sized hole at the end which was already oozing clear secretions. From there she traced the underside of the goblin manhood down to the large ball sack between its legs. If anything the underside was more knobbly than the upper edge and it twitched twice in response to her touch, producing a lubricant of some kind.

Her fingers arrived at the creature's scrotum and Mary wrapped her hand around it, to find that - unlike James's - she could not encompass it with a single hand. The testicles were large, perhaps three times as large as a human. She added a second hand to hold his ball sack, weighing his balls. My goodness, she thought, for a little creature you have a lot of balls.

The moment she cupped his balls in her hand the creature turned to look at her, and leaped!

"Oh!" said Mary. This was either the right, or the wrong, mouth shape to make, depending on what you wanted to happen. If you wanted a goblin phallus straight down your throat the round shape was perfect. That gnarled head went in and was pushed onwards by the weight of a flying goblin.

"Glub!" choked Mary. The goblin still flew forwards and put its feet on Mary's shoulders. Little green hands grasped the sides of her head. The phallus continued its swift and remorseless descent into her throat until it could go no further. The full weight of the goblin struck Mary and her nose was squashed by his abdominal muscles.

"Urghh!" Grunted Mary as she felt the weight of the goblin tipping her back in the chair, then the chair was moving and she was falling backwards. The weight of the goblin was unbalancing her, amd it. There were a few seconds when Mary felt that sensation of flying herself as the chair fell backwards, and then she was on her back, arms and legs wide, on the stone flagged floor.

Luckily, the goblin hands wrapped around her head took the blow or she would have been badly stunned. The little creature accepted the blow instead. Perhaps they were used to rough and tumble and it made no more than a short, sharp, grunt as it took the impact that should have hit Mary's skull. Then it started to withdraw its phallus.

Oh good, thought Mary, it's going to left me go and apologise for putting me on the floor. But it wasn't to be. The withdrawal was not complete, and was followed by rapid thrusts.

"Glub glub glub," she gurgled before she began to taste the flavour of the phallus. Then her tone changed. It was delicious, very flavoursome, a dark mushroomy taste that had Mary salivating in seconds and wanting more.

Above her, on the table, the fornicating continued but, from Mary's position she could see nothing, just hear the lusty sounds. The males were talking in a language Mary had never heard before. It sounded like encouragement but it was hard to tell. The two males spit roasting their companion might have been talking about the price of fish for all Mary knew. Then one of the males gave a loud screech and the next moment there was a thump on the kitchen floor next to Mary.

One of the goblins has come to rescue me, thought Mary, I don't know if it was mouth-fucker or fanny-fucker, but I do know that I don't want to be rescued from this delicious cock. Like eating a meal that was so wonderful you didn't want it to end, she was reluctant to stop sucking.

"Nnnnn... nnnn.... nnnn," was all she could do to say to the newcomer. To show that she wanted her mouth fuck to continue. A clawed hand reached out and touched the top of her head. It stroked her hair and said something in the strange language. From on top of the kitchen table someone, who seemed to be still engaged in athletics, said, "Rude it is to speak fey. Speak common. She deserve."

The goblin next to her whispered in Mary's ear, "Apologies. Brak say true. I, Lurk, will whisper love words. You keep Zuun in your smooth teethed mouth? Uuuuh for yes, nnnnn for no."

"Uuuuh," replied Mary. The flavours were increasingly delighting her palate and her head was beginning to feel most pleasantly woozy. Very like when she had consumed a few too many gins. There was no way she wanted to stop this. She concentrated on getting brief gulps of air when Zuun pulled out enough to permit it.

"Brak, our leader, wants to pleasure your fanny," continued the voice in her ear. "Uuuuh for yes, nnnnn for no."

"Uuuuh," replied Mary.

There was the sound of another goblin dropping to the kitchen floor and a brief howl of frustration, presumably from the female, as she was abandoned in preference to Mary. Then the chair was pulled out from under the Cook and went skittering across the kitchen floor. Something delved into Mary's skirts and little claws dragged at her drawers. Cool air hit her fanny and a tongue was licking and probing.

"Uuuuh uuuuh," Said Mary. The tongue was most efficient and she wanted the goblin, presumably Brak, to know his efforts were appreciated.

Another goblin dropped from the table. Now all four of them were around Mary. There was a flurry of comments that were too fast for Mary to catch the content.

"Moonah wants to touch your titties," said Lurk. "Human titties are soft. True?"

"Uuuuh," replied Mary as tiny hands began to undo the cords and ties of her blouse. Then she became most distracted as Brak pushed at her fanny and, with a little effort, penetrated her. Mary felt faint.

Brak's phallus was about the same size as her husband's but the knobbles and protuberances on it made the experience very different. It was as if they were designed to stimulate extra pleasure and Mary had the strange sensation that her fanny was twitching and pulsing in reaction. Then the pleasure shock hit her brain and it was like bright lights were flashing inside her head.

--o--

Goblins have always been dangerous to the solitary human female. 'Never kiss a Goblin' was the guidance passed from mother to daughter. In early medieval times it was 'Ne cyssa thone gyman' and in Roman times 'Noli futuis cobolorum' and doubtless in prehistoric times there was a similar phrase.

Goblins, in their heyday, moved in small, tightly packed, groups of twenty to thirty individuals. A little sea of green passing through the woods or over the moors and fields. And, if they found a lone shepherdess, and she was happy to suck or fuck, she was rarely seen again. She was rolled along in a green gangbang, carried aloft by a dozen strong arms whilst being pleasured by three or four of their kind, until she and they disappeared into the cave.

Underground, in a haze of pleasure, fed mushrooms and primordial jelly, and continually copulating, she would lie on a bed of straw or moss and moan her delight. And soon she would begin to birth hobgoblins. Two, three or four at a time, these cross-bred children were valued by the goblin tribe for they were tall and strong, a whole head taller than the typical male goblin. It made the tribe stronger.

If the human community noticed the woman's absence and acted quickly she could be saved. An expedition into the cave might rescue her before she had become a breeding thing. If they were not swift then it was better to leave the woman to her fate for those rescued never reintegrated into human society, always craving sex and mushrooms, and constantly disappointed by the human phallus.

With the decline of the fey this danger had much reduced but Mary was learning why the woman so seduced never resisted the moving gangbang. Never tried to escape her captors. Never tried to leave the darkness of the cave for the bright sunshine of the hills and her flock of sheep.

--o--

As her goblin lovers continued to thrust she felt cool air on her breasts, her blouse had given in to the delving of goblin fingers. Now she was being caressed and kissed on her nipples and her breasts were being lifted from their covering. A goblin, presumably Lurk, sat on her chest and pushed his phallus between her breasts. He started to make slow thrusts.

Mary lay on her back in wonder. A tasty phallus in her mouth, one between her soft breasts, and a wonderful one in her fanny. She was happy. Little did she know it was the beginning of the end for Mary the Cook and the beginning of her new life as Mary the Goblin Breeder.

--o--

Out in Doggerland, T' watched as Gul approached the queen and knelt between her legs, then he laid his phallus onto her body. Seeing it this way, completely exposed, demonstrated its length. His scrotum was gently tapping against her fanny lips, causing her to squeak in anticipation, and his length crossed her vulva, her tummy, and her chest to rest between her large breasts. A demonstration to all of how deeply her daughter was to be penetrated when bring carried. The queen let herself drop until her shoulders were on the ground and, her hands now free, pushed her breasts together to enclose the head of his phallus.

Now he groaned and T' could see he was losing control, soon the fornicating would start. She was right. After a few moments where the queen caressed his phallus with her breasts he backed off. The head pressed against the queen's hairy vulva and the pushing began.

The queen seemed to be determined to take Gul's phallus without complaint, she moaned, dug her fingers into the furs, and waved her head from side to side. Then it entered her and she made a great cry of shock. Her hips were still raised high so that everyone could see, though T' noted that the human children were being shielded from the sight. Either by having their eyes covered, or by distraction. Gul held still while the queen settled her breathing and then pushed in again. Another great cry followed. T' estimated that the queen's fanny was now full. She had felt this herself now several times and had decided it must be like childbirth, the vagina stretched to the degree it would be when bringing a child into the world. She wondered if Gul would proceed to plunder just the queen's vagina, or if he would push on into the womb.

The phallus of an ogre seemed capable of generating several different fluids, she had decided. There was the organ changing enzyme that allowed them to penetrate a different species to full depth. There was an oily substance that helped them to smoothly copulate with a vagina not intended for their girth. And, she guessed, there must be another substance that encouraged the womb to enlarge and become an extension to the vagina, so that they had more depth to work with during pleasuring.

Gul paused and then T' could see that he was pushing forward again, slowly. The queen gasped and then wailed, and her legs quivered and lost their strength. She collapsed onto the furs and Gul dropped himself on top of her. Because of the height difference, and the length of his phallus, his head was poised over her breasts and he was grasping her around the waist. Then his backside rose in an arc, pulling out his phallus, or most of it, and plunged down. Slowly, once, twice, three times as the queen gasped and groaned and then he started to hammer at her.

The sounds were astonishing. T' had only experienced being on the receiving end of this pleasuring and she would be the first to admit that, once an ogre got going, everything was focussed around the sensations in your fanny. There was little thought left over to contemplate what it looked or sounded like to an observer.

Gul was grunting with each thrust, a very low tone, that was immediately copied and reinforced by the drummer. And each thrust produced a wail or scream from the queen. Add to that her hands slapping at Gul's torso, as she writhed under him, and you had a rhythmical piece of music that spoke of utter passion, though it would have been unlikely that any Victorian concert hall would have been permitted to perform it.

But the posters would have been very interesting, thought T'.

"Frig me again," she whispered to Tak. Many of the cocksleeves were also being pleasured by their mounts and, amongst the humans, bonded pairs were watching whilst caressing each other. Some females had started to suck the erect manhoods of their partners.

Gul continued for maybe an hour. T' found it fascinating to watch and quickly saw what was different from her own experiences. It was the way in which the queen had her 'let go'. She screwed her eyes shut, clenched her teeth, and moaned very quietly.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnn!!" she went. T', after the events of the last few weeks, was inclined to get very vocal. And this had not seemed to bother her ogre tribe, in fact they celebrated it. But the queen was clearly trying not to make a loud sound. Then T' had an insight. Perhaps human tribes were more vulnerable to predators. Perhaps cries into the night were frowned upon. Tak had suggested that, if she had been bitten by the huge centipede, her cries would have attracted many predators. Perhaps orgasmic screams might do the same. It was, she agreed, sometimes difficult to tell if the woman was in ecstasy or pain.

Did it mean that the more intelligent predators would tackle a lone human, but not want to approach a tribe of ogres? There was much still to learn here.

And then the queen's daughter was ready. Two ogre women, and two human women, brought her out to be joined with Gul. They had dressed her with flowers in her hair and undressed her so she was completely naked. She clutched a bouquet of flowers to her breasts and smiled like any bride-to-be at a church wedding. T' wondered if the bouquet would be thrown to the guests, and if the next human to catch it would dream of a human husband, or some sort of fey marriage.

Gul stopped entertaining the queen and took his place with his tribe. The king dragged his consort to her feet though, T' noted, she needed his strength to stand upright without sagging.

Pah brought Ao to Gul's side. As the girl approached, the hag was saying sacred blessings on the new partnership. Then the Princess was being saluted by their own shaman. Her new name, he declared, was to be Fi. A cocksleeve could not have a longer name than her mount. T' found herself wondering what the girls full name was, it felt like a contraction, but then all speculation stopped as she saw that the joining was about to happen.

Her own joining had been hurried, draped over a stone, as the ogre tribe approached. This was far more ritualised. Fi was lifted up by her escorts, and she kissed the head of Gul's phallus. Then she was turned until she had her back to him, and finally she was lofted high, and positioned with her fanny over his phallus. With a great cheer of approval she was then lowered and gravity did the rest. Gul penetrated her and she gave a laugh and then a wriggle. Her breasts were tossed around on her chest with the movement.

Her escorts did not let go. They hung onto her arms and legs to keep her steady as the process of body penetration started. T' estimated her fanny and womb had been plundered and now the phallus was working its way through her bowels. For a permanent change to the human body it was remarkably painless, T' remembered. Looking back now she believed that that was the real moment when Jennifer had become T'.

Fi was now flushed and breathing heavily. She has pleasure in her loins, T' thought, but the difficult transition from abdomen to chest cavity had started. She remembered this as being the strangest moment in the change. The point at which something joined the lungs and heart in her chest. The way that Tak's phallus head had nuzzled up next to her heart, making her feel so strong. Fi slipped lower and gasped. Now she was resting on the root of Gul's phallus and the journey through her body was complete. The ogre women took leather thongs and strapped Fi's arms behind Gul's back and, lower down, the human women pulled her legs back until they could be tied behind the young ogre's hips. A great cheer went up amongst ogres and humans. They were conjoined.

Gul beamed at everybody and turned to show off Fi to all his kin. Then it was time to say farewell. The king approached Gul and Fi and went to kiss his daughter, but she was too high up for him to kiss her on the forehead. He hesitated a moment then knelt before Gul and gave his daughter a long, lingering kiss on her fanny instead. Fi gasped with joy and what, perhaps, the king had intended to be a brief contact became a series of licks and sucks that had his daughter writhing in pleasure and crying out her approval.

* she is really enjoying this * observed Miriam.

"Yes," replied Ti. "There is a strange feeling when you are being carried. Your fanny is pulled open by the position of your legs and you are unable to avoid whatever someone wants to do. It is a very vulnerable pose, and the phallus in you seems to heighten desire. You just have to trust that your mount, and his companions, will be kind."

* nobody is going to deny the king his farewell *

Indeed nobody did. The ogres watched the incestuous kiss and laughed heartily. And the human tribe waited respectfully. Then the queen walked forward and joined her mate. T' thought she was going to stop her husband but instead she reached into his furs and brought his semi-erect manhood out. A few strokes made it hard and she pleasured him whilst pushing his head harder onto his daughter's fanny. Father and daughter both had their cumming at the same moment.

Fi's cries of passion and her movements on Gul made the young ogre grin and he looked down at the king and queen at his feet. And so started the strangest farewell that T' had ever witnessed. As Jennifer she had watched her parent's friends depart after a soirée. There were firm handshakes and the ladies gave each other brief kisses on the cheeks. All very polite.

In contrast, once the king and queen had walked away from their daughter, it seemed that every adult human wanted to follow their monarch's lead. They formed a queue and each bade Fi goodbye. Some kisses were brief, mere light brushing of lips against her clitoris, and others were deep tongued delving into her crack, but they were remorseless and the pressure grew and was released five times before all were content that they had said their goodbye. Fi, towards the end, was almost screaming as another orgasm hit her. T' noted that Pah became very interested at that point.

* He's going to want her tonight * observed Miriam.

"I agree," said T'. "Pah has the right to take any cocksleeve he fancies. And Fi does respond very well. She'll be under him when darkness falls, I don't doubt."

* are you jealous? you used to be his favourite *

"If she's to join the tribe then traditions must be observed," said T'. "Well most of them. I plan a little change to tradition tonight. I only hope Pah will accept it."

* If he's on top of that one I suspect he'll not notice if you usurp him and take over as leader. I predict she will be noisy *

--o--

Mary could not recall a time when she was as happy as this moment on her kitchen floor.

There was, of course, her wedding night with dear James where they had fumbled and practised and slowly grew to understand each other's bodies. And there had been times when the Professor had friends round who, after dinner, had demonstrated that fornicating with someone who was not your husband could be just as enjoyable as fornicating with him. She had joined in with some of these parties, much to the frustration of the Professor who needed her to serve drinks and not open her legs.

And there had been the rare occasions when Mr Popopolis had visited to teach a female relative of the Professor the ways of the Arcadian shepherdess. Mary had helped by being first to take his wonderful phallus.

But there had been nothing like this. A delicious goblin phallus in her mouth, another making her breasts tingle, and a third delivering stunning pleasure to her fanny. She was in ecstasy. And her clothes seemed to be sliding off her, tugged by tiny hands and discarded around the room.

Now her bottom was directly onto the stone flags of the floor, but she didn't care. Just so long as that wonderful phallus continued to make her moan. Then the goblin in her fanny was speeding up and ejaculating. The seed flowed into her as he held himself deep inside. It was hot and suddenly her legs started to jerk of their own accord, the muscles twitching and pulsing, with similar pulses inside her. A wave of pleasure flowed through her mind, making the bright lights in there glow even brighter, and she convulsed with joy. Then, as the orgasm subsided, it was replaced with a feeling of utter completeness. As if she had achieved what she was intended for by accepting the goblin's seed.

Lurk abandoned her breasts and, as Brak pulled out, went to penetrate Mary. As soon as Brak had left her she had felt a terrible lack, and responded by widening her legs and pushing up with her hips. And, when Lurk thrust in, she sighed and all was well with the world.

"Uuuuh," she moaned, anxious to tell her lovers that she was happy to be seeded. Happy to lay there and take any goblin until they started to pop out instead of going in.

Zuun, in her throat, was feeling ready to take the risk this female was ready, prepared, for more energetic coupling. His secretions should, by now, have made her compliant but there was only one way to find out. And he had the goblin urge never to waste seed in a throat. He needed to stop soon or he would cum. He pulled out of Mary's mouth and dropped down by the side of her head to whisper in her ear.

"Lurk like to do it from behind," he whispered. "Get up. Drop any clothes. Bend over the table."

To be continued...