The chief's hut was bigger than John remembered. Or maybe it just felt bigger now that he was being dragged into it by four eager goblin women, their green hands gripping his arms, his shoulders, his waist, pulling him toward a massive bed of piled furs and ragged blankets that dominated the center of the space.
The air inside was warm and thick, smelling of smoke and sex and something else, something musky and sweet that made his head spin. Torches flickered on the walls, casting dancing shadows across the crude wooden beams, and the bed itself seemed to groan under the weight of anticipation.
The scarred woman pushed him first. Her hands flattened against his chest, shoving him backward onto the pile of furs, and John landed with an "Oof!" that turned into a laugh as the other three giggled and swarmed over him.
Their fingers were everywhere at once, pulling at the laces of his leather pants, tugging at his armor, working the buckles and straps with practiced efficiency. Within seconds he was naked, his cock springing free, already hard and throbbing in the warm air.
The bustiest woman, the one with the heaviest breasts and the widest hips, didn't waste any time. She swung her leg over his head, positioning her dripping pussy directly above his face, and lowered herself down with a satisfied sigh. "Mmmhh~ Leader eat now, yes?" she purred, her voice thick with anticipation. "Eat good. Make me wetter."
John didn't need to be told twice. His hands came up, gripping her thick green thighs, and he pulled her down harder against his mouth. His tongue found her clit immediately, small and swollen, and he lapped at it in broad, wet strokes that made her gasp and buck against his face.
"Ahhn~! Yes! Right there—don't stop—leader tongue so good—"
The second woman, the one with the scar across her cheek, positioned herself over his cock. She was already dripping, her pussy slick and ready, and she sank down onto him in one smooth motion, taking his entire length in a single, wet thrust.
"Ohhhhh~!" she moaned, her head falling back, her body shuddering. "So big—so thick—filling me up—"
She started bouncing immediately, her hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm, her massive breasts jiggling with every movement. Plap plap plap. The sound of her wet flesh slapping against his thighs filled the hut, mixing with her high-pitched moans and the wet sounds of the first woman grinding against his face.
The other two women didn't wait. They dropped to their knees on either side of him, pressing their bodies against his, and took his nipples into their mouths.
Their tongues swirled and flicked, wet and hot, their lips sucking greedily. John groaned against the pussy on his face, his hips bucking up into the woman riding him, his hands clenching in the furs beneath him. The sensations were overwhelming, the wet heat on his tongue, the tight grip around his cock, the twin points of pleasure on his chest—and he was already losing himself in the chaos of it all.
"Ahhn~! Leader—leader I'm gonna—" The woman on top of him tensed, her inner walls clenching like a fist, and then she came with a scream, her juices gushing down his shaft, soaking the furs beneath them. Her body convulsed, her hips stuttering, and she collapsed forward, catching herself on her hands, her massive breasts swinging inches from his face.
The woman on his face came a moment later, her thighs clamping around his head, her pussy grinding against his mouth as she rode out her orgasm in shuddering waves. "Mmmnngh~! Yes—yes yes yes—" She lifted herself off him, dripping, trembling, and crawled to the side, panting.
The two women who had been sucking his nipples immediately took their places. The scarred woman lowered herself onto his cock, already lining it up with her entrance, while the bustiest woman straddled his face again, positioning her wet, swollen pussy over his mouth. The other two, the ones who had already cum, moved to his sides and latched onto his nipples, their tongues still swirling, their lips still sucking.
"Ahhn~! Still hard—leader still so hard—" the scarred woman moaned as she sank down onto him, her inner walls squeezing tight. Plap plap plap. She bounced faster than the first one, her hips slamming down with desperate urgency, her hands braced on his chest for leverage. "Gonna make leader cum—gonna drain every drop—"
The woman on his face ground down harder, smothering him in her wetness, her clit rubbing against his nose, his lips, his chin. "Suck it—suck my pussy—make me cum again—ahhn~!"
John was drowning in it, lost in the wet heat and the constant stimulation. His hips bucked up into the woman riding him, his tongue worked against the pussy on his face, and his hands gripped the soft, jiggling thighs of the women on either side of him.
The pressure was building, coiling tight in his gut, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
The two women who had been on his nipples switched positions, moving down his body. One of them took his cock in her mouth, sucking him deep while the woman on top of him lifted off, allowing the change.
"Mmmph~! Leader cock so thick—taste so good—" The other woman moved lower, her tongue lapping at his balls, sucking them into her mouth one at a time, rolling them on her tongue.
The remaining two women crawled up his body and latched onto his ears, their hot breath ghosting over his skin as they started whispering.
"Leader so strong," one murmured, her voice dripping with honey. "Fucked us all so good. Made us cum so hard. Want more. Always more."
The other woman nibbled on his earlobe, her tongue flicking against the sensitive skin. "Gonna fuck leader every day. Every night. Never let him leave. Keep him here. In our bed. In our bodies."
"Leader cum is gonna fill us up," the first continued, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Gonna be so thick. So hot. Gonna drip out of us for hours. We'll taste it on each other's tongues. Share it. Swallow it."
"Want leader to breed us," the second breathed, her hand sliding down his chest, her fingers tracing circles around his nipples. "Fill our bellies. Make us round. Make us yours. Forever."
John's whole body tensed. The woman on his cock was sucking harder, her throat constricting around the head, while the other licked and sucked at his balls, her tongue flat and wet. The whispers in his ears were relentless, filthy, a constant stream of promises and pleas that pushed him closer and closer to the edge.
"Cum for us, leader," the first woman whispered.
"Cum in her mouth," the second added. "Let her taste you. Let us all taste you."
"Fill her up. Make her choke on it."
"Want to see it. Want to see you fall apart."
John came.
His hips bucked off the furs, his whole body arching as thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock, flooding the woman's mouth. She swallowed greedily, moaning around the shaft, her throat working to take every drop. The other woman latched onto his balls, sucking harder, drawing out the orgasm, making it last. The women at his ears kept whispering, their voices blending together into a single, filthy chorus.
"Yes—yes—give it to her—all of it—"
"So good—leader so good—"
The last spurt finally ended, and John collapsed back onto the furs, panting, his chest heaving, his whole body trembling. The women pulled away slowly, licking their lips, their yellow eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
John stared up at the thatched ceiling, trying to catch his breath. His heart was pounding, his skin was slick with sweat, and his cock was already twitching again, despite the intensity of his release. He turned his head slightly, looking at the system screen that only he could see.
"System," John panted. "How long has passed?"
The blue text appeared, crisp and matter-of-fact. Eleven minutes.
John blinked. "Eleven? That's it? It felt like hours."
Time flies when you're having fun. Or getting your soul drained by horny goblins. Same difference, really.
John groaned, letting his head fall back against the furs. Eleven minutes. He had almost three hours left before he needed to go back to the throne room. Three hours of this.
Three hours of green skin and wet mouths and women who seemed to have endless stamina.
"Leader," one of the women purred, crawling up his body. "You rest now? You tired?"
"I'm... I'm fine," John managed, his voice still shaky.
"Good." She grinned, sharp teeth flashing. "Because we not done yet."
The other three giggled, pressing closer, their hands already roaming over his body again. The scarred woman took his cock in her hand, stroking it gently, feeling it harden under her touch.
"Hehe~ Leader ready again," she said. "Good. Very good."
John watched them close in, their yellow eyes hungry, their green skin warm and soft, and he knew he wasn't going anywhere. Not for a long time.