Grant laid back on the bedroll, his body trembling and his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Zatani descended upon him. The goblin's small and nimble hands made quick work of his pants, tugging them down his legs, planting a trail of kisses on his exposed thighs, and tossing the garb carelessly to the side. Grant's heart raced as he felt the cool night air on his exposed flesh, his manhood already straining and throbbing with anticipation.
Zatani's eyes widened as she beheld Grant's cock, her tongue darting out to lick her lips hungrily, glancing at his face and then back down to her prize.
"Oh, I absolutely love human cock," she purred, her voice dripping with lust and desire, "There's nothing quite like it in all the realms…”
With that, Zatani leaned down and began licking from the man’s ankle, up his leg, suckling on his inner thigh and bringing him to a moan as she worshipped his skin. Her soft plump lips wrapped around the swollen head of Grant's half-hard cock. He gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily in shock as he felt the wet and velvety heat of her mouth engulf him. Zatani's tongue swirled around the sensitive crown, tracing the ridges and veins with a skill and finesse that left Grant breathless.
He could only watch helplessly as she kissed down his length, eyes locked on his, groaning as she tasted him, “Gods… Delicious… This, every night, would keep me entertained for the rest of my life.”
The goblin set to work with a gusto that was nothing short of voracious. She took Grant's length deeper into her throat, inch by inch, until he could feel the tip of his cock pressing against the back of her throat. To his amazement, Zatani showed no signs of a gag reflex, her muscles fluttering and massaging his shaft as she took him to the hilt. Her lips tightened and released, tongue trapped beneath his cock, making him groan out quietly.
Grant's hands fisted in the bedroll beneath him, his body writhing with pleasure as Zatani bobbed her head up and down his length. The sounds of her suckling filled the tent, intermingling with Grant's grunts and groans of ecstasy. He could feel the pain from his injury beginning to fade, replaced by the all-consuming bliss of the goblin's skilled mouth. Her hands cupped his balls tenderly, massaging them every time she hilted his cock down her throat.
Zatani pulled back, her lips sliding along his shaft until only the tip remained in her mouth. She looked up at Grant, her eyes glinting with a wicked, knowing light as she spoke around his flesh, "I love the taste of you, Grant… I want to keep you for myself.”
Grant could only moan in response, looking at her, his hips bucking up as Zatani took him deep once more, somehow further than she had before. She gobbled at his balls, her tongue worshipping his sack with a fervor that left him breathless. Grant's mind raced with conflicting thoughts, the guilt of his wife in the next tent warring with the all-consuming pleasure of the goblin's mouth.
Just as Grant felt his climax approaching, he called out, if a little too loudly, “I’m cumming..!”
With his body tensing and his balls drawing up tight, Zatani slowed her movements. She could sense his impending release even without his words, and she was determined to draw out his pleasure for as long as possible. Her tongue dragged slowly along his shaft, from base to tip, as she gazed up at him with a wicked smile.
"Don't cum yet," she cooed, her breath hot against his flesh, "I want to taste your seed, but not just yet…”
In the other tent, someone sat up, their senses torn from rest at the sound of a pained grunt.
It was Ginny, wiping the sweat from her face and looking down at the two men that she had shared a tent with not long ago. Taking her robe and getting to her feet, her body ached, her thighs were wobbly, and her feet were weak as she left through the half-open flap. The fire was still alight, but no one was tending to it, so she picked up one of the half-cut logs and fed it to the flames.
She sighed out, ashamed with herself. She shouldn’t have done that, shouldn’t have betrayed her husband in the tent beside them, resting from a wound. It was… a terrible mistake. Staring at the fire, the healer thought about the threesome.
Gods, it was good. She’d never felt more alive and wanted, being split apart like that by two fat cocks. Nothing about it was passionate, not even the kiss, but it felt amazing. Again, she tried to push the thoughts away, trying to replace the picture of Grimm’s massive cock with Grant’s loving face on their wedding day.
Maybe it was time to check up on him, see how he was resting.
As she approached their tent, it became more than clear that something was going on inside. The strained moans were barely audible over the insistent and pervasive slurps and gasps, but she could hear them nonetheless. Parting the flap, just a little, she saw what was going on.
“I can’t… I can’t hold on...” her husband whispered, and Ginny could see what was making him… moan. That little goblin, Zatani.
Zatani continued her relentless deepthroating, sucking and licking every inch of his throbbing and aching flesh. It didn't take long before Grant felt that familiar pressure building at the base of his spine. She was too good, too experienced, too fucking eager to please. No man could stand this.
With a choked and shuddering cry of pleasure, he erupted into Zatani's mouth, his hot thick seed spurting forth in ropes of creamy seed. The goblin moaned in delight as she took his cock all the way to the base and worked to swallow every drop, her throat gulping down his release as if it was the fountain of life.
But even as Grant's cock softened and began to shrink, Zatani showed no signs of stopping. She continued to suck and lick at his spent flesh, her tongue dragging along his shaft and lapping at the sensitive overstimulated skin. Grant gasped and shuddered, his body jerking with the intensity of his climax and the aftershocks that followed. He grit his teeth with every lick, every lap, every chuckle of her mouth as she played with him.
“More, human. Give this goblin more,” she begged him, leaning further down to lick and worship his balls. He looked at her from his orgasmic bliss, and watched her beg, his limp cock resting on her green face. She was heavenly.
To his amazement, he felt his cock beginning to stir and swell once more, the goblin's tireless efforts coaxing him back to a tentative half-hard state. Zatani's eyes widened as she felt Grant's length growing atop her face, a fresh wave of lust and desire sweeping through her.
"Mmm, you have a quick recovery..." she purred, releasing his balls from her lips and kissing the bottom vein of his cock, "Humans are so virile. You would do well as a tribe captive.”
Zatani sat back on her haunches, her eyes roaming over Grant's naked and sweat-slicked body with a hungry light.
"You know, Grant," she murmured, her fingers tracing teasing patterns on his thigh, "if you ever decide to leave that ungrateful wife of yours, I'd be more than happy to take you for myself… I can make you happy every night.”
Grant's mind raced with the thought, his wife's infidelity swirling in his brain. He knew he should feel ashamed, but he felt betrayed by Ginny's behavior with Grimm and Jin'Zaphor. As he lay there, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his climax and the promise of more to come, he found it harder and harder to cling to any guilt in having fun with this goblin.
Outside, Ginny realized that Grant must have seen what happened with her and the other two men. Her blood ran cold at the thought of what he witnessed. How much of it? Even just a second would be enough to scar him for life. It was the only reason she didn’t burst in and stop what was going on inside. He… He deserved this.
Grant remained silent, his chest heaving with each ragged breath as he stared at the goblin perched between his legs. The temptation of Zatani's offer hung heavy in the air, a tantalizing promise of unending carnal bliss. Yet, the weight of his wedding vows and the lingering shock of Ginny's infidelity anchored him, making it impossible for him to voice a commitment to the lustful creature before him.
Ginny grit her teeth. She had failed him. So why was she so turned on watching his cock get hard with this little creature?
Zatani's expression softened, a flicker of understanding and empathy in her eyes. She knew all too well the complicated, often painful, nature of love and the struggles it posed to even the most stalwart of hearts. With a gentle, almost tender smile, she leaned down to press a soft kiss to Grant's lips, her breasts brushing against his chest. He leaned into the embrace, holding her against him, even as it pained his wound.
"Shh, it's alright, human," she murmured, her voice low and soothing, "I know you're hurting right now. You don't need to say anything... just let yourself feel."
With that, Zatani slowly, carefully straddled Grant's hips. She reached between their bodies, grasping his rigid throbbing shaft in her small hand. Grant's breath hitched as he felt her fingers wrap around him, guiding the swollen head of his cock to her glistening hairless pussy.
Zatani's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as she slowly, inch by inch, sank down onto Grant's length. They both gasped in unison as his thick cock parted her folds, stretching her tight channel around his girth. Grant's hands gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into the soft emerald skin as he fought the urge to thrust up into her welcoming heat.
"Ohhh, Grant..." Zatani purred, her voice a breathy whimper, "You feel even better inside than you did in my mouth. So big, so hard… Oh, yes… Yes…”
She began to move, her hips undulating sensually as she took Grant deeper and deeper into her clutching tunnel. Grant could only moan in response, his head falling back against the bedroll as he savored the exquisite velvet-soft feel of the goblin's walls gripping him like a vice.
Ginny bit her lip as she watched. Her hand drifted down to pull up her robe’s skirt and rub herself to the sight of her husband making love to this goblin, to another woman. She wanted to… hurt her. She wanted, most of all, to join them.
Zatani's breasts bounced gently with each roll of her hips, the heavy tits swaying hypnotically before Grant's eyes. He reached up to cup them in his hands, his thumbs and fingers sinking into the pliant green flesh as he kneaded and squeezed the supple breasts. Zatani's moans grew louder, more exaggerated, as Grant played with her sensitive body, her nipples hardening into aching peaks against his palms.
"Don't stop, Grant," she gasped, her hips moving faster, taking him deeper with each downward thrust, "Fuck me! Fuck this goblin body! Make me yours, human!”
Grant's mind reeled, the pleasure of Zatani's tight wet pussy and the scene from the other tent swirling together in a dizzying lustful haze. He knew he should feel guilty, should feel ashamed for betraying his wife with this goblin temptress, but as Zatani rode him like a wild horse, her cries of rapture filling the air, Grant found it harder and harder to cling to those feelings.
Instead, he surrendered to the moment, to the all-consuming ecstasy of the goblin's body joined with his own. His hips surged up to meet her downward thrusts, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the tent as they lost themselves in the throes of passion. She leaned down to meet his face, kissing him hungrily. He couldn’t even kiss back, not at the messy and uncoordinated way his lover was licking and smooching his face and neck.
Zatani's eyes locked with Grant's, her gaze smoldering with a hunger and desire that made his heart race.
"Cum for me, Grant," she pleaded with him, "Fill me with your human seed! Breed this goblin!”
Grant could feel his climax building, the pressure at the base of his spine growing more and more intense with each passing second. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with the way Zatani's tight walls were milking his shaft, not with the way she was begging him.
“Fuck… Cum in her...” Ginny whispered to herself, rubbing her clit with an aching hand, getting closer and closer to her own orgasm.
With a stifled grunt, Grant came once more, his load pushing out into her womb. Zatani threw her head back, her body convulsing and shuddering atop his as she felt the first blast of his release painting her insides. She screamed his name, a litany of ecstasy pouring from her lips as her own climax crashed over her like a wave of carnal bliss. Her thighs trembled around his hips, nearly falling backwards until Grant raised his knee for her to rest upon.
Ginny stifled her own moan, shutting the flap and biting her lip as she finally came, rubbing herself just a little more after the waves of pleasure came and she came to rest on the floor just outside her own tent, trembling with release.
Inside, Grant let Zatani pant and rest on his chest. He only looked up at the low roof of the tent, swallowing hard and trying to stop breathing so hard. What was he meant to do now?
