The old goblin's thrusts grew ragged, every slam of his hips pressing his slick, pulsing shaft tighter between the soft weight of her breasts. Sweat dripped onto her flushed skin, mixing with the thick trails of seed still clinging to her lips.
Her breath came in sharp bursts, chest heaving with every motion. "Haa… n-no different… th-this is… still training… combat…" she whispered, voice trembling as if even she didn't believe the words.
Behind her, the younger goblin's tongue pressed deeper, lapping greedily, but then—something new.
One of his coarse, clawed fingers pressed against the tight ring of her anus, circling, probing, before slipping in with wet insistence.
Her body jolted violently.
Ghhkkhhlllpphh! Schhhlllrrpphhkk! Thhhrrrk!
Her cry broke into a muffled moan as her entire frame locked, waves of pleasure surging from the sudden invasion. It was too much—heat bloomed deep inside, her thighs quaked, and she came undone with another climax, more intense than the last, her juices spilling messily onto the younger goblin's tongue.
Her gloved hands clawed at the dirt, eyes wide, breath catching as her mind went white again, stripped of any pretense of control.
At the same time, the elder's thrusts reached their end.
With a guttural groan, he erupted, spilling thick, hot seed across her chest. It sprayed in sticky ropes, coating her cleavage, dripping between the valley of her breasts, oozing down her stomach until her leathers clung to her body with slick filth. The weight of it left her drenched, soaked in heat and musk.
Her voice quivered as she looked down at herself, covered, trembling from the double assault. "S-such excess… too much… yet… this is… still battle… still… technique…"
But inside, her thoughts betrayed her clinical tone—
She wanted more. More fingers, more mouths, more seed to drown her in. Each wave left her hollow and craving, even as she shivered with overstimulation.
The forest echoed with the wet slaps of flesh, the slurping, the guttural grunts, and her broken gasps, the "combat" far from over.
Her voice had broken.
No more words, no more attempts at calling it "training" or "combat."
Only sound.
"Hhhhaaahhh… hhhhnnnhhh… aaahhhhnnnn—!"
Every moan spilled out ragged, uncontrolled, filling the forest air as her body quivered under their touch.
The young one's tongue flicked furiously inside her folds while his finger worked her tight back entrance, and her body gave way again, another climax tearing through her. Her thighs clamped helplessly around his head, the pulse of her release spilling wet and hot against his mouth.]
Her vision blurred, mind blanking under the weight of ecstasy.
The old goblin, rutting between her breasts, gave a final guttural cry. His hips shuddered violently, seed erupting in one last, messy torrent. Thick ropes coated her chest, neck, and chin until the slick heat glued her body together in sticky strands. Then his strength faltered—his body sagged and he collapsed against her before rolling limply to the side.
Her chest rose and fell in heavy, uneven gasps, the musk of his climax thick in her nose. A faint shimmer passed in her mind—+52 XP earned.
But the younger one was far from done.
He pulled his tongue away, lips wet and smeared, and shifted his position. Her glazed eyes widened faintly as she felt it—
His shaft pressed against the curve of her ass, sliding through the tight valley of her cheeks. The goblin spat into his hand, smeared the crude lubrication, and began grinding along her plush rear, rutting up and down her sweat-slicked skin.
"Ahhhhnnnnnhhh… mmmhhhhhhnnnnn—!!"
Her mouth could only spill sound now, wordless and raw. Inside her head, thoughts tumbled, barely coherent.
S-so thick… his heat… rubbing me there… gods, it's not enough, I need…
The slap of flesh on flesh echoed, wet and rhythmic. Each thrust dragged his length across her tightest crease, smearing precum across her trembling skin.
Her body swayed helplessly with the motion, her juices dripping down her thighs, her mind sinking deeper into the haze of relentless pleasure.