A Not-So-Forbidden-Fruit

And here it was.

It came at last.

The beater.

That's right. The absolute most ugly, beaten-up, green and brown rotten-meat looking pussy in the whole goblin tribe. I was sure of it and I still hadn't seen the remaining girls's pussies clearly yet to compare. My reason for picking her was as follows: I wanted something other than berries and meat, and she was the go-to goblin for that. She was also right in the median height between all goblins I've seen so far, had a moderate set of olive-colored breasts, and already looked fat enough to be a month or more pregnant.

Probably the first thing about her that I found promising was that she had a similar sweet scent to Berry. Some initial conversation revealed that she was called Fruit-finder among the goblin tribe. She was also a bit of a glutton, since she spent a majority of her time eating because it was what she liked to do to kill the boredom in her life. That's not to say she's a fruitarian or a vegetarian, she's a goblin, and an obligate carnivore.

I admit to having trouble imagining a goblin as rotund as she looked climbing trees and picking apples. But she was very vocal about knowing where the tastiest fruits in the forest were, and the fact of the matter is, fat people know their shit when it comes to food.

She was also on amicable terms with Berry, which already put her in a good light with me.

"So, how would you like to enjoy getting big seed tonight?"

She didn't have any preference in how she wanted it when I explained things, but she did hear about how many times I filled Berry up and she wanted that kind of experience. I don't know how up for it my dong was right now, but I was willing to do my part tonight to secure some alternate nutrition.

I explained some of the fixed options on the menu, and she chose the full package–beginning with the relatively painless first time experience with oral foreplay. So, laying her down on my raised straw bed, I had already stripped her of her loincloth and spread her legs, giving her a safety whiff to which I was happy to report, there was nothing rank. She was a hell of a lot cleaner than I expected and that already put my boner in a good mood.

It was upon touching her body that I learned she wasn't fat at all. She was solid. There was plenty of fat on her body, but underneath was a physique that a little routine exercise might chisel out into a sculpture, perhaps better than what Tree-chopper might be hiding. But then again, fat girls, even if they are goblins, have that special cushion for the pushin'. I'm not one to body shame when it comes to shape. I keep my shaming entirely for a lack of personal hygiene.

While my face was between her legs, tongue-dancing through her puffy meat-curtains which felt like a wet jet-puffed marshmallow cut on one side with a knife and then pushed inside out. I found it amazing how sticky and wet she was, but not in an unpleasant way. She was incredibly receptive to my tongue diving, and didn't bother to be reserved with her voice as I gave up with any intentions of a slow crawl, and just licked her lunch meat with fury.

She came, and had the audacity to reach for my head and keep it there, pushing my face into her scrunched up ugly-rug.

Well, if you like it so much, then have another!

I don't mind a woman being a bit handsy with me when it comes to that. It only means I'm doing a good job of it, I think. Guys do it all the time to girls when they go down on them, so it's only fair to reciprocate. That being said, I haven't yet let a goblin take me inside their mouth past their razor sharp teeth. I'm fine getting enough pleasure from their long tongues snaking around my cock outside of their lips.

I had half a thought of teaching Vera how to do it though. Something about a quiet girl giving me a nice blowjob… actually, I'd be game with Truffle doing it too, if she didn't think my dick looked like a mushroom. I just don't have quite that level of faith in her not to give it an absent-minded bite.

This mushroom won't grow back if she does it!

The second oral orgasm this chunkster had led to the release of my head, and allowed me to present the star of the show. Husband's Seed-stick! (applause).

She was fine with taking it while lying on her back, and her cunt was just oozing for it, practically begging for it to go inside of her fuckhole. She wasn't squeezing me tightly when I entered, but the membrane inside was present. So I did some shallow fucking at first, caressing her thick sweaty thighs and plump stomach down to her puffy pussy pouch just above her fuckhole. I also touched her generously around her clitoris, and she was lolling her head by that point.

I asked if she was ready, and she braced herself. A slow push tore her internal hymen, and her insides quickly became super-lubricated with a warm fluid; Blood, as experience dictated. I gave her a moment of reprieve for the immediate pain of the tear I could do little about.

I enjoyed having a raised bed to fuck a goblin on. I mean, if I have to be a goblin breeding slave, I should at least be able to enjoy the corruption that brings with it. Her insides were every bit as cushioned as her meaty, puffy pussy, and having her ass right at the edge of the bed made it so I could go balls deep with impunity. Once she got used to my cock, it was right to the races, as she wanted me to go fast, if not hard once I had built up a rhythm. I don't think she was interested all that much in getting hammered, so much as she liked rapid pumps.

She was entirely loose, and by that I meant her body and not just her cunt. She wasn't tense at all, she was just laying back and fully enjoying the experience. She was able to orgasm again from my cock with little effort, and placed a hand over her womb, stating her satisfaction with having a full belly once I blasted it full of my A-rank swimmers.