Of Goblin honey, ball butter, and stuffed cock
A Futa ogress gets into a sticky situation when she is captured by goblins who want to use her in their ritual.
Of Goblin honey, ball butter, and stuffed cock
Commissioned by: Jay
The great forest of Antrea, a sprawling and shrouded woodland that served as a buffer between the kingdoms of Balgenoth and Ipswend. Filled with all manner of strange creatures and beasts, it made trade between kingdoms hazardous but profitable for those willing to take the risk or hire adventurers to guard their valuable caravans.
Among the hierarchy of creatures within the great forest, goblins ranked near the bottom. Having neither the strength of ogres, the cunning of oni, nor the speed and agility of felines. Most goblin tribes survived by keeping a low profile, avoiding trouble where they could and scavenging anything that seemed relatively edible. A few tribes however were graced with shaman, especially wise goblins who could lead and direct the tribe to greater accomplishments.
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It was with great exuberance that Greeb came running back into the village, shouting and whooping. From out of the wood and thatch huts many goblins peered at him, some with curiosity and others with annoyance, and a few with worry. Although Greeb didn't seem distressed one could never be too careful when a scout came back shouting and raving like that.
Indeed by the time Greeb had made it to the centre of the village and into the shamans hut a small crowd of curious goblins waited outside, ears pressed to the walls or crouching low to peek through the curtain in the door.
"Whizor! It worked! The trap worked just like you said it would! And you wont believe what we caught! An ogre! A big pale one!" He exclaimed, hopping from foot to foot as he told his tale.
Whizor, so named for having discovered a few pages torn from a wizards spell book was the shaman and leader of the Sweet tooth goblin tribe. He grinned a broad and toothy grin as he heard the news. "We must move quickly, Everyone! Gather together, we must go collect our long awaited prize before it slips our grasp!" He exclaimed jubilantly, stepping out of the tent and stumbling over some of the onlookers who hadn't cleared away fast enough.
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Gilda Batteringram, a towering albino ogress, couldn't believe her good fortune! She had been exploring the woods, searching for game or adventurers to eat but instead had stumbled upon a barrel of mead! Had it fallen off of one of the humans wagons? She wondered briefly why such a delight had been abandoned in the woods but had pushed such thoughts aside by the time she hefted the barrel, pulling the cork out and gulping greedily at the sweet alcoholic beverage. The mead washed down her throat and left her craving more!
Gilda sat down, resting her back against a tree as she drank, wood creaking and branches rustling in protest as she rested her stout frame against it, afternoon turning to evening as a full barrel turned into an empty one. She had come hunting for a meal but this was a much better find! Gilda let out a belch that scattered the birds from the nearby trees as she slouched down low, warm, comfortable and drunk as a skunk. Soon the great albino ogress was passed out, happily dreaming and snoring as the night passed in peace.
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Greeb was giddy with excitement as he lead the horde, two dozen goblins had been assembled along with the tribes wagon and some of their mutts. Soon the tree came into sight and still sound asleep underneath it the ogress. Whizor looked quizzically at the ogress and then back to Greeb. "This is an ogress not an ogre." He said sternly. Gesturing to her ample chest with his staff.
"Yes yes! Ogress! But also, also ogre!" Greeb insisted, grabbing the loincloth and pulling it aside to show off a massive set of equipment that would put most ogres to shame. Even flacid it was obvious that she was a prime specimen with testicles nearly as large as one of the diminutive goblins.
"Oh! Greeb is forgiven, what a wondrous find! Goblin tribe will be strong as ox soon!" Whizor exclaimed, rummaging in his pouch for a vial filled with a potent sleeping draught, administering an ample helping to make sure their new guest wouldn't wake up prematurely.
Certain now that the ogress would stay sound asleep, Whizor had the goblins collect the now empty barrel of his own special brew of sleepy time honey mead while he oversaw the loading of this massive ogress into the wagon. It would be too much to simply ask the goblins to heave her in but with clever use of the sturdier tree branches a few well placed pulleys and a hint of magic, they managed to manoeuvred the mammoth futanari onto the wagon and set off back to the village, goblins and hounds working together to pull their heavy cargo.
By mid morning Gilda Batteringram had been secured to sturdy posts in the shamans work room. Goblins scurried hither and yon following Whizor's instructions, gathering ingredients, tools and supplies as he instructed.
Only once everything was in its proper places and accounted for did Whizor begin, lighting herbal incense sticks that filled the tent with a gentle smoky purple haze. A blend that the spell book had dubbed Sleepwalker, it was extremely useful for inducing pliancy and passivity in those who inhaled it. Fresh mint leaves served to counteract the haze however as Whizor picked a few from his pouch and chewed on one as he sized up the task ahead of him.
The goblin shaman reached out to press a palm against one of Gilda's plump life giving testicles, pushing firmly against the unyielding surface. It was said that an ogres testicles were nigh indestructible and the source of their mighty physique and constitution, thus to make a meal of them would mean that he had his tribe could gain the might of ogres!
First though they must be properly and meticulously prepared to extract the most might from them! From the pile of supplies the goblins had heaped haphazardly at the entrance of his workspace, Whizor produced an iron war hanmer, a prized weapon taken from a careless adventurer. He took the heavy metal hammer and placed the head into the fire at the centre of the hut, flames crackling around it as the metal began to heat up.
Whizor added more wood to the fire, it crackled heartily as he put on thick gloves to ward away the heat before picking up the handle of the hammer and turning to face the ogress. The head of the hammer had taken on a cheery cherry glow as he swung it with a grunt of effort, smashing it down on the top of Gilda's left testicle with a meaty thwack. If he had been blindfolded he may have been persuaded that he had struck a tree stump instead, the massive testicle jiggled from the heated blow but was largely unphased. Whizor would not be deterred though and drew back for another crushing blow, smashing the head of the hammer into her right testicle this time.
Gilda Batteringram had been having a very pleasant and steamy dream, an evening with an orc woman who was adamant that she was tough enough to go for a ride on Gilda's battering ram. Her heavy cock had begun to stir too, pushing aside her loincloth before she blinked awake, chains clanking as she moved. "Ahwha?" She huffed dreamily, fidgeting as the hammer slammed down between her legs, once and then twice. "Stings!" the ogress protested, breathing deeply of the heady purple smoke that filled the room. "Why goblin hitting..." She slurred, still perhaps blitzed from her night of heavy drinking.
Whizor looked up from his work, striking one more time on each of her juicy nether fruits before setting the hammer back in the fire to reheat. He climbed up on top of her boulder sized testicles so he could get closer to her eye level, shifting his feet back and forth for a few moments, the heat from the hammer strikes was hot on his soles! "Ogress! I am Whizor, shaman and chief of the Sweet tooth goblins! You drank our mead without permission! So you must be punished! You will help us make great feast! Cooperate and more mead, resist and no mead!" He said sternly, setting one foot on her massive cock, pressing it against her belly and pushing the tip between her cleavage. "Will you help make up for the theft?"
Gilda gawked at the tiny goblin who climbed up on top of her testicles to talk to her. Tilting her head as she studied him, listened to him talk about theft and help and mead. The smoke filled her lungs and fogged her mind and soon she found herself nodding along. "Help goblins...more mead yes? Yes! I help, drink mead and feast!" She cheered, a silly grin spreading across her face.
"Good! Just hold still for now, this will take a long time..." Whizor instructed, stomping on the firm nutmeat before climbing back down and grabbing the hammer again. Smash and crush, bash and reheat, again and again as he worked, until sweat dripped down his brow and his arms ached from swinging the hammer. Still, gradually he could see the efforts of his labour. The ogresses unyielding testicles had begun to gradually soften, if he pushed his palm against them now he could press into the thick and juicy meat of her testicle. Still, it wasn't enough yet, he had to make sure it was done properly!
Hefting the hammer once more he swung again, striking the side of her juicy ball, making it jiggle and bounce as the ogress squirmed in her bindings. "Little goblin hits small but many..." She said with a huff. Ignoring the fact that her cock was hard and twitching, dripping pre onto her chest as Whizor tenderized her plump testicles.
Finally though, as the sun approached its apex in the sky, Whizor was satisfied with his efforts, the goblin shaman set the hammer aside, squeezing the meat of her testicles with his hands as he examined them, probing to make sure he'd gotten them all over and through, paying special attention to the back, the epididymis where the cords connected with her testicles, probing the structures with his fingers, smiling with satisfaction as the ogress' cock twitched needily.
Seeing how aroused the ogress was, and wanting to keep her nice and happy for what was to come next, the shaman whistled, having his assistant ask around the village for a brave goblin female. Tika arrived a few minutes later and needed little instruction.
The goblin woman climbed up onto Gilda's thigh, stroking and rubbing that juicy monster of a cock she kept between her legs, getting the ogress even more excited! Clearly Tika was enjoying herself too, savouring the scent of the sweet pre cum that coating Gilda's breasts as she changed position, moving to lay down on top of the mammoth mammories, spreading her legs to give Gilda an all access pass to her moist slit while she kissed the twitching tip of that plump cock!
The ogress was happy to oblige, burying her face between the goblins legs, putting that tongue of hers to good use while the goblin did the same, tongue invading her petite pussy and making the goblin moan and gasp happily!
While Tika kept the ogress occupied, Whizor went to produce next from his stack of supplies a long leather strip, studded with sharp metal spikes along its length. Running a hand over the pristine and round shape of one of Gilda's testicles he smiled and cracked the whip, a sharp snapping sound as leather smacked against flesh, the sharp spikes of the whip travelling fast enough to pierce the firm skin of the ogres sack and into the tenderized testicle meat concealed beneath.
Whizor flicked the whip, freeing it from her orb before striking again, to the left of where he had before, piercing into her orb again and again as he cracked the whip, the ogress shifting and squirming, grunts audible around Tika's thighs as Whizor methodically punctured first one and then the other of her plump and perfect testicles, leaning close to admire his handiwork, the scent of sperm and male musk coming off of them was quite potent indeed!
Next he called for the cauldron, a massive pot of iron crudely forged and hammered together for just this situation! Pouring in buckets of milk, fresh ground cinnamon, nutmeg, ample handfuls of sugar and vanilla for sweetness as well, he began stirring the ingredients, mixing them together until they formed a sweet scented broth.
With the help of several other goblins, Whizor had the ogress' testicles lifted up and dropped into the broth one at a time with a satisfying splash! Beneath the cauldron, wood was piled and set ablaze as Whizor began stirring the pot, making sure the broth had a chance to coat the tops of her testicles as well.
The mixture of milk and spices began to seep through the many punctures that the whip had left in Gilda's testicles, filling both her sack and further into the testicles themselves, infusing them with the rich flavour of the broth as the temperature gradually rose.
If she had any objections to this the ogress was unable to voice them as Tika pressed more firmly against her face, taking her tongue for a ride! She could feel that juicy ogre cock building up to an explosive climax and with one last kiss on the tip she backed off, leaving it twitching and dripping pre! Whizor would scold her severely if she took things too far and ruined all of their preparation!
Those juicy ogre testicles, battered by the hammer and pierced by the spiked whip, now began heating up as the broth was brought to a boil. Whizor pressed on them with his staff, pushing them under the liquid before taking a long metal skewer and pressing it against Gilda's left testicle, slowly forcing the thin spike of metal deep into her reproductive anatomy.
As the broth bubbled and churned around her testicles, filling the room with the sweet scent of the spice blend, Whizor pulled the skewer free, pressing a finger against the metal to make sure her testicles had been properly boiled all the way through!
"Hmm...They are coming along quite nicely." He mused, nodding to himself in satisfaction even as the ogress squirmed, chains clanking with her movements. Over the course of the next half an hour he jammed the skewer deep into her vulnerable testicles half a dozen more times, checking various places on both of her orbs before he was finally satisfied.
Spooning up some of the broth he slurped at it with a smile, he could taste the flavour of the ogres testicles as it had infused into the broth, elevating the sweet blend with a savoury flavor that reinvigorated him!
The preparations were coming along nicely now as her once pale berry pouch was removed from the cauldron, it had turned a nice bright pink that was pleasing to the eye.
His next task was a particularly fun one, and perhaps a welcome break for Gilda as Whizor produced several large jars of blueberry jam from their harvests, and scooping up a big handful he began massaging it into her testicles, ensuring that a good amount was pressed through the punctures made earlier, coating the naked testicles inside her sack as well as the pouch itself.
"O-ooh! I think she likes that!" Tika moaned, arching her back as she ground her sex against Gilda's mouth, shuddering as she climaxed. "Ah! Hah s-she got a lot more e-enthusiastic all of a sudden!" She whimpered happily, leaning forwards to give Gilda's neglected cock some much needed attention, pressing her tongue against the ogress' urethra, licking up some of that sweet pre cum.
Soon enough, the blueberry jam was smeared all over her scrotum, staining it a deep purple now as Whizor emptied the last of the jars over top of them, allowing the excess to drip down the sides.
With her testicles almost ready, Whizor turned his attention to her mammoth member. "I'll be needing that now Tika." He instructed, the goblin girl reluctantly surrendering her hold on the thick cock, giving it a parting smooch.
With the cauldron cleared away, a grill was set up now and the fire stifled, allowed to burn down to coals to lower the temperature.
Collecting next a bundle of reeds he swung them with a stinging smack, connecting with the side of her meaty rod, making it bounce and jiggle from the impact. Time and again he swung, striking her cock from every angle, paying special attention to the tip, swatting it with the stinging reeds.
The ogress jumped and squirmed as he worked and Tika offered guidance, instructing Whizor on when he needed to slow down or take a break to prevent her from popping her cork and spewing her pent up load all over the both of them.
After much hard work and effort, that big towering cock was a rosy pink from all the hits and Whizor was once again out of breath. Thankfully this next part required less physical labour on his part.
Bundled cord made from woven vines was wrapped around the base of her cock to form a snug ring, then twisted and tightened until it was choking her mighty rod, making the veins bulge even more prominently than before.
This made his next task much easier as with a crudely made syringe he pressed it into one of those bulging veins near the tip of her cock, and piercing it near the base as well. He then pressed down on the syringe, pumping sweet and delicious honey into the vein until it had been filled from top to bottom with honey running out the piercing he had made at the bottom.
Whizor repeated the process on all the veins of her cock, filling them with sticky sweet honey goodness. Once that was completed the shaman grabbed a hefty meat hook, he pushed the sharpened tip through the bulbous head of Gilda's cock, guiding it in until her cock was well secured like a fish on the line. From there he ran sturdy cord through the hook and pulled, dragging her thick and juicy cock down further between her legs until it came to rest on the hot grill!
The ogress groaned, restraints clanking with her protest as she tried to shift positions, trying to free her cock from the heat of the coal fired grill even as Whizor tied the cord to a hook at the far side, ensuring no amount of twitching or squirming would free her bruised and honey stuffed cock.
To ensure that it cooked evenly, Whizor placed fronds over top of her shaft and heaped more coals on top, allowing the heat to suffuse through into her shaft from every angle. While off to the side on the grill he set out a tray of spiced peanuts to roast for later.
Now came the time to infuse their meal with the signature of the sweet tooth tribe, several casks of honey were rolled into the work space and Whizor produced from his tool pile a length of tubing with a bulbous metal tip featuring four backwards facing spines.
Approaching his project he pressed his fingers into the ogress urethra, probing the tight cock hole, spreading his fingers apart to stretch her slit. Nodding to himself he dunked his hand in the barrel of honey, coating it with the sticky liquid.
Starting with two fingers again, he rubbed the honey into the inside of her cock, before adding a third finger and a forth, stretching her slit wide before clenching his fist, forcing his whole hand into her urethra, spreading his fingers to stretch her out nicely before pulling out.
With her cock slit gaping nicely he coated the tubing in honey as well, pressing the bulbous tip against the head of her cock, slowly pressing it in as it stretched around the invader until it passed the halfway mark and was hungrily sucked in the rest of the way.
He gave it a gentle tug, the four spines digging into the tender meat inside of her cock, making sure it wasn't going anywhere as Gilda groaned in protest. With the tube secured in place, Whizor connected the other end to the barrel of honey with a simple pump in the middle to help move the sticky liquid.
Gilda began to relax slightly as the strange but soothing sensation filled her abused cock, the sticky liquid slowly flowing down her length as more was pumped in, but as Whizor worked the pump back and forth, adding more and more it began to get uncomfortably tight! Pressure building up as her urethra bulged, forcing the sticky fluid deeper inside of her!
Whizor was relentless, pulling the lever even as each crank took more and more effort, the ogress moaned into Tika's pussy as the goblin girl bounced on her new favourite toy until the ogress let out two distinct gasps. Whizor went to examine her testicles, placing his palm against the epididymis, applying gentle pressure until he was sure, the pressure from the honey buildup had forced open the one way gate allowing honey to start to seep into her testicles even as her cock was slow roasted over the fire!
Over the next few hours, Whizor slowly pumped her testicles full of the thick rich honey, suffusing the sticky goodness into the meat and sperm of her nuts, filling every available inch of space. He took breaks periodically to massage and smash those perfect gems of hers, working the honey around as they swelled and swelled, bulging obscenely between her legs and stretching the skin of her sack taut around her massive honey stuffed testicles. By the time he had emptied the fourth cask, of honey, those lovely testicles of hers had about tripled in size, honey dripping from many of the punctures in her testicles now that they were fully saturated, an absolutely mammoth meal fit for the whole tribe! Finally, Whizor thought to himself, his work was nearly complete.
As carefully as he could to avoid damaging her too much, he extracted the bulbous tip of the tubing, guiding the spines out one at a time with his fingers. Honey began to flow from her cock like a faucet immediately.
Taking the roast peanuts from their tray he grabbed fistfuls of the crunchy treats, jamming them deep into her cock as honey squirted out around his arm, fistful after fistful until he had forced all of the peanuts deep into her shaft and could feel their irregular shapes as he traced a finger along the underside of her urethra. Satisfied with that he capped her cock off with a melon to keep everything inside, forcing her slit to stretch around it to accommodate.
Slow cooked to perfection, he smothered the fire, brushed off the coals and leaves as the rich scent of honey roast meat filled the room, making him giddy with anticipation! How he longed to try it right away! But he must not, she was nearly ready! The tribe would feast tonight like never before!
It was time for the finishing touches! And not a moment too soon, he could see the shadows growing long as the sun hung low in the horizon, the banquet had been prepared and he could hear song and dance outside as the festivities got underway.
Lastly, he grabbed a bowl of honey glaze and a brush, applying it liberally over the tip of her cock, making the ogress giggle as the fine bristles tickled her. Once the fat tip had been thoroughly coated he stepped back to admire his handiwork.
The pale albino ogress had certainly gained some colour, her testicles, spiced, boiled and swollen to thrice their already prodigious volume were a lovely purple from the blueberry jam, and had a sweet fruity scent. Her cock, slow roast over coals had the mouth watering scent of honey and meat topped with a now crystallizing glaze and a few flowers for decoration.
Her long and very enjoyable task completed, Tika climbed down from her position atop the ogress, weak in the knees from an afternoon of delights, she staggered out to go join the growing revelry as the sun set on the horizon.
Outside the shamans work shop, the goblin festivities were well underway, torches had been lit and there were enticing dances being performed and goblins jostled with each other, performing feats of strength and competing against each other.
Arm wrestling, sparring in mock battles, even successive blows to the crotch, the goblins had a variety of ways to measure ones strengths. Those that proved themselves in the festival games were to be the first invited into the shaman's work shop to partake of the feast as they were most deserving of the strength the blessings were sure to provide.
Greeb, having found the ogress was invited to be among the first to feast and so was basking in the pleasant atmosphere of the festivities, watching the ladies dance and twirl by torchlight until Whizor stepped out of the tent, striking the butt of his staff against a slab of rock to signal to those who had proven themselves worthy.
"Goblins of the Sweet tooth tribe! Head my words and rejoice, after many long seasons of waiting, the time is upon us, please follow me, those who have been chosen." He bade, pulling aside the curtain into the smoke filled workroom, the pale form of the albino ogress visible at the far end.
Each goblin was provided a mint leaf to ward against the sleepwalker haze, chewing on it as they gawked at the captive ogress that, even sitting down upon the floor towered over them.
Wide eyed with wonder, Greeb and his fellow tribesmen beheld those wondrous blueberry balls and honey basted cock, his mouth began watering as he smelled the heavenly aroma. With a voracious appetite, the dozen selected goblins set upon the ogress testicles, pressing their faces against the huge honey filled orbs, lapping up the blueberry jam with loud slurping noises, tongues tracing over the spheres, probing the punctures for a taste of the meat within!
Allowing the goblins to enjoy themselves for a minute, Whizor eventually slammed his staff against the ogress left testicle, producing a meaty smack and causing a momentary pause in the frenzy. Producing from his belt a sacred ritual dagger he pressed it into the centre of her scrotum, taut with pressure from her swollen testicles, sliding it down with a quick motion, parting her berry pouch down the middle to allow the goblins to peer at their grand prizes kept safe within.
The scent of honey and spices wafted out with a dizzying aroma that wet the appetite and renewed the goblins frenzied hunger! They clamoured over each other and jostled anew for the privilege, Greeb elbowed one goblin out of the way and climbed over top of the frenzy into the warm and sticky pouch.
Soon the shapes of the goblins could be seen beneath her scrotum, pressing their lips to the punctures and sucking out the flavourful juices, exploring with their tongues and gripping the pale stuffed orbs with their hands.
Greeb had heard tell of an especially magical place on the testicles and was determined to be the first to have a taste of it. Slowly edging his way through the tight space between the testicle wall and her scrotum, Greeb arrived at the back of her testicle, probing over the smooth surface until he discovered what he was looking for.
He gripped the epidydimus, where the testicle was connected to the rest of the ogress' body and also the primary cum tank for mature sperm, squeezing it tightly in his hands as he chewed, he could feel the thick goo within as it deformed in his mouth, the heat and the taste were mesmerizing!
Greeb was persistent, gripping with all his strength to make the part of her epidydimus that he was chewing on bulge with accumulated fluids until he finally managed to pierce a small hole in it, sweet rich sperm and honey gushing into his waiting mouth! The ecstatic goblin sucked and licked, gulping down as much as he could before moving on.
Finally though, Whizor was ready to unveil his hard work, the fruit of a long days labour cooking and preparing these mammoth boulder sized testicles for his tribe! Jamming a finger into one of the puncture holes, he twirled it go gather up plenty of juices, licking it clean before he pressed the tip of the dagger against the firm shell of her left testicle, slowly applying more and more pressure, allowing the blade to indent and then pierce the tough shell and sink into the hot tender meat within!
Drawing the knife downwards he created an opening two feet long before thrusting his hands into it, spreading the hole and grinning as honey began to flow from the saturated meat. Whizor leaned close, licking over the delicious meat inside of her testicle, squeezing with his hands to make it bulge as he began chewing. Each bite was a delicious gush of flavor, the delicate tubes of fibres of her testicle squishing in his mouth, releasing their sperm, honey and spices as he chewed! Once he had sucked most of the flavour out of his mouthful he released his grip on the meat, satisfied as he stepped to the side, making similar cuts at several more points on each of the mighty testicles.
Greeb and the other goblins explored, nibbled and chewed on the firm shell, lapping up the juices that flowed out, savouring the masculine scent of her testicles until he came across one of the openings that Whizor had cut.
Lapping up the honey that dripped from within, Greeb wanted more! The goblin pressed his head and shoulders into the opening, biting down on the sweet and chewy nutmeat within. The scout thrust his hands deeper into the delicate internals of the colossal ogress' testicle, grabbing the tender moist and tender honey'd meat as he pulled himself deeper inside, chewing and sucking all the spiced honey and sperm out of the handfuls he was grabbing.
Soon Greeb was completely engulfed, surrounded by testicle meat on all sides, a true paradise as he nibbled and chewed, sucking and slurping, savouring the immense flavour that filled his mouth and nose.
Whizor watched as more of the goblins discovered the openings he had created, the ogress' testicles jiggled and bounced as the comparatively small goblins feasted within, rearranging her reproductive pathways to accommodate themselves as they explored.
Turning his attention to her delicious slow smoked cock, the shaman climbed atop her right testicle, taking a seat as he reached out to press on the thick tip of her cock, nodding as the ogress let out a soft murmur of pleasure.
The shaman leaned down, sniffing over the tip, tracing his fingers along her bulging urethra and up to the melon, pressing on it from below. Her urethra began to bulge wide as the melon was forced out, falling onto the floor below and splitting in half.
He pressed his fist into her gaping cock slit, grabbing a handful of roasted pre-soaked peanuts and popping them into his mouth, savouring the taste before licking the honey off of the tip of her cock. Opening his mouth wide he sank his teeth into the delicious cock meat, biting down hard. With all his hard work, the meat squished in his mouth, flooding him with its masculine strength!
Gilda squirmed in her bindings as the goblins licked, chewed groped and bit the most delicate pieces of her anatomy, the heady smoke and relentless teasing only serving to get her more turned on, fantasizing about all manner of lewd things and more barrels of honey mead.
Once by one the goblins emerged from within Gilda's testicles as they had their fill of spiced honey and sperm, coming to join Whizor atop the mountainous testicles, seated each in front of a portion of her cock like hungry diners at a picnic table.
The goblins dug in, biting and chewing, gulping down as much of the tender and delicious meat as they could stomach. Those near the tip of her cock reached into her urethra repeatedly through the feast, deeper and deeper as they grabbed peanuts to toss along the length of her shaft for their companions.
All too soon however, Whizor was whacking his staff against the orb he was standing on, signalling the goblins that their time at the feast had passed.
With full bellies and high spirits the first band of goblins departed the tent, still sticky with honey and juices from the feast. Cheers went up as the next group was ushered in and given similar treatment. Each savouring the blueberry jam coating her sack, exploring the flavourful depths of her testicles and finally feasting on the delicious meat of that massive ogress cock!
The dancing, feasting an revelry went on long into the night as the voracious goblins gradually drained Gilda's hefty testicles of all their sperm and honey filled goodness. The sections of her cock that had not been devoured by the warriors were carved up with Whizors dagger and distributed to the women and young, that they might partake in some of the feast as well and be invigorated.
The shaman worked quickly and deftly, knife slicing through the delicate and tender meat. It was true that he worked to create slices for those who hadn't had a chance to feast yet, but he was more than happy to help himself to seconds as he worked, taking a bite out of that delicious cock meat of hers before slicing another strip off to be plated.
It was said that in addition to their fierce and unrivalled strength that ogres also possessed great regenerative properties. With this in mind, Whizor elected to leave a portion of her member remaining at the base that it might be allowed to regrow rather than remove it completely.
Gilda, for her cooperation was given another barrel of their best honey mead to keep her amicable and cooperative throughout the course of the feast, the giant albino ogress content to drink and enjoy the heady scent of the sleepwalker as the festivities gradually wound down around her.
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Within the great and mysterious forest of Antrea, the dawn found the goblin tribe inexorably changed. Bolstered by their mystical feast, they had grown in stature and strength, inheriting a fraction of the ogress' powers. The tribe of now hobgoblins cheered and rejoiced, offering praise and reverence to Whizor, elevating him from shaman to sage for his wise works.
Few goblins if any had ever managed to so thoroughly bind and press an ogre into their will as Whizor and the Sweet tooth tribe had, with the bountiful rewards evident to all who were familiar with the tribe. It remains to be seen how this sudden and magical change will affect the balance of power within the forest, but such fortunes shift ever constantly as with the rise and fall of the tides.
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