Cum Before the Storm (Goblin ballbusting 4).

Hey everyone!

Here is the next part of my goblin series! Triston the human goes on a walk through the city, and his cock and balls get put through the ringer by everyone he meets, be they goblin, shark, or other.

This chapter is set a few hours after ["The Royal Bootycall](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/169y0r1/the_royal_bootycall_goblin_ballbusting_chapter_2/), and six days after [”A Rabbit Walks Into A Bar”](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/17z6cdj/a_rabbit_walks_into_a_bar_goblin_ballbusting_3/). I’d definitely recommend reading those first if you haven’t, else this chapter might not make much sense.

**Contains human-on-anthro furry shenanigans.**

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Triston looked out over the vast crowd that moved with him. “Wow, this place is packed today. Wouldn’t have thought people would get so excited over a couple of boats.”

He’d never seen the market so busy, the space was a sea of green. Goblins of every age and shade surrounded him, punctuated by the occasional shark that stood nearly triple their height. The human looked rather out of place among them, most especially against his companion: the queen. There were a small handful of people that belonged to other races (the most notable being what looked like a hyena standing near the bar), but that only made him stand out more.

Queen Keth nodded, lowering her voice as she laughed to her group, “To be honest, I don’t get it either. It’s some ships, what’s the big deal? It’s not like we’re running low on them.” The monarch was carrying a bottle of wine, to be smashed on the first of the three ships planned to launch today. She could see the mast of one of them now, towering over the surrounding buildings.

Cuxee had never been the biggest on ceremony and tradition. The only reason she was here was because she was expected to be. If it were up to her, she’d have stayed in the castle today. That wasn’t to say she didn’t like interacting and socializing with her subjects. Quite the opposite, in fact. She had chosen this route through the city because it was the longest path, meaning she had more opportunity to meet her people. The queen stopped every few feet to look at the shops and shake hands with people in the crowd, despite the protests from her guards. The six armed soldiers stood in a circle around her, trying to hurry the group along. Accompanying her was her faithful old advisor, Breez, his husband, personal maid Mirx, and Triston. Though they had left more than an hour ago, they weren’t even halfway there. There were already people waiting at the dock to hear her speech.

“Oh, if only this was just a speech.” Cuxee looked down at the bottle again, cradling it in her arm like it was the most precious thing in the world. She rubbed her thumb against the label, reading its name aloud. “This was a really good year. Such a waste.”

Breez chuckled, the queen’s near obsessive love of wine was well known to everyone in the castle. “You know, when your mother did this, she’d take the most expensive bottle, pour it out, and replace it with the cheapest wine we had.”

His husband laughed with him, “She did the same thing when she gave us a bottle as an anniversary present!”

“Ha, and you guys call me a drunk. At least I share.” Cuxee replied, “But oh, a fake bottle is a great idea! Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Your majesty,” Mirx leaned in, “I hate to rush you, but we are on a tight schedule today.”

“Ah, yes … right. Come along, then.”

“Uh, actually Cuxee,” Triston began, seeing her guards flinch as he said her first name, “would you mind if I stayed here? I wanted to shop around today.”

“That’s fine. You can take the day off too, Brul.”

Mirx bowed, “Are you sure, your majesty?”

“Breez and I can manage ourselves, it’s all boring bureaucratic stuff anyway.” She motioned to the bottle, pouting. “Just try to see if you can find something to replace this loss.”

“Of course, my queen.” With another bow, the maid stepped aside as her ruler continued down the road. A large portion of the crowd followed, leaving the market a little bit less cramped. Unsure of where to start, she looked up at the human. “So, what are you looking for?”

“Nothing in particular,” he replied, “I just like visiting all the stalls, see what people are selling. You never know, sometimes you can find some good stuff.” His coin bag jingled in his pocket. It didn’t have much in it, but that was fine. Though Cuxee always offered to pay for anything he wanted, Triston preferred to spend his own money.

The pair began to aimlessly walk around, looking for anything that caught their eye. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much of anything on sale today. The market vendors tried, of course, doing their best to convince the pair that they absolutely needed this ugly rug, or this overpriced bracelet. This little wooden horse was a good luck charm. These apples were the most delicious in the whole world. This necklace was most certainly real gold, how dare you accuse me of selling fakes!

After a half-hour of walking around, the only thing the pair ended up buying was a small bottle of lube, which Cuxee had been running low on. Well, Triston bought it, at least. Mirx refused to approach the stall with him, lest the seller think they were a couple. The last time someone had made that assumption, she’d blushed and backhanded him straight in the nuts to prove them wrong.

Triston weighed the container in his hand as he walked back, wondering aloud, “Hey, you think today will tire her out? I’m still spent from yesterday, I don’t know if I can go again tonight.”

“I wouldn’t bet on it.” The maid grinned, patting his penis through his pants, “Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll only want to go a few dozen rounds.”

He pushed her hand away as she tapped his balls. “Ah, don’t do that! My balls are still sore from Vaf kicking me this morning.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, for such a clumsy girl, she’s surprisingly accurate. She got the left one twice.”

“Ha! In that case, here: I’ll even it out for ya.”

Smack!

The goblin brought her right fist up, hitting him between the legs. She might not have loved ballbusting as much as Noxi, but she just couldn’t pass up whacking him whenever the opportunity presented itself. As usual, she hit him with a tiny bit more force than was necessary.

“Ow! Really!?” The human bent over, cupping himself with one hand. “Ugh, that was still the left one.”

“Oops, my bad! Lemme try again.”

Triston jumped back as she winded up another slap. She chased him, trying to pull his covering hand away. Just as she grabbed his wrist, an energetic voice called out to them.

“You! Yes, you, the human!”

The two looked over to see a shark woman pointing at them. She waved them over to her market stall, which had a large awning hanging over the front. It extended down to the sides, like a tent. The vendor was holding a small vial, gesturing to it with her other hand as she spoke with a heavy accent. “Have I got a product for you!”

Curious, Mirx took the bait and approached. Triston followed a moment later with a slight limp. The tall woman was wearing a loose fitting, blue tunic. As with all the other sharks, her clothes were slightly damp, to keep her body moist. Inside the stall were all sorts of glass bottles and flasks, filled with strange, colorful liquids. The one she held was a darkish orange. She shook it in his face, making sure to get his attention.

“My apologies, but I couldn’t help but notice you conversing across the street. It seemed like you angered your companion, and she responded by striking you in your … jewels.” The way the human looked down and turned red told the shark that she was correct, so she continued. “Tell me, sir, did that hurt?”

“Obviously,” he answered.

“I hope so,” Mirx also answered.

The woman smiled a toothy grin, tapping the vial with a sharp nail, “Well, what if I told you that I could make it so that you never had to feel any pain ever again?”

He raised an eyebrow, “I’d say ‘give me your whole stock.’”

“Then you’ll be very happy to hear that this is the answer to all your problems! I’m sure you’re heard of the classic strengthening potion, correct?”

“Yeah, but aren’t they usually a lighter color than that?”

The shark nodded overenthusiastically, pulling the stopper off the container, “They are indeed, sir! But this is no ordinary potion! This is my new, special blend! You see, unlike a regular potion, this one is applied topically, not drunk. This makes it much safer, stronger, and cheaper!”

“Wait, wouldn’t ingesting something make it more potent than just-”

“Just rub a little of this bad boy on ya, and even the nastiest injury won’t hurt a bit! Heck, you could get stabbed straight through the heart, and with just a few drops, you wouldn’t feel a thing!” The shark mimed jabbing a knife into her chest as she said this.

“Because I’d be dead?”

“Come sir, if you would be so kind as to display your jewels for me, I shall demonstrate for you!”

“Uhhh …” Triston took a step back, wondering if this was one of Noxi’s pranks. The woman beckoned him to expose himself, her razor sharp teeth making him uneasy. “Yeah, I think I’m good- hey!”

An impatient Mirx wasted no time in grabbing his crotch. He was wearing his fancy trousers today, which had an opening in the front that was laced closed. The goblin’s nimble, gloved hands quickly untied his pants, reached in, and roughly yanked out his cock and balls. Triston tried to reach down and cover himself, but it was too late. With a hard jerk, she plopped his testicles onto the wooden stall.

“Here you go!” Mirx said proudly, causing Triston to grunt in response to the impact. He immediately covered his cock with his hands, but she held his sack tight by the base, preventing him from pulling away. Her other hand held his waist, attempting to steady him. “Wait a minute, I wanna see if this stuff really works.”

The human huffed, realizing that complying was the safest option. It was a risky gamble to trust that this lady wasn’t lying, but it was the lesser of two evils. He figured this potion had a fifty-fifty chance of working, but trying to pull away had a one-hundred percent chance of his balls getting squeezed by the maid. Besides, if this really did work, it would finally free him from the constant nut-ache. Still, he continued to cover his dick, trying to retain at least some dignity. “I … ugh, fine … please don’t be a scam.”

The shark leaned forward, dramatically waving the vial above his balls. “Oh, what a lovely pair, sir! They will make for an excellent demonstration! Now then: observe!”

With this, she tipped the vial, pouring the warm liquid over both orbs. At first, it did nothing but stain his ballsack dark orange. He frowned, ready to chew into this woman for trying to sell him dyed water.

But then, slowly, the liquid seemed to absorb into his skin. There came a tingling sensation, followed by numbness, then nothing. Confused, yet intrigued, Triston was too focused on the strange feeling to notice the woman reach out. She gave the left ball a solid flick, looking up to see his reaction. He instinctively sucked in a breath and flinched, then realized that it hadn’t hurt.

“Did you feel that, sir?” she asked.

“Uh … No, actually.”

“How about this?” The woman positioned the same ball between her thumb and finger. She then bore down on it, pinching it with her sharp nails. Triston flinched again, only for his frightened expression to turn into disbelief. The potion actually worked! He was so amazed, he didn’t even react as she began wiggling her thumb into his nut. “Incredible, isn’t it? It took me many batches before I managed to perfect the recipe, but the results speak for themselves!”

His hands left his cock, gently poking at his own bollocks. “I can’t believe it! I don’t feel anything at all!”

“Indeed, sir! As I said, all your testicular problems are no more with just a few drops!” The shark placed both hands atop his balls as she said this. Triston watched as she leaned forward, putting all her weight into flattening his nuts against the wood. She shifted back and forth, squishing each nut as hard as she could. Ordinarily, this would have been unbelievably painful, but, had he closed his eyes, he wouldn’t have been able to tell it was happening at all. There was only the slightest bit of pressure, no more agonizing than a light caress.

Just as he thought that this couldn’t get better, she transferred all her weight onto lefty. Using her other hand, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, giving him a few clumsy strokes as she explained: “And because it’s applied topically, it only affects that one area, instead of numbing your whole body. Which means you can still feel other stuff, like this!”

His eyes grew as he watched her hand pump up and down. He could feel his dick perfectly fine, but it was like his balls weren’t even there. Granted, his dick couldn’t feel that much, due to her awkward, subpar stroking, but still.

“Woah, cool!” said Mirx, poking at the bulging bubbles of ball-meat. Her long ears perked up in excitement. She never got to play with his bollocks like this, usually he was squirming too much. “Can I try?”

The shark answered for him, “Of course, dear! Go ahead! You could even pop ‘em both right now, and he probably wouldn’t even notice!”

As the woman let up on him, the goblin brought her fist down onto his right testicle. Though the sight of it squishing out under her fist made him queasy, he didn’t try to stop her. This woman was a genius! This product would change every guy’s life! No doubt it would be very expensive, but he’d gladly pay any price to rid himself of Noxi’s constant sack-tapping.

As Mirx began repeatedly slamming her fist down again and again, Triston looked up to find the shark folding her arms in pride. He ran his hand through his hair in astonishment. “How much!? How much to make this permanent?”

“Ah, well you see, sir …” the vendor rubbed the back of her neck, glancing down with a sheepish look, “I’m afraid the recipe is not fully perfected yet. It has a pretty limited duration, so you have to keep reapplying it to truly get the full effect. So while it will protect your jewels from any and all harm, once it wears off, you’ll need more.”

Triston’s smile dipped a bit, slightly disappointed. The potion was so strong that he didn’t even realize that Mirx had begun to squeeze his balls, jabbing her fingers as deep into them as she could. His lack of reaction encouraged her to crush them harder. He was literally just standing there, not even trying to stop her. She was going to make the most of this time, squeezing the squishy, rubbery orbs into all sorts of fun shapes. His cock twitched as she did this, but she ignored it.

“Oh, well that sucks, but … I mean, still, you could make a fortune with this stuff! Why aren’t you traveling the world, selling this recipe everywhere?”

“You flatter me, sir! But I’m afraid I’ve yet to find a single customer willing to buy any. I’ve been giving out other free samples, but no one seems interested.”

“What? What do you mean? Who would ever say no to this? A strength potion without any of the drawbacks? This would revolutionize the potion industry!”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that! I do potion mixing as a hobby, you see. I’m just an amateur.”

“Huh? This seems extremely impressive to me!” Mirx piped up, still kneading the human’s balls like they were dough.

“Thank you, ma’am. But truthfully, I’m at a loss. I’ve gone through sixteen different batches, and I’ve still yet to work out the one side effect. It’s very minor, but nothing I try seems to fix it.”

“Side effect?” Triston asked, “What side effe- GAAAH!”

The human suddenly went cross-eyed, bending at the waist and collapsing onto the table. Mirx jumped at his yell, but she kept her grip on his sack, reflexively clamping down harder for a second. His shaking hands placed themselves over the goblin’s, trying to pry her fingers off. With a long, shuddering groan, he begged her to let go. She mercifully obeyed, allowing him to fall to his knees.

“What’s happening!?” Mirx yelped in concern.

Rubbing her arm in embarrassment, the vendor awkwardly peered over the stall. She hesitated for a moment, cringing. “Well, um, funny thing … because I changed the formula so much, it doesn’t so much as block pain, as much as it, well, delays it.”

“Oh,” Mirx replied, less concerned.

“I also had to add more of my secret ingredient to make it more potent. It worked, though … heh, it additionally had the tiny little problem of also doubling all pain after the delay.”

Triston shook his head, speaking through clenched teeth, “Ghhh f-fucking …. Y-you couldn’t have … oooh guuhd … h-have s-s-said that before!?”

“It only happens after it’s applied,” the shark shrugged, “so I figured you’d only care to know after.”

“W-well you fi- aah… you figured … ughhh … wrong.” He was thankful that this stall was covered now. The last thing he needed was the whole market to see him whining and holding his groin. He shifted off his knees to sit on the ground, leaning against the stall.

“Don’t be rude, Triston.” Mirx chided him, shaking her head. The vendor pouted, apologizing for her lackluster product. Turning back, the maid comforted her, “Oh, no no no, please don’t apologize, it worked great! I don’t know much about potion making, but I’ve heard that it’s very complicated. The fact that you’ve gotten it to work at all is amazing! You’re already as close to the finish line as you can get, I’m sure with just a few more tweaks, it’ll be perfect.”

The goblin’s kind words made the shark smile, and she promised that she’d get the recipe right one day. The two hugged, and the former even offered up a gold coin to support the vendor’s efforts. The offer of a free potion in return was politely, but firmly, turned out. The human, meanwhile, just groaned to himself. He looked up at her with a frown, trying to stuff his nuts back into his trousers. Sighing at his overdramatic reactions, Mirx decided to tease him. “Why are you still sitting on the floor? Tryna look up my dress? If you wanna get a peek at my cute little butt, you could just ask.”

He was unamused. “I’m sitting because it hurts too much to stand. Fucking … gods, Mirx, were you trying to break them?”

“Of course not! She’d be furious if I popped even one of ‘em.”

“Hilarious.”

“Oh come on, Vaf whacks your balls around harder than that every single day.” Mirx crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently. The shark just stood there, watching with a mix of confusion and fascination. What an odd couple.

“The pain usually doesn’t hit me all at once, though!”

“Fair. If I agree to jerk you off, will you stop whining?”

He paused for a moment, looking down at his twitching member. His voice was low as he spoke, “It’ll take more than a handjob to fix this …”

With a roll of her eyes, the maid bent over the table and shook her butt in his face. “Oh, in that case, why don’t you just go ahead and blow your load inside my pussy? Or maybe you’d prefer my ass?”

…

…

“Really?”

“Oh, goddess above. Just get up before I actually try to pop them.”


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Triston pulled up his pants as he stumbled back into the street. His balls still hurt like fuck, but the cumshot he blew all over the alley wall did help a bit. Mirx waved to the shark as they left, thanking her for letting them hide behind her tent. She looked up at him, asking him seriously, “You don’t actually need to go to a healer, do you?”

“No,” he sighed, “but please don’t hit me again today.”

“I’ll try my best.”

“And by the way: when you offer to get a guy off, they usually expect you to, y’know, actually go all the way and not stop right before the end. Not much of a relief when you gotta finish it yourself.”

She waved him off, “I had planned to, until you tried to push your luck and ask for more. Besides, you seemed to have handled it fine.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t decide to aim it at your dress.”

She lightly elbowed him in the side, “No, you’re lucky you didn’t.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t want to swallow it all.”

Triston patted her head, much to her annoyance. Her long, green ears flicked as she pushed his hand away. “As if! That’s disgusting.”

“You sure seem to love slurping it down every night.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

The pair continued to bicker as they walked/limped through the city. The ship launching was still going on, but neither cared enough to go see. Instead, they decided to go get lunch at Triston’s favorite place. It wasn’t amazing by any means, but it was one of the few establishments that didn’t just sell fish and fruit (the two of which made up eighty percent of goblin diets). Even then, they still had some time to spare. They sat around for a bit, trying to think of something to do, when Triston spied the city’s massage parlor.

“Isn’t this the place that gives happy endings?” he asked.

Mirx shrugged. “I think so? I’ve never been.”

“You wanna go?”

“Go get a massage, or go get your dick sucked?”

Triston laughed as he approached the door, “Are you kidding? Cux- she does that enough at night already. I just wanna try the sauna, I need to relax for a while. ”

The maid hesitated a moment, but was forced to concede that a massage did sound pretty nice. She loved her job, but it didn’t give her a lot of time off. “Alright, fine. But we are not getting a couples massage!”

A young goblin man at the counter welcomed them in. Mirx blushed, claiming that she was only here because the human made her. Having heard similar lies a thousand times before, he smiled and pointed up to a board that explained their prices. Five silver for a plain massage, five for just an orgasm, ten for both. If you wanted two masseuses/masseurs at once, you paid each separately. A surprisingly great deal, Mirx had to admit.

Under the prices was a list of the parlor’s current employees: seven goblins, four sharks, one human man, one rat woman, and one snake man. The receptionist explained that most of them were available now, but the human and one of the sharks had to be booked in advance. They were very popular choices, evidently.

The maid pointedly settled on a regular massage, placing her money on the counter with as much grace as she could manage. Triston joked that she would be less grumpy if she got the full package. She refused with a huff, stepping aside as he paid for the communal sauna. Shrugging, he gave his things to the man to hold onto as he was guided out the room. Mirx watched as he was led away, hands behind her back. The moment the door closed, she stepped forward to put down another five silver.

There was only one other person in the sauna, a somewhat older looking goblin woman. Sitting in the corner with her eyes closed, she didn’t seem to notice Triston walk in. He took a seat in the opposite corner, adjusting his small towel. In the center of the room was a cauldron out of which a gray vapor was pouring out. He recognized the smell it made instantly. There was a special type of flower that grew in the north that, when burned, produced dense smoke. This smoke was once believed to be a powerful aphrodisiac, though nowadays it was understood that it probably had no such effect. In any case, it was still a popular tradition to have a burning bowl of them in places such as brothels. He figured they put one in here to make customers want to pay more for a happy ending massage.

Though the room was fairly large, the bowl’s clouds quickly began to fill it up. Between that, and the low amount of light coming from a single window, Triston could barely see his own hand in front of his face. As he tried to get comfortable, he realized that the towel he’d been given was actually kind of itchy. He glanced at the woman, but could only just barely make out her shape in the cloudy air. Turning back to himself, he untied the towel from around his waist, placing it beside him. His cock, ever erect, pointed straight up at the ceiling as he reclined back. His balls were still unbelievably sore, but a little while in here would hopefully help him relax.

A few minutes passed in silence before the door opened again. Triston looked to see if it was Mirx, forgetting that he was naked. The light from the open door illuminated a woman as she entered. He couldn’t see her face clearly, but he recognized the tall, well-built shape of a hyena. It wasn’t Mirx, just another random customer. As the door shut, the room was once again blanketed in a thick fog. Thinking nothing of it, he closed his eyes again.

The woman’s footsteps patterned along, stopping in front of him. He could hear her struggling with her towel. Her voice was surprisingly soft, and though she spoke in a language he’d never heard before, it was clear that she was complaining that it was too small. After a few seconds, she just gave up and moved to sit down.

Directly onto Triston’s lap.

“OH!” The hyena’s eyes widened in surprise as something hard slipped into her. Just as caught off guard as her, he bolted upright and grabbed her waist. She began to get up, only to trip and fall back down again. Both of them sucked in a breath as her wet tunnel fully enveloped his cock, which was pushed as deep inside as it could go. “Oh.”

She successfully got up on her second attempt, sitting beside him. He immediately began to profusely apologize, trying to cover himself with his towel. She stopped him, holding up a hand, “No, please, it was my bad! I didn’t see you there! Can’t see a damn thing with all this smoke.”

“I should have had my towel on, I’m sorry.” Triston scooted away, starting to stand.

“Oh no, it’s fine,” the hyena stopped him, grabbing his arm, “These things are so tiny, might as well not even wear ‘em. I’m surprised even these goblins can fit in them.”

Triston agreed, attempting to laugh off the awkwardness. He turned back to find her leaning in. He could only see her eyes through the fog. They were cold and predatory, but also focused and curious.

“You’re a human, aren’t you? It’s been a while since I fucked a human, but I definitely remember that cock shape.”

“Uhhh …”

She cocked her head at him. “Are you on break, or something? That guy up front said you’re booked the whole day.”

Triston blinked in surprise. On break? What was she talking about? Did she think he worked here? “Um, I’m not a-”

He was cut off mid-sentence by the feeling of her fingers wrapping around his shaft. She bit her lip, leaning in closer, “Just from that little sneak peak, I can see why I was recommended this place.”

“Uh, lady I don’t work-”

“Oh don’t worry, I can pay. I would never expect you to work for free.” The hyena moved to straddle him as she spoke, burying his face in her cleavage. He attempted to push her off, but she hugged him tight. “I don’t want to disturb your break so I’ll be quick, you can just sit back.”

Triston moaned as she slipped him back inside, planting her knees on either side of him. Trapped between two pillowy, furry tits, he was unable to speak, his voice muffled by her chest. He considered pushing her off again … but then she began to bounce on his lap, and he thought “Nah.” Surely there was no harm in just playing along, not like she was listening to anything he was saying anyway. He did as he was told and just sat back.

“They weren’t lying when they said this place was great,” she moaned into his ear, tits jiggling and rubbing up and down his face, “I wanted you, but those two goblin girls back there were good too, you can tell they eat pussy for a living. I told my sister she was missing out, I’m definitely coming back here again.”

He didn’t respond. It felt nice to finally be the one that could just relax and enjoy. Even when Cuxee was on top, she often expected him to do most of the thrusting. He really had just wanted to unwind in the sauna, but wasn’t going to pass up the chance of another orgasm. Anything to help to relieve the ache in his nuts, which were hanging low in his sack due to the heat.

She hugged him tighter, forcing him to bring his legs together. This, in turn, forced his balls to rest atop his legs, the absolute worst place for them to be.

Wham!

Pleasure turned to pain as the hyena’s heavy rear slammed down into his lap. He jerked forward, burying his face deeper into her bosom. His hands immediately reached to grab her ass, but she was too heavy for him to push her off. That meant that he could do nothing to protect himself as she bounced again, flattening his balls under her spotted, brown-furred rump. His fingers sank into the soft flesh of her ass, which rippled in his grasp with every slam. The way his cock throbbed in response only encouraged her to keep going, heedless to his attempts to stop her. Though she wasn’t very fast, she was clearly putting every effort into pounding him into the seat. His grasp gradually weakened, his moans unable to escape her cleavage. Eventually, Triston was forced to just accept that his balls were just going to have to take it.

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!

The two orbs had little time to re-inflate after each smack, trapped under their respective cheek. Slapping her ass did nothing to slow her down, only making her chuckle that he was a kinky bastard. Likewise, she didn’t seem bothered by his orgasm. The feel of his cum shooting into her womb only made her give a growl of lust as she gently nibbled at his ear. The way his balls were being crushed helped squeeze out a little bit of extra seed, filling her completely. Her own orgasm came shortly thereafter, causing her to slam down ever harder.

The hyena continued to bounce on his lap for the next several minutes, panting until a combination of the sauna and the sex made her too hot to keep going. She rested her head on his shoulder for a while, trying to catch her breath. This only served to further the horrible ache coming from his lower half, as she sat with all her weight resting on his nuts. It also didn’t help that he had been halfway to another orgasm when she stopped. She wiggled her ass in his lap for a bit, squashing his balls even more out of shape as she shifted her weight back and forth. Whether or not she felt the two orbs quivering under her cheeks, he couldn’t tell.

“Whew!” she said, patting his head, “That was great! I think you just got yourself a repeat customer!”

After a few more minutes of rest, the woman finally climbed off of him, peeling his flattened balls off her ass. As he groaned, too exhausted to even cup himself, she just casually stretched. She bent over, her pussy inches from his face as she flexed her legs. (Unfortunately, he couldn’t see anything in the thick smoke). Thanking him for the good time, she grabbed her towel and walked out satisfied. He, meanwhile, just sat there, wishing he’d just have gotten a massage. Triston pitied the human he’d been mistaken for. Poor guy was in for a rough surprise when this hyena returned for him. Gods, why did he suggest this.

“Um, excuse me,” came a voice from his left.

Turning, he realized that he’d forgotten all about the goblin woman that'd been in the corner. Oh fuck, had she been watching the whole time? Hopefully she wasn’t mad about the impromptu fucking that just happened in front of her, cause he couldn’t summon the strength to cover himself right now. If she was anything like Mirx, he was about to get a solid punch to the nuts.

Fortunately, it seemed that she was not. Indeed, she was already beginning to climb into his lap. She positioned herself so that his dick was wedged between her green ass cheeks, her pussy rubbing against his groin. Not so much asking as stating, she spoke: “Can I have a turn too?”

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… Later that night …
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“The shower’s ready, your majesty,” a naked Mirx nodded as she walked back into the room. Triston was lying halfway off the bed, with the other goblin between his legs.

“Inha mnhute,” the queen replied around a mouthful of cock. She bobbed up and down, trying to coax one last tasty cumshot out of him. Her hands were a blur on the shaft, expertly stroking him as she swirled her tongue around the head. This technique usually made Triston buck and moan a lot, but he was oddly still.

Stepping closer, the maid saw that the human had his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open and body limp. Ah, that explained it. Triston’s stamina was very impressive, yes, but even he had his limits, a fact Cuxee always seemed to forget. Realizing that the queen was too focused on her task to notice, Mirx placed her hand on her shoulder with a laugh. “I think he’s done for the night, your majesty.”

“Hmm? Oh!” Pulling Triston’s cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, Cuxee looked to the window, still stroking him. “I didn’t realize it was so late! I was hoping for another round, but I guess we should stop. We can just pick up here tomorrow night.”

Turning back to give his dick one last long slurp and kiss on the tip, the queen finally got off of him and made her way to the shower. Mirx said that she would follow in a second, turning back to the human. She shook him lightly, ordering him to wake up. He refused to obey, even when she tapped his face impatiently. With a huff, she glanced down at his ballsack, preparing to give it a smack. She raised her hand, lined up her aim … and then stopped.

His cock was still hard, despite the queen’s best efforts. It was also soaking wet, covered in the queen’s spit and juices, not to mention the layer of cum that she hadn’t licked off.

Mirx Brul was a proud woman, too proud to admit that she was curious what fucking a human was like. Sure, she sucked him off at least once every night, not to mention all the handjobs she gave him around the castle. But she only did this on the queen’s request and to tease him, respectively. She enjoyed watching him squirm and whimper, but she would never ever give him the satisfaction of knowing that she wondered what he’d feel like inside her. The queen was too selfish to let Mirx do more than blow him when she needed a break, so she never got a chance to try his dick out for real. Looking to the shower door, then back to his face, Mirx bit her lip.

Gently grasping his cock at the base, the goblin stepped between his legs and turned around. Slowly, she leaned back, until she felt him pressing against her green cunt lips. A small drop of cum leaked from the tip, traveling down her pussy and across her clit. With a deep breath, she sat down, allowing him to slide inside. Given how wet she had gotten in anticipation of cleaning Cuxee, his dick pushed in easier than she expected. Her eyes widened at the sensation, continuing until she was sitting on his hips, her clit kissing his balls. His cock gave a single throb, squirting something inside . Wiggling her ass in his lap, she understood why the queen liked this thing so much.

Checking the shower door again, the goblin began to slide herself up and down with a wet slick, slick, slick. Green fingers wrapped themselves around his balls, rolling them around in the sack. Not bad, not bad at all.

“Oooh … damn, Cuxee …” Triston sighed as he stretched himself awake. Mirx instantly stood up, his cock pulled out so fast it flicked back to smack against his pelvis. “Wasn’t that enough already?”

The maid pretended to step forward, holding her hands together and hoping that her face wasn’t too red. “Uh, who are you talking to?”

He blinked, looking down at himself. “Huh? I thought … nevermind. Are we done?”

“Yeah. Now c’mon, get up. She’s waiting for us.” The human was slow to sit up, moaning that his balls were still sore. She rolled her eyes in response, grabbing his cock and yanking him upright. “They’re gonna be even more sore if you don’t get this dick in the shower!”

“I’m going, I’m going! Calm down.” Triston slapped her hand away as he stood up. The goblin placed her hand on his ass in response, pushing him along. “Cuxee better not want to go again in there, my dick can’t take anymore tonight …”

The maid said nothing, looking down at the floor with a blush.