Trent climbed onto the hard, straw-strewn mattress, hovering over the plump, green ass of the goblin. She lay still with her ass up and her face down, buried into her arms. Trent stroked his cock while enjoying the salivating view. He wondered how Olaf was fairing outside and the goblin's family as well. Surely, when he starts pounding her, it would alert everyone. But Trent cared less; breeding his first goblin was all that mattered.
Trent edged nearer to her pussy. Whether it was wet or not, that didn't concern Trent; he was fucking either way—her pussy would yield later on. It had happened to the fairy, it could happen once again.
Positioning himself over the goblin with his cock fully erect, Trent lined up her entrance with his arm-sized cock. The sight of her plump, green ass raised in submission only fueled his desire. And the visage of her still in the sparse clothing was more driving.