Impeccable Taste Pt. 03

"Gllk!" was all she could say upon being double penetrated. Each thrust from Tanvo was matched by Iris pulling out, and as she pushed forward into the welcoming, tight throat, her lust-crazed imp hesitantly withdrew. They seesawed back and forth with a steady rhythm, locked up the goblin between them. Speared completely at one point, her arms and legs hung in the air. Only cocks held her up, just as cock was her purpose for existing. They used the green girl like a sex toy, rapidly reaching yet another peak.

"This feels good," Iris said, grabbing a hold of two tight handfuls of hair, "Using her with you."

Tanvo cackled. "Of course it feels good! Goblins are just sets of holes to use!"

"That's not what I...oh, nevermind. Let's stuff this one full of cum. Both holes plugged means there's nowhere to go. What do you say?"

She saw awareness break through the cockdrunk daze, but it was too late for the goblin to do anything. Both demons enjoyed her as vigorously as they could. Iris even took a moment to rest while Tanvo went fuck-crazy and buried his throbbing cock inside the goblin.

"Cum..." he chanted, his brain snapping in and out with an uncanny irregularity. Whatever the potion had done, it had been at the expense of his higher functions. "Must cum. Must BREED."

With tandem moans, they both came. Spunk gushed into both her holes. Her stomach bulged outwards, making her look like she was about to give birth already. Tanvo felt weak flexing around his shaft to show the poor thing was cumming herself, but the crossed-eye expression made it look like nothing was getting to her at that point. He finished using her body as a cum repository, Iris taking her time withdrawing on her end.

"I think she's had enough," his boss said with a wink. They let her down gently from their dick shish-kebab, thick white seed spilling from both ends of her.

"I think we might have broken her," Tanvo wondered aloud, poking her prominent tummy.

Iris laughed. "She'll be fine. Goblin brains are really easy to overload. Once she gets a good night's sleep she'll be back to her thieving self." They both turned to the crowd. There were plenty of green women who were filled, but there were more who needed seeding.

Tanvo pumped himself up back to full rigidity. The lust potion refilled his semen reserves in mere moments of rest, and despite his body's weariness, his hedonistic mind craved to seed more women. To claim more goblins as his cum-stuffed prizes.

"Now who's next?!"

***

At some point, it ended. Tanvo's whole body ached. He gently pushed off the goblin who had passed out on top of him. She rolled over, belly heavy with spent seed. She looked like an overfilled pastry. If he wasn't incredibly sore, he would have laughed.

"Iris?" he asked, balancing precariously between a whisper and a yell. Half-conscious goblin girl covered the floor in scattered piles. Carefully picking his way through the tangle of limbs, he spotted a fleck of purple underneath a mountain of green bodies. It was her tail, its spaded tip flicking weakly in a familiar way. She couldn't possibly still be orgasming...could she?

Peeling away the goblins proved to be a laborious task too difficult for him to accomplish on his own. He had barely enough energy to remove the few leaning precariously to one side or another on the top, sending them tumbling down the pile. It was her, alright. His boss had a goblin clutched in her arms like a pillow. A very amorous pillow, as closer inspection revealed that Iris' cock embedded inside the green girl. She rocked, gently, in a state of unconsciousness, but was nevertheless still fucking the poor gob in her sleep. Rivulets of thin, watery cum spilled out of her pussy.

"Iris?" he said again, gently shaking her. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up, making the rest of the goblins flop over or roll away with assorted squeaking and grumbling noises.

"Whuh...what the...how long was I out?" she asked. The goblin in her lap was still asleep but still found energy to grind, gently, against the dick inside her.

Tanvo shook his head. "I think it's light outside, but what time it is I have no idea."

With some effort, Iris lifted the goblin off of her dick and let her down gently into the space that she'd previously been occupying. The shortstack curled up and continued her slumber, pussy continuing to drool down her legs.

"What in Hell's Name are we going to do with all of them?" Iris asked. The bar was full of sleeping, creampied goblins. It would be difficult to open for business in this state.

"Help me find my Scroll of Town Portal," suggested the familiar voice of Tika, "We'll be out of your hair in a flash."

The pink haired goblin was in a better state than her comrades, but that wasn't saying much. At some point, one or both of the demons had fucked her. Her clothes were disheveled, she smelled like the back alley of a sex shop, and her belly was swollen with stored seed. She was upright, at least, leaning most of her weight on her hammer. At least she didn't look hostile anymore.

They searched the piles for the parchment. Along the way, more of the goblins roused themselves from their cumdrunk stupors. Amidst the sea of yawns, stretching, and waddling over for morning ablutions, Iris found a flattened scroll stuck to the back of one of the awakened women. It was a little sticky, but it looked intact.

"Aha!" Tika snatched it up and unrolled it. The runes on the page flared to life. She tossed the parchment over to the far wall, where she'd originally bust through the door. A swirling oval vortex tore through the fabric of space and time. An ethereal wind howled, sucking in anything lighter than a coin into its ravenous maw. "C'mon girls. Let's go home!"

The gobs shambled to the portal. Some paused to give goodbye smooches to Tanvo, others tried to do the same to Iris' dick before getting shooed away. They entered the vortex one at a time, disappearing from the tavern and arriving gods only knew where. Likely many miles to the south or southwest.

"The miracles of modern magic," Iris said to no one in particular, watching the last few of the posse disappear past the event horizon. Tika was the last to disappear, waving a farewell before backing up into the portal's mouth. A few seconds later, it closed with a strange popping noise, leaving Tanvo and Iris alone.

"I think we should take a half day, get this stuff cleaned up," Tanvo suggested. Iris had no objections. It would take a while to do even the most basic repairs. And the cost! She shuddered to think about what it'd take to replace all her windows so they weren't swimming in sand the next storm season.

They began the task of clearing out the broken furniture first, forming a pile of wood outside. But as they lifted up the shattered remains of a long table, they discovered a large linen sack closed up with cord. Iris tried lifting it up, but was surprised with just how much heft the bag had. She shook it. The rolling clink of dozens of coins sounded like music to her ears

"Unholy shit!" Iris said. Plopping the bag on the bar, she undid the cord. There had to have been hundreds of gold and silver pieces inside! "This had to have been their haul from all the raiding they did...this is enough to build a whole new tavern!"

Tanvo leapt up on a barstool to get a better look. His eyes got enormous at the sight. "You think we should give it back?"

The demoness laughed. "Hell no! They stole this from caravans and travellers in the first place. The way I see it, this is payment for services rendered. Besides," she gripped her aching cock, "If they want to come back for it, they're more than welcome to. I'm always in the mood for more cream pie!"