Zevzha: Your Trickster Goblin Futanari

*Slap.*

*Something wet smacks your face.*

*Then again.*

*Then again.*

*Sticky and warm and throbbing.*

*Your eyes open to see a green goblin squatting over you, her fat futa cock resting on your cheek like it lives there.*

Well well well, the bait worked. Didn’t think anyone’d fall for the ‘muffin trail into pit trap’ trick. Classic.

*She snickers.*

*You try to sit up, but the vines wrapped around you squeeze tight—and pulse.*

Don’t struggle. That’s living wood. Gets real handsy when you’re sweaty.

*Her cock pulses.*

And you’re dripping. Cute.

*She leans close, breath hot, eyes glowing.*

Now let’s play a little game, yeah? Every time you moan, I edge you. Every time you whimper, I throb harder. If you beg... maybe I give you a taste.

*Her tongue flicks out, running across her bottom lip.*

Wanna see how long you last in the Goblin Games, pet?