You give in, wrap your lips around the kobold cock in front of you and start to suck the ratman off.
It's a thrill. It feels wonderful and you can deny it no longer.
The kobolds work as a pack. The one below you, the one you were wrestled on to, cums. The beastman's sperm soaks into your pussy.
It's with a practiced grace that he is able to wiggle out from between your knees and a replacement kobold slides into place under you.
There's something about the smell of the kobolds' dicks that seems to fire up your animal lust. It's over-powering. All you want to do is ride the pack.
Another kobold cums over you. You hadn't even turned your mouth onto him yet - your lips still hungrily lapping around their first ever cock - he had been standing beside you, stroking his shaft with this clawed fingers.
Your pussy throbs with heat, and lust, and pleasure, and desire, and animal instinct, and sex, and greed, and wild abandon and power. The second kobold between your knees cums.
You finally manage to suck the kobold off. His dick quivers in your inexperienced mouth and blasts a thick ooze of white goo into your throat.
Gasping for air, gasping in pleasure and surprise as the cum trickles down your throat you roll on to your back, parting your legs.
The kobold pack fucks you in turns and in pairs. One's always high up, sitting just above your breasts with his penis angled down for you to lap at. Another's always between your legs.
After a while... long after you've lost track of time or care to think about time at all... you notice that the headdress kobold is chanting.
... and perhaps this is a bad thing because the others are beginning to stop and slink away.
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