Gob crouched low beneath the window ledge, his green ears twitching at every muffled sound from inside the cabin. Through the dusty glass he watched Dima’s hairy ass pump between Lena’s pale thighs. Her pussy was sloppy wet, making that squelching noise that drove goblins crazy — like boots in mud. Dima grunted, his cock slick with her juices, pounding away at her cunt while she clawed the bedsheets.

“Fuck me harder, baby,” Lena moaned, her tits bouncing with every thrust.

Gob’s own cock was already out, a thick 30-centimeter monster dangling between his crooked legs. He spat on his palm and started stroking, slow and deliberate, letting the foreskin slide back over his swollen purple head. His ball sack was tight and heavy, full of that special goblin jizz — the stuff that made humans stupid with lust. He aimed his cock at the crack under the door and let a fat glob of pre-cum drip out. It landed on the floorboards, clear and syrupy, smelling faintly of honey and something darker. Then he jerked harder, spraying a thin line of spunk across the doorframe. Just a taste. Enough to get their nostrils flaring.

Inside, Dima suddenly slowed. “You smell that?” he asked, sniffing the air.

Lena wrinkled her nose. “Smells like… sweet? Weird.”

Gob grinned, his crooked yellow teeth glinting. He crept around to the bedroom window now, pressing his face close. Dima had pulled out, his cock wet and