Rub Gob Revelations

The Knights had ran off the goblin village but a familiar mouth had been spared. Chatting in a aloof and friendly manner, Darbie the "RubGob" pleaded for her life. Next to her was an exceptionally small massage parlor, and a curious man sized box with a cushioned hole in the side.

Grumbling amongst themselves they were to decide the fate of the detained Goblins. A handful survived the assault but with gnashing teeth and vengeful heart they were tossed in the ravine. 

Darbie, on the other hand made her own case.

"Yo'n know me I've had you in me!"

The knights looked at each other, perplexed.

"Covered n' armor don't got me fooled! I've sucked & fucked your cocks!"

The commander split his faltering ranks and stepped up to Darbie, unconvinced.

"We kill creatures like you. My men would never stoop to be provided fellatio by your likeness!"

Darbie wiggled her fat tits around laughing at the mans argument.

"They never stoop! I'm short! You've all had me at the fair! Paid rent for my rub parlor space ere! Sent me kids off across the land in their own cart, with a mule!"

The commander clenched his fist around his blade handle, ready to cut this lewd doubt seeding goblin asunder for her lies.

"Impossible! No goblin, enslaved or tamed is allowed at the regional fair. I shall split that smug face of yours!"

With a swift draw he raised his sword high, only to feel it held back by his men, all desperately calling for and end to the violence.

"Sir! Commander wait! The glory hole! It's really the one she claims! Don't do it! Sir!"

He strained against the group, eyes bulging, rage boiling.

"I will flay this snake mouthed monster for all of you fools!"

The squad squire came out from around the back of the tent with a stoic and unreadable look on his face.

"Commander, I read the graffio on the sides...This glory hole is in fact, the regular pleasure facility at the fair every season. There are crude love letters cut into the sides by some of our men, praising the mystery operators... holes."

Knocking his subordinates to the ground the commander seethed to the group eyes glossing over projecting to his disillusioned troops.

"I myself have received service at our HUMAN staffed glory hole last season! It was amazing! I would know if some sharp toothed village slag like this snuck into our ranks! I will-"

His rant was suddenly cut short by wet slopping sounds. 

In what the onlookers would later call whore magic, Darbie slipped the commanders dick right out of his codpiece and down her throat, with nothing more than her mouth. Hands still bound behind her. Tears filled his eyes as the physical memories of the warm summer fairgrounds returned to him. The love letter carved into the side of the box, was his.

"No! How!"

Darbie sloshed the commanders engorged dick out of her mouth. Dribbling his precum out onto her breasts with a broad smile.

"I file my teeth down dummy!"