(Sequel to another story I decided to write earlier. check my profile.)
The goblins of Redwood laughed and chattered in their indistinguishable tongue as they worked. Hand over lingering hand to deliver the former prince to his new home. Luxurious furs and blankets lined the floor, scattered with pillows. Dozens of goblins looked hungrily over the sleeping beauty in their hands, still stained with the mud and cum from before. His cock flaccid and his rear entrance still spasming from the orc chief’s intrusion. With a clap of the hands, Zaal had Nikolo stripped. Goblin males and females went to work cleaning him up and binding his hands. They painted his face with makeup and his lips shone a ruby red. His chest was bound in such a way as to make the remaining muscles of the soft and lazy prince point out like small perky breasts. His wounds were tended with healing salves, especially his throbbing star.