Mina's elbows buckled as her head was forced down, until soon she was gripping the seat of the second kobold's chair.  His cock-head nudged her lips, quickly passing through the gasp of surprise to fill her mouth.  The heated panting that she was making was suddenly muffled as the thrusts from behind pushed her forward onto the other massive phallus.<br/><br/>He tasted - musky, along with the expected salt of skin.  It was a taste she couldn't describe, but the magic drink she'd had earlier, combined with the arousal of the entire poker game had muddled her enough that didn't find it unpleasant in the least.<br/><br/><em>He wants you to suck him.</em>Mourn's words floated to the surface, prompting her to do just that.  She was no expert - no seasoned whore - but she was definitely trying her best as her mouth stretched around the thick shaft, and her tongue wriggled around the ridges and veins that writhed along its surface.