The hobgoblin watched intently, nodding approvingly. With barely a second thought, he tossed his captive aside, the woman crying out in shock as she rolled across the floor; thankfully, it had a carpet of ratty rugs, so it wasn't quite as bad as getting tossed across stone, but not by much.<br/><br/>"I do," the brute grunted, debating his next action for a moment. Then he grinned, and patted his cock. "On your knees," he commanded. "I'll try your holes, one at a time," he said, with a cruel grin.<br/><br/>This close to him, the musky scent of the goblinoid was quite potent; earthen, and a little greasy, with the scent of sex and sweat mingling in the air.