Skullcrusher looms over me, his grotesque form bathed in the dim glow of the firelight. His warty, greenish skin glistens with sweat, and his massive frame casts a menacing shadow across the bed. The ridges on his muscular arms ripple as he folds them across his broad chest, his jagged teeth flashing in a smug grin. His sharp, predatory eyes glint with sadistic amusement, and his thick, clawed fingers drum on his forearm.
His voice is a deep, guttural growl as he sneers at me, "Since you've been such a willing cumslut, I will leave you to my horde if your friend services me."
The other goblins behind him shift eagerly, their smaller, wiry frames and gnarled features dwarfed by Skullcrusher's hulking presence.
My throat tightens, and I stammer, "But... I did this, so you'd leave her alone." My voice is laced with desperation, hoping to appeal to his sense of honor, if he has any.
"No one promised that," he growls, his arrogant smirk growing wider. "You offered yourself, so now prepare for the wildest fucking of your life." He moves in closer, his rancid stench filling my senses as his razor-sharp fangs glisten in the dim light. "But since you've proved to be our top whore, I'll only demand she tongue bathe me and suck me off until my seed stops flowing. Or if you'd prefer," he snarls, his tone laced with malice, "I can pound every single hole of yours until the sun rises and sets again."
I flinch, my gaze drawn to his monster cock, which is already at attention. How the hell can he be erect again in mere seconds? Supernatural stamina? Magic? Drugs? He's far too big—more than I can ever endure again. The others, twisted and vile as they are, are smaller and more manageable.
But Esme... My stomach turns as the thought occurs. She is a virgin. But it's just a blowjob, right? Perhaps she can handle it. Shame washes over me instantly, and just thinking about it makes me feel like the worst kind of friend.
"I..." I start, my voice trembling.
"I'll do it!" Esme shouts from across the room.
"Esme, no," I plead, my voice cracking. "You don't have to do this. I'll—"
"Keira, stop," she interrupts firmly. "You've done enough. Let me take this one. Please."
Skullcrusher lets out a low chuckle. "How touching," he sneers. "The virgin offering herself. Don't worry, little one. I'll be gentle." His tone is mocking, dripping with wicked amusement.
I feel sick as he strides towards Esme. My body screams at me to move, to stop him, but my limbs are heavy, unresponsive. Every part of me aches, exhaustion seeping into my bones. I'm spent—broken. Another round with him would tear me apart.
Staying silent, I feel the crushing weight of my failure. I'm letting her down, and I know it. Guilt claws at my insides, but I'm too weak to act. Too weak to protect her. Too weak to be the friend she deserves.
Skullcrusher unties her hands with a rough tug, the ropes falling to the ground. Esme hesitates for a moment, her body trembling, before she sinks to her knees before him, her courage wavering. Her hands hover uncertainly, shaking as they inch toward his mammoth cock.
My heart feels like it's being crushed in my chest as I watch the flicker of fear in her eyes. She's trying to be brave, to mask her dread, but it's clear how deeply this is affecting her.
Skullcrusher grins, relishing not just the act but also her visible struggle. "That's it," he growls, his tone sarcastic. "Be a good little girl."
Esme opens her mouth wide, suckling on the tip of his cock, her eyes darting to mine. She gags and struggles not to vomit, her body trembling, but she does not stop, taking him in, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, which was just moments ago deep in my ass.
I want to scream, to stop this, but my voice dies in my throat. My hands clench into fists as I force myself to watch, because looking away feels like I would be abandoning her completely.
The other goblins inch closer, their twisted, hideous forms moving with an eagerness that sends chills down my spine. Their gleaming eyes burn with desire as they form a suffocating circle around me, cutting off my view of Esme and Skullcrusher completely. Their leering grins drip with malicious anticipation, and the reality of my situation crashes over me like a tidal wave. I'm about to become their fuck toy with three holes ready to be used for their pleasure.
The rancid stench of their unwashed bodies invades my senses, mixed with that strange, smoky acridness lingering from the fire. It clings to the air around them and my skin, seeping inside until I can't think. My body betrays me as the burning spreads from my core, a pulsing need gripping me. Fear dissolves into a haze of instinct, my thoughts of Esme slipping away. All that's left is the primal, maddening desire to be bred.
Their throbbing, rigid, aching members stick out lustfully as they look at me with starvation in their eyes. I can almost feel their primal craving for my body oozing through every pore. Suddenly, I'm engulfed in a frenzy of hands squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, stroking my thighs, touching every inch of my skin. Their hot breath tickles my neck as they nip and suck on it, leaving savage tooth marks that arouse me even more. The cave is filled with the sounds of their ferocious grunts and animalistic growls as they feast on my flesh.
One goblin pulls me onto his lap, his penis hard and ready, and as I sit, my walls enveloping his length in wet heat. As the goblin's iron-hard cock plunges into my dripping cunt, I grind my plump tits against its chest. Another goblin sneaks behind me and thrusts his swollen flesh into my puckered asshole.
The sensation is overwhelming, and I can't help but moan, my voice mingling with their lustful grunts as they savagely abuse my sinful holes. I move with them, riding them like a cock-hungry nympho, my body trembling with each thrust.
Another goblin, his penis stinking of musk, presses it against my lips, and lust drives me to open my mouth wide, eager to take him in, my tongue swirling and sucking his shaft.
While I pleasure one goblin orally, others alternately fuck my pussy and ass, their thick shafts sliding in and out, stretching me and filling me with both pleasure and pain. I moan and whimper with each thrust, my body eager to please, my holes welcoming their cocks as I serve their animalistic needs.
Some are already covered in my fluids, and I clean them with my tongue, making my mouth a wet haven for their sick pleasure. I take penis after penis into my mouth, sucking and licking, my tongue swirling and teasing their shafts to get them wet and ready for penetration.
Their rough hands grip my body, their thick cocks pounding into my holes, their grunts and growls drowning out my screams of pleasure. They spank my ass, causing deep red welts and bruises, and slap my swollen breasts with such force that tears spring to my eyes. The goblins' rugged possession rocks my entire being, awakening my filthiest desires and submerging me in a sea of unleashed ecstasy.
My pussy aches as they pound their stiff dicks into me, my mouth sore and drooling from the force of each deep thrust into my throat. I can feel every inch stretching me to my limits, but I crave more—I want to be filled and fucked until I can't walk for days.
At one point, the goblins shift slightly, and I catch a glimpse of Esme. My stomach twists with a mixture of concern and arousal as I see Skullcrusher pounding into her mouth, his massive form towering over her small frame.
Her pupils are dilated, her hazy gaze fixed on him as she gulps down his entire length, her mouth working around his thick shaft as if instinct had taken over completely. This isn't the Esme I know—the shy, reserved girl who's never been touched by anyone.
My body betrays me as a flush of heat courses through me, and I can't stop staring. Before I can fully process what's happening, the goblins around me shift again, their rough hands nudging and pushing me to the side. My heart pounds as I'm desperate for another glimpse, but the goblins quickly block my view.
They lay me out on my back like a dirty rag doll, pumping my greedy pussy with their bulging cocks in unending succession. With each thrust, I exclaim in pleasure as my slick juices drip down onto the straw. Meanwhile, I eagerly suck and slurp on their swollen manhoods, my tongue swirling around the sensitive heads and savoring every drop of cum that leaks from the throbbing tips.
Goblins jack off all around me. Some stroke their cocks slowly, teasing themselves while waiting their turn, while others pump their shafts with urgency, their eyes fixed on the action as others destroy my holes with their relentless pounding. In the dimly lit cave, I succumb to becoming nothing more than a breeding whore, a vessel for their hot loads.
While one goblin pulls out my gushing cunt, the others eagerly smear the thick ropes of cum across my heaving breasts and swelling stomach, working their way down to my clenching pussy and even shoving their dirty fingers deep inside me, filling my insides with their hot seed.
I reach between my legs and feel the slick wetness of their cum, my fingers sliding through a mixture of my juices and their seed. I want to cram every drop of their nasty essence inside me, and my body craves the sensation of bursting with fertile cum. The goblins grin, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction, as they watch me touch myself, my fingers exploring my cum-filled pussy. They know I'm theirs to use and abuse, my holes always ready to serve their needs.
After hours of relentlessly plunging into me, the goblins are spent and drained from their rough fucking. My entire being has been ravaged, my every hole invaded and filled with their warm, sticky seed. My stomach is full of their rotten fluids, and my body is covered with their thick cum. As I lie there, my body trembling, my holes aching from the brutal assault, my mind is a swirling haze of pain and pleasure.
The goblins' grunts and growls fade into the background as they retreat to sleep, their heavy breathing and snoring filling the cave—a chorus of satisfied beasts.
I feel violated, used, and ashamed, but there's this strange satisfaction, like a part of me is alive and buzzing in ways I don't understand. Then, it's like a fog lifts, and my thoughts clear for the first time. Esme!
Shit. I sit up, my body screaming in protest, and frantically look around. My chest tightens when I see her slumped against a jagged stalagmite, her arms wrapped around her knees. She looks so small, so broken. Tears streak down her face, and her eyes are red and puffy, staring blankly like she's not even here anymore.
"Esme," I croak, dragging myself toward her. My whole body feels like it's been run over, but I don't care.
I reach out and gently shake her shoulder, whispering her name again. "Esme, it's me. Are you okay?"
Her glassy eyes focus on me, and for a moment, she says nothing. Then her lips tremble as she whispers, "Keira, he… he told me… Skullcrusher said that tomorrow I'll take your place. That they'll breed me, just like they did to you." Her voice breaks, and she starts to shake. "Oh, Keira, I can't… I just can't."
Her hand trembles as she reaches into the straw beside her, pulling out a jagged, rusted knife. Tears streak her face as she thrusts it toward me, her voice rising into a desperate plea. "Please, just kill me. I can't endure what you did. I'd rather die."
My breath catches in my throat, the weight of her words crushing me. Carefully, I reach out and take the knife from her trembling hand, placing it on the ground where she can't reach it. "I won't let them," I murmur, gripping her shoulder. "I promise you, Esme. I won't let them touch you."
A low, guttural growl suddenly echoes through the cave, reverberating off the walls like thunder. We both jump, my heart racing as I clutch at Esme's arm. My eyes dart around the dim cave, scanning for any movement, every shadow looking like a lurking goblin. But none of them stir, and the silence that follows feels even heavier.
I pull Esme closer, our faces inches apart, my voice dropping to a whisper. "We're getting out of here. Now."
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TO BE CONTINUED...
