Accept your life as a goblin pleasure

Your will to resist the demands of the goblin leader has broken down. The thought of spending your life as a **** to his lusts is horrifying, but your darkest fear is facing the fate of your village. You would rather devote yourself to serving this ugly creature than die and become the meal of some undead nightmare. At least the goblins can offer you some safety.

"I would be happy to please you," you say to the goblin leader submissively and then add, "master."

The goblin grins.

"I will not be cruel wo-man," he says. "If you please me you will be treated as one of my wives."

The goblin leader pulls your mouth to his cock and you suck him again, licking and stroking him and even moaning when he pumps his beastly sperm into your mouth. When you have licked him clean he allows you to dress, although he forces you to leave your large breasts exposed, eplaining this is the way of slaves and wives. He marks you with his family symbol and leads you out of the barn. The smaller goblins argue with him that he has claimed you as his property.

From the burned village the goblins travel for many days to the great goblin village of Gimlesh Ziglig. The goblin leader tells you that his name is Glaw and each night he takes you beneath his blanket and lies atop you.

As Glaw enters you he whispers in his language, thrusting in and out of your pussy until he stiffens and explodes into your fertile womb. Some nights he asks you to suck him then, drawing a second tangy load from his pink-headed cock or simply cleaning him with your tongue as he enjoys.

Some nights he lifts up your legs and thrusts his cock into your tight asshole. The first time it surprises you and is painful, but soon you become used to the feeling of Glaw's cock pumping between your cheeks until he empties his yellow spunk into your bowels.

As you near Gimlesh Ziglig you become sick and Glaw tells you that it is the heaviness of a litter. The thought that he has made you pregnant is terrifying, but also thrilling.

The village of Gimlesh Ziglig is a log-walled settlement of several hundred families. Glaw is what a human might consider a lord or noble, and his holdings include several huts with thatched roofs. His many wives are as ugly as he, though they have exposed, pendulous breasts and dark green nipples that are long from suckling their litters. They are all much smaller than you, some only half as big, and they obviously dislike you.

Glaw shouts at them in his language and you are given a hut to share with his wife, Reeca. She is a fat thing, but she is the nicest of all the wives to you.

Glaw visits you often, preferring the pleasures you give him to the touch of his wives. As your belly grows soft with surprising speed he takes to fucking you from behind or settling from one of your expert blowjobs. Occasionally he asks you to share the bed with Reeca and at his urging you drink the milk from her sagging bosom or allow her to squat above you so you can lick at the musky slit of her pussy. You become quite skilled at this in time, coming to enjoy the warmth of her on your face, the way she squirms, and the distinctive taste of her juice as she cums against your tongue.

Of course, Reeca always refuses to return the favor, claiming humans stink. Glaw is a bit more adventurous. He sometimes has too much goat wine and sends his long, goblin tongue slithering into your pussy or up and down the crack of your ass. On those nights you reward him with extra attention from your own mouth, sometimes stroking him onto your face so that he can see his seed squirt out across your human features.

When you displease him he bends you over a table and swats your increasingly plump ass with a switch. It stings and leaves red marks, but he never does worse. Even when he catches you drinking the goat wine he finishes his lashing by sliding his thick goblin cock into your wet pussy.

He thrusts against your tender ass cheeks and holds your hips, admiring your creamy flesh and growing plumpness of your figure. You beg for him to fuck you harder and you orgasm around him as he erupts into your sloshing snatch. When he withdraws a thin trickle of the hot cum spills down your clit and drips onto the dirt floor of the hut.

Eventually you grow so fat that he cannot stand to fuck you. At first you feel hurt by his disfavor, but he explains that it is not your appearance, but rather that you are near to birthing. You convince him that even still you would at least like to pleasure him and he allows you to suck the sperm from his cock on several nights.

At last the day arrives and seven mewling green pups squeeze from your body. It is painful, true, but they are smaller than human tots and Reeca remarks jealously how easy the birth must be with your pink human cunt. she also calls the babies ugly, which makes you quite mad, for though they are certainly green they are also half-human and their tiny faces do resemble your own.

Glaw gives you time to adjust to your new life as brood mother, caring for the half-goblins as your breasts become huge and heavy with milk. Your nipples stretch and grow as you had feared and though you don't have the saggy breasts of a goblin you are disappointed as your youth no longer compensates for motherhood.

For many years, this is your life. Pleasing your master, Glaw, tending to your pups (26 in all over the years) and growing to middle-age. Your children are the largest and smartest in the village and though you are a **** Glaw embraces your young as his own sons and daughters.

Though your quest is forgotten and some day the nightmare horde may come to Gimlesh Ziglig, for these many years at least you have found happiness.