Caught at the Last Second

You run straight and true toward the camp, but the clack of his weapon and whooshing of its projectile signals your defeat. Some kind of heavy, sticky wad splatters into the back of your leg and becomes taught, jerking you to the ground. You struggle in vain as the surprisingly strong goblin pulls you to him.

"Synthetic spiderweb. You like it?" He whispers and casually blocks the kicking of your free leg and grabs it, using the globby rope to bind your legs together. "I hear dark elves love to be tied up with this shit." He licks his lips and turns you over, pinning your arms to your back with another sharp shot from the web shooter as he gets his cock out. You hear him spit and rub his saliva around his cock. "Now you be a good girl and take your punishment." With that, his hard meat pokes the entrance of your exposed pussy and presses down hard until his entire rod shoves into you.

You yelp as he starts thrusting, and he shoves your face into the dirt so your nostrils are blocked. "You wanna breathe? Ahhh... You gotta behave." Your pulse pounds as a foul feeling builds up in your throat while he violates your body until he finally pulls your head up by the hair, causing you to sputter for air. "There, see? Feels better when you submit, doesn't it?" He grab your firm naked hips and starts fucking you harder.

There's no way out of this. The campfire dims in the distance as the elves sing away, oblivious to the sound of this goblin's vile green cock pounding your helpless pussy, and your limbs refuse to move in the sticky globs of web that hold you down. The stout green man hisses and groans in satisfaction as his thrusting suddenly stops, filling your defenseless human womb with his goblin sperm.

He stays attached, throbbing deep inside of you until every last drop is out. He pulls out and cuts the web off of your quivering legs before pulling you to your feet and slapping your defiled ass, "Alright bitch, get out of here. You've earned your freedom." You stumble toward the elven camp and hear the bold one taunt his returning cohorts, "Too late motherfuckers, I got her all to myself." He cackles as you fall over into the light of the camp and hear the elves stir and rush too late to your aid.

You wake up to the song of birds chirping around your cabin, wrapped in elven silk and presided over by Oron, who snuffs his pipe as he sees you wake. He tries to comfort you and apologizes profusely for not being there to help. He has learned of the presence of a gang of goblin bandits somewhere around the mountains, but has just now been able to track them down and root them out. It's little consolation at this point, as your body has already been used by the one, so you thank and dismiss Oron and try to rest off your ordeal.

You have pulse-pounding dreams of being caught in a giant web, the bold goblin thrusting into you and inflating your belly with his young. You wake up sweating in the cold mountain air and wonder, is it really over? Are those goblins really gone?

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