Chapter 6

The goblin face-fucking you suddenly pulls his cock from your mouth. The release is only temporary as he quickly pushes it against your lips while stroking it with one hand, and gripping your throat with the other. You sadly understand the signal he is giving you, and between gasps and tears you gently open your mouth. As soon as you do the goblin let's out a loud cry and viscous white cum shoots out of his monstrous cock and into your awaiting mouth. The **** with which it fills your throat causes you to cough and turn your head, but the goblins grip on you stops you from escaping. More thick ropes of sticky hot cum land on your face, and you instinctively swallow against the coughing which sends much of the goblin jizz down your throat. The taste is not as bad as you'd expected, though, having a slight metallic taste but mostly a mix of sweet and salty. You try to banish the thought from your mind.

Perhaps at the vision of a young elf getting a hot facial is enough to push the other turn goblins over the edge as they both grunt and moan in orgasm. The goblin inside of you pulls your legs close and sends his cum as deep as he can. The warmth would be a boon if not for the vile source of it. The other goblin strokes his hard cock over your chest, coating your perky breasts and nipples in an shockingly large amount of cum.

Just as with the first goblin that **** you, these three pause to observe their handiwork before skulking away back into the shadows. Despite being unbound, you still cannot gather the strength to move. You lay there, goblin cum covering most of your body and dripping out of your now red pussy.

Thoughts of your village and the ritual run through your mind. Do they know this is what happens to the young elven girls they send down here? Was all the training a ruse? No. You have fought and lived with everyone in that village and they are still good people. If this is how they are protected, then it is your duty and honor to do it. You cling to this thought like a dying-flame, to be cherished. For if you don't have this one resolve, then you have nothing.

You gather yourself and stand up. Your leather chest-piece is torn and useless, your satchel of rations and water is gone likely stolen by the goblins, and this room is entirely empty. You have to push forward, perhaps find supplies, food, water, anything. You take slow labored steps towards the only other passage in the chamber, building up as much courage as you can as you descend down the dark stairway.