Follow the goblin

Alice hesitated, her chest tight. (He’s being reckless… but maybe he’s right. The goblin looks harmless enough. I mean, it’s not attacking us.) She glanced at Yamaba, whose glare could’ve burned through steel. “I… I say we listen. If it’s a trick, we can handle one goblin, right?”

Yamaba turned her eyes on Alice, molten and unreadable, then slowly looked away. The silence that followed was heavy enough to smother sound.

“Good!” the goblin said brightly, tail flicking. “Very good! Come, friends. You see? Fangspire not all bad. We trade, we talk. Come, follow!”

It gestured down a narrow passage, the air thick with the smell of damp earth. Leo gave a satisfied nod and started forward. Jolie followed, humming a tune under her breath. Alice trailed after them, trying to convince herself the knot in her stomach was just nerves.

Behind them, Yamaba lingered her spirit flames dimming to cold embers. She took one last look at the goblin before following, her jaw clenched so tight her teeth ached.

The tunnels wound deeper. The goblin walked ahead with an easy bounce, every few steps glancing back with its too-wide smile. The air grew heavier, filled with smoke and a strange sweet tang that made Alice’s head feel funny.

(Weird… I feel warm all of a sudden. Did someone light more torches?)

The goblin slowed near a bend in the path. “Tired?” it asked, tilting its head, eyes bright and guileless. “You look pale, miss. Drink?”

Alice blinked as the creature held out a metal canteen. “Oh. Uh… thanks?”

Yamaba’s voice cracked like a whip. “Don’t!”

But it was too late. Alice had already raised it to her lips. The liquid was oddly sweet honey and floral before the taste turned sharp, Her vision blurred for a second, the walls rippling.

“Hmm,” the goblin said softly, its grin sharpening almost imperceptibly. “Strong, yes? Good medicine for nerves.”

Alice swayed, shaking her head. “I’m… fine,” she murmured, pressing her palm against the wall. (Just dizzy. It’s fine. Probably… fine.)

Yamaba strode up, snatching the canteen from the goblin’s hands. The flames around her flared higher, casting her face in ghostly blue light. “What did you give her?”

The goblin blinked innocently, tail curling around its ankle. “Only herbs. Calm heart, ease fear. She looked scared.”

“Poison her, you mean,” Yamaba hissed.

Leo stepped between them, his tone dismissive. “Enough. If the goblin wanted to betray us, it had plenty of chances already. We’re wasting time.”

Yamaba’s stare lingered on the goblin for a long, moment before she turned away, muttering under her breath in a language Alice didn’t know.

By the time they reached the wooden bridge spanning a shallow pit, the air had grown stifling. Yamaba’s tension radiated off her in waves.

The goblin chirped cheerfully, “Almost there! Our home ahead just cross bridge!”

Yamaba halted. “wait this is-”

Her warning broke off with a snap. The board beneath her shattered, and she dropped to one knee with a strangled cry. spikes gleamed below one punched through her leg before she could twist away. Blood splashed dark across the planks.

“Yamaba!” Alice stumbled forward, still dizzy, dragging her sword behind her.

The goblin shrieked theatrically, flailing its arms. “Bad trap! Rival clan do this! They hate us! I warned them to fix bridge!”

It darted closer, rummaging through its satchel. “Here medicine! For pain! Don’t heal her, please poison on spikes! Healing magic spreads poison faster!”

Leo knelt beside Yamaba, scanning the wound. “Poisoned?” He looked to Alice, who still wavered on her feet. “He might be right. We’ll follow his lead.”

The goblin **** the liquid down Yamaba's throat before she could object.

Yamaba gagged as the liquid hit her tongue, jerking her head away but some of it still went down. The goblin looked satisfied, tail flicking once before stepping back with its best impression of concern.

“There,” it said soothingly. “Pain go soon. Just rest.”

Yamaba’s spirit flames sputtered, their glow flickering unevenly as she slumped against Leo’s arm. Her breath came ragged, her molten eyes dimming to a softer, glassy amber. “You fucking idiot…” she hissed weakly.

Leo silenced her with a stern look. “Save it. We’ll get you to safety first. Alice, keep your sword ready.”

Alice tried to respond, but her tongue felt thick. The cave air clung to her skin, damp and strangely sweet. Alice's nipples were rock hard against the inside of her breastplate, and she could feel her panties soaked through, her heartbeat too loud. Each breath shimmered with heat that shouldn’t have been there.

(Why is it so hot? Why can’t I… focus?)

[System Alert: Status Effect Acquired]

Condition: Goblin Concoction “Warm Smile”

(Also known in less polite circles as “Orc’s concentrated jizz in a Bottle.”)

Type: Chemical / Magical Intoxication

Duration: 12-18 hours (depends on metabolism, mana purity, and sheer willpower good luck with that.)

Severity: Critical

Symptoms:

Elevated heart rate and core temperature.

Impaired focus; all logic and reasoning rerouted directly into the pelvis.

Heightened tactile sensitivity congratulations, everything now feels sinful.

Loss of threat discrimination; you will assume everyone’s “probably friendly.”

Additional Effects:

Temporary Resistance to Pain because why feel pain when you can feel pleasure, right~?

Mild Mana Amplification channeling magic may feel really good. Try not to moan.

Libido Surge no explanation needed. You’re welcome.

Cure:

Natural detox (1218 hours). Accelerated by deep rest, high mana output, or a strong cold shock to the system.

Warning: Healing magic only worsens absorption. Don’t even think about it.

“So you drank the glowing mystery juice from the sketchy cave gremlin, huh? Brilliant move, my champion of caution. Don’t worry you’ll survive. Probably. And if not, well, at least you’ll go out smiling.”

Alice’s eyes flicked over the text, unfocused. The glowing letters danced and smeared across her vision like fireflies.

(What… is this?)

She squints, trying to make sense of the lines, but her breath comes hot and shallow. The words won’t stay still. Her fingers swipe the alert aside in irritation, dismissing it before she can process a single word.

The goblin led them onward, whistling a tune that echoed down the tunnel. The walls glowed with blue and green paint, swirling in dizzying patterns that seemed to pulse with each step. Alice’s vision rippled her balance faltered. Yamaba’s soft groan behind her made the heat spike in her chest.

“Keep moving,” Leo muttered, tightening his grip on the necromancer’s arm.

Yamaba was panting and mewling behind him, her skin feverish, her breathing uneven. Her spirit flames had dimmed entirely now and her expression was unfocused yamaba clenched her jaw, fighting to stay lucid.

The goblin slowed, glancing back. “You two look tired. The medicine works fast. Don’t worry it makes blood rush, keeps heart strong.”

Alice blinked hard. The world pulsed in rhythm with her pulse, every color too bright, every sound too sharp. the buzzing, throbbing, itch deep in her cunt and throbbing cock that refused to fade seemed to intensify with every step.

she tried to respond, but her tongue felt thick. The cave air clung to her skin, damp and strangely sweet. her nipples were rock hard against the inside of her breastplate, and she could feel her panties soaked through, her heartbeat too loud. Each breath shimmered with heat that shouldn’t have been there.

(Why is it so hot? Why can’t I… focus?)

The walls glowed with blue and green paint, swirling in dizzying patterns that seemed to pulse with each step. Alice’s vision rippled; her balance faltered. Yamaba’s soft groan behind her made the heat spike in her chest.

“Keep moving,” Leo muttered, tightening his grip on the necromancer’s arm.

Yamaba was panting and mewling behind him, her skin feverish, her breathing uneven.

(What… was in that drink?)

Alice frowned, stepping closer. “She’s burning up. That can’t be just the poison…”

Jolie, walking ahead, waved a hand lazily. “It’s fine the gob said it’s a reaction to the antidote! Probably just, like, detox right?”

Alice’s vision swam again as a wave of arousal rolled through her. She stumbled, catching herself against the wall. (Something's wrong with me?)

By the time the tunnel opened up, the heat had sunk deep into her bones.

The goblin village was nothing like she expected not a nest of filth and savagery, but a living, community. Houses carved into the rock glowed with shifting bioluminescent murals. Thick roots dangled from the ceiling like chandeliers, glimmering with blue fungus. Dozens of goblins bustled about cooking, trading, laughing. Children darted between market stalls painted in spiraling tribal patterns. The whole place shimmered like a dream, alive with soft color and gentle music from unseen instruments.

(Beautiful… It’s actually… beautiful.)

Alice didn’t realize she’d whispered it aloud.

The goblin leading them turned, its grin sharp in the dim light. “Yes,” it said smoothly, voice suddenly more precise. “Beautiful, isn’t it? Welcome to Brightburrow.”

A cluster of goblin children spotted the newcomers first. Wide-eyed and barefoot, they froze mid-play, clutching their carved wooden toys. Then one of the smallesta little green-skinned girl with a tufted tail and a necklace of bonespointed straight at Alice and Jolie.

“New mommies!” she squeaked, her voice bright with excitement.

The others joined in at once, a chorus of giggling chatter:

“New mommies! Pretty mommies!”

“Look! The red hair one looks cute!”

Alice blinked at them, confused, heart thudding faster. The words seemed to echo far too loudly in her head. (Mommies? What… what are they talking about?)

Before she could react, two guards stepped forward, scooping up the children with sharp gestures and hushing tones. “Enough!” one barked, forcing a grin toward Alice and Jolie. “They don’t know what they say. Just silly little ones, eh?”

The children were quickly ushered away, still whispering and giggling, their tails swishing behind them. The guards’ smiles didn’t reach their eyes.

Jolie gave a nervous laugh, scratching her head. “Ha… well, that was weird. Cute kids, though.”

Yamaba stirred faintly in Leo’s arms, her eyelids fluttering open. Her gaze drifted over the children, Her lips moved as if to speak, but no sound came. Her trembling hand brushed against Leo’s chest.

Leo didn’t notice. His focus was on the guards' goblins with bone armor and crossbows gleaming faintly in the dim light.

Alice felt lightheaded again, her skin tingling as if every breath was electric. The lust clung to her thoughts, turning even her heartbeat into something hypnotic.

The goblin gestured grandly. “Come. The chieftain will be pleased to meet you. You will stay, rest… and talk.”

Alice nodded numbly, unaware how tightly the goblins had begun to close ranks around them, smiling with too many teeth.

The goblin procession branched at a stone arch marked with pale glyphs.

Two guards stepped forward, their spears crossed.

“Shaman this way,” one rasped, pointing toward a tunnel lined with faint orange fungus. Another gestured to a larger hall lit by soft green fire. “leader’s hall speak, rest, eat.”

Leo’s jaw tightened. “We’ll split for now. Jolie, Alice go with them. Try not to start a war before we get back.” He adjusted his hold on Yamaba, whose weight sagged heavier against him. The necromancer’s fingers twitched as she struggled to stay conscious, her molten eyes dull with fever and pain.

Alice hesitated. “You sure that’s ”

“Go,” Leo said firmly. “We’ll meet you once she’s stable.”

Jolie gave a thumbs-up, utterly oblivious to the tension in the air. “Got it, boss! Diplomatic smiles, no sword swinging. Easy stuff.”

The goblins nodded eagerly, as if delighted by the arrangement.

Two of them beckoned Alice and Jolie toward a side path, their jewelry chiming faintly with every movement. The air in the smaller tunnel shimmered with humidity; faint trails of scent floral, musky, and sweet clung to the walls.

Alice swallowed hard, her throat dry. Each breath seemed to warm her blood a little more. The fever hadn’t faded; it only shifted, crawling under her skin in a way that made her pulse race. (Focus. Just focus. You’re fine… you can walk this off.)

Jolie, meanwhile, was humming again, her wide grin reflecting the flickering glow. “This place is kinda cute, right?”

“Yeah,” Alice muttered faintly. “Real cozy.”

The tunnel widened again, opening into a long cavern lined with stone pillars wrapped in woven cloth. Faintly glowing symbols traced the walls, their light pulsing like a heartbeat. The air was heavy, warm, and scented with sweet smoke that made Alice’s thoughts swim.

At the far end, reclining lazily upon a dais carved from dark stone, sat the goblin who could only be their host.

He was young and tall by goblin standards, lithe rather than squat,

Unlike the others, he did not move with nervous energy. He lounged.

What made Alice pause wasn’t his composure it was the company.

Half a dozen female goblins knelt or reclined around him, their skin shimmering in soft hues of green and blue. They moved sluggishly, almost dreamlike, their eyes glazed as though lost in some fog. One was fanning him slowly with a leaf made of woven reeds. Another traced idle patterns into the stone beside his foot.

They looked… empty. Beautiful, but hollow.

Jolie leaned closer, whispering, “Is this guy, like, their king or something?”

Alice swallowed, her throat dry. “Looks like it.”

The goblin leader’s eyes snapped open the instant they approached. His smile was small, deliberate, and knowing.

“Welcome, travelers,” he said, his voice refined and clear. “I’m honored to greet guests from the surface. We don’t often have visitors who arrive peacefully.”

The guide bowed deeply, tail curling around its ankle. “These two came with others, Great One. The warrior carries a poisoned woman to the shaman.”

The leader’s gaze lingered on Alice for a heartbeat too long. “Ah. Then they’re safe, for now. The shaman’s medicine is… potent.”

Alice fought to steady herself. Her body still thrummed too much heat, too little sense. Her chest rose and fell faster than it should. (Just stay calm. Don’t let him see you’re affected.)

He rose from his seat with casual grace, stepping down from the dais. The air shifted as he moved some kind of faint, invisible presence that pressed lightly against her senses, as if his charisma carried physical weight.

“You must be tired,” he continued smoothly. “My people can offer rest, food, and comfort. Please, sit. We have much to discuss before the night grows old.”

Two of the vacant-eyed goblin women shuffled forward to lay out woven mats. They didn’t speak.

Jolie, ever oblivious, plopped down cheerfully. “Sweet! Dinner with the locals. Guess they’re not all bad, huh?”

Alice hesitated, every instinct screaming something isn’t right. The goblins’s smile didn’t waver, though his gaze kept flicking between her and Jolie, measuring.

“Not all bad,” he echoed softly. “We take care of our own… and of our guests.”

Alice's body burned with a deep, aching need. The goblin's words seemed to stoke the fire in her veins,

She shifted in her seat, trying to find some relief from the building pressure, but there was none to be found. The wetness soaked through her panties, making them cling to her swollen cunt. Every movement was exquisite ****, friction against her pussy lips.

(Need to get out of here...can't think...can't focus on anything but how much I want...need...)

The situation was dire, but rational thought was drowned out by the roar of blood in her ears, the thrum of pure lust echoing through her. She wanted to spread her legs, to touch herself, to find something, anything to fill the aching emptiness inside her. It was all-consuming, this horrible, blinding need.

The leader watched the two women over the flickering light of the hall, fingers steepled beneath his chin. His silent harem shifted slightly behind him.

“You must forgive our strange manners, your surface world teaches that comfort is earned. Down here, comfort is shared. It is the only way a people like ours endure.”

He gestured, and another goblin poured them fresh wine. Alice’s pulse jumped again as she met the leader’s eyes.

“You are strong,” he said to her, voice a low rumble. “It shows in your bearing. The way your body resists, even as it begs for release. You are… fertile. Whole. The kind of woman my people see as salvation.”

Jolie blinked. “fertile? That’s a weird compliment, dude.”

The goblin smiled wider, teeth gleaming like ivory needles. “It is more than compliment. It is truth. You see, our women…” he gestured lightly toward the hollow-eyed harem, “they are beautiful, yes but our world has taken their spark. most cannot create life anymore.”

He stood, walking slowly around the low stone table, his tail swaying lazily behind him. “So, when a healthy woman from the surface finds her way here, we do not call her enemy. We call her a miracle.”

Alice’s breath caught. “A miracle.”

He stopped beside her, close enough that she could feel the faint heat of his breath on her skin. “Yes. One that can restore us. One that can make my clan thrive again. Imagine it your strength, your blood, your beauty woven into the next generation. You would not be a ****, little knight. You would be a mother.”

Alice's need was too great to ignore any longer. Subtly, she snaked a hand under her armor, delving into her soaked panties. She had to be discreet, couldn't let Jolie notice what she was doing. Her fingers found her dick, rubbing her swollen cock. It felt so good it made her dizzy.

Jolie blinked, half-laughing, half-flustered. “Okay, wow. You’re seriously pitching us on the whole ‘join our baby factory’ thing?”

The goblin chuckled, it made Alice’s spine tingle despite herself. “Not a factory. A dynasty. Your names carved into the walls of Brightburrow. You’d never want for food, safety, or touch again.”

His hand hovered over her shoulder but didn’t yet touch. “You would be worshiped, girl. Fed, adorned, protected. Morgroth himself smiles on such unions the strong bringing life to the cunning.”

Alice's breath hitched as she worked her cock frantically. Zaps of pleasure shot through her, making it difficult to sit still. Her hips shifted minutely, rocking in time with the movement.

She tried to speak, but the words tangled. Her thoughts were a haze of heat and half-formed panic. Jolie glanced over at her, brow furrowed, but even she looked flushed, the wine clearly working.

The leader watched them both carefully. “I see it in your eyes,” he murmured. “You feel the pulse of the Warrens already.

Jolie giggled faintly, rubbing her neck. “You’re… kinda intense, mister chief. And, uh, flattering? But that’s a hard pass unless Leo wanted me too.” She laughed awkwardly, though her cheeks flushed.

The leader chuckled lowly. “Ah… loyalty. Admirable.” His eyes shifted back to Alice. “And you? Would you show the same restraint? Or are you curious… what it feels like to bring life into the dark?”

He circled back to his throne, sitting gracefully, tail curling around the leg. “But I am not cruel. If you offer yourselves to Brightburrow you will live as honored guests. You will dine with us every night, sleep beneath silk, never fear hunger or battle again.”

His eyes darkened, voice lowering to a menacing purr. “Refuse, and we will still breed you, but it will be an endless torment of ecstasy and anguish.” He smiled, with a wicked promise. “You would birth our children until your body breaks from the pleasure, your mind shattering until all you know is the bliss of serving as our broodmares.”

Jolie’s grin faltered. “That… sounds like a threat.”

The goblin leaned forward, resting his chin on his clawed hand. “It is no mere threat. It is a promise. A dark fate, teeming with forbidden joys and desires.”

His yellow eyes bore into Alice, seeming to peer into the depths of her soul “Think carefully, little knight. You’ve fought so hard for power, for purpose. Would you really deny both when all I ask is that you share what your body already burns to give?”

Alice's legs fell open of their own accord, her armor shifting to reveal her dripping cunt as she worked herself wantonly. Her hips rocked shamelessly, erratically, all thoughts of decorum long gone. Jolie gasped beside her, but Alice barely heard it. She didn't care anymore if Jolie saw her like this, too far gone in her lust to feel any shame.

As the last of her armor fell away, the goblin leader noticed something he hadn't before, Alice's stiff cock was exposed, her status as a hermaphrodite clear.

She worked her pussy harder, faster as the goblin watched, revelling in the twin sensations of her hand on her cock and her fingers in her cunt.

She wanted to be used, to be bred, to be filled over and over again until her mind was gone and all that was left was a cum stained mess. She wanted the goblin to mount her, to rut her raw to breed her.

Alice's back arched, animal noises of raw, primal need tearing from her throat as she approached the precipice. Her hips bucked wildly, the wet sounds of her frantically fucking her own hands filling the room. As she hurtled towards the edge, the goblin smiled, a wide, wicked grin.

Alice debased herself, her body on display for all to see. Her pussy was sopping wet, the lips swollen. Her cock was rigid and leaking, bouncing obscenely with every erratic thrust of her hips.

Alice couldn't hold back any longer. With a guttural moan, she tumbled over the edge, her back arching impossibly as ecstasy crashed through her. Her pussy fluttered and clamped around her fingers, her cock twitching as rope after rope of thick, milky seed erupted from the tip. It splattered her stomach, her chest, even her face as she continued to work herself through the intense climax.

As she came down from the high, shaking and panting, the reality of what she had done hit her. Jolie was staring at her in shock, the goblin leader in cruel satisfaction.

As the waves of ecstasy from her intense orgasm subsided, Alice felt her mind start to clear a little. She looked around in a daze, the reality of her situation crashing down on her even through the fog of the aphrodisiac. She sat up a little, her mouth open to speak, to protest,

But before she could utter a single word, she found herself surrounded by a sea of leering goblin faces, their eyes alight with cruel, base desire. Rough, clawed hands grasped at her body, pulling her from where she lay splayed on the floor. Alice's cries of shock and fear quickly turned to pained yelps as she felt the hot, hard brands of goblin cocks pressing against her from all angles.

Jolie watched in horror as Alice was dragged to the center of the room, her body passed between the goblins like a rag doll. They wasted no time in forcing their way into every hole, without any thought or care for Alice's pleasure or comfort. Alice screamed in agony as multiple cocks invaded her simultaneously, stretching her pussy, ass, and mouth to the limit.

The goblin chief stepped up to Jolie as she looked on in shock, his eyes roving over her body appraisingly, clearly finding her much more to his tastes than Alice's form. Jolie whimpered in fear, backing away until her back hit the wall, but there was nowhere to go.

Alice could do nothing but endure as she was brutally fucked, her wails mixing with the grunts and jeers of the goblins as they used her body for their depraved satisfaction. Her mind, fuzzy as it was from the aphrodisiac, could do nothing but retreat into itself, some last shred of self preservation kicking in. This was nothing like the fantasies of being used and bred she had entertained moments ago.

She was lifted off the ground, supported only by the multitude of cocks violating her every orifice.

Each cock, stretched her pussy, ass, and mouth to the absolute limit. The goblins set a punishing pace, pistoning in and out of her in a frenzy, the wet slapping sounds of their efforts obscene in her ears. Each thrust sent bolts of pained pleasure searing through her, Alice's debased body still primed by the aphrodisiac.

She could feel every inch of each cock as they plundered her mercilessly, could feel as they seemed to grow even harder, more insistent as her traitorous body clenched around them wantonly. She was drooling around the cocks in her mouth, unable to do anything but **** and splutter as they battered her throat. Her holes were on fire, stretched obscenely around the invading flesh, the lubrication from her previous arousal long since slicked away.

Alice's body was jerked back and forth, the slap of flesh against flesh mixing with the grunts and moans that filled the air. Her world narrowed down to the hot, pulsing sensation of being used as the goblins' fucktoy, the last vestiges of her humanity being stripped away with each vicious thrust.

Just when she thought she could take no more, she felt the goblins start to tense, their thrusts becoming erratic. In moments, the first spurt of hot, filthy goblin jizz splashed deep into her clenching cunt. It was enough to send Alice reeling over the edge once again, the mix of pain and pleasure too much for the aphrodisiac to ignore.

She came screaming around the cocks that invaded her every hole

[System Alert: Status Change Detected]

Condition Added: Pregnant Goblin (Fangspire Lineage)

Verification Complete:

Conception confirmed.

Fetus species: Goblin (pure strain).

Dominant genetics override: 95%.

Host DNA contribution: mostly ignored.

Gestation Speed: Accelerated

(Because goblins don’t do “nine months,” they do “speedrun any%.”)

Current Effects:

Vital resources rerouted to womb defense (you’re literally tanking for two).

Appetite increase: meat, minerals, and bad decisions.

Hormonal drift detected: Expect mood swings and possibly ****.

Libido: Up again. Somehow. Against all odds.

Projected Outcomes:

Social complication probability: 96%.

Reputation modifier: “It’s not what it looks like” debuff applied.

“Well, well, look at you, Mother of Monsters! You just unlocked the world’s least adorable side quest.

I gotta say, I didn’t have ‘impregnated by goblins’ on your bingo card this early, but hey never let it be said you don’t commit.

Don’t worry, the little gremlin’ll probably be cute. By goblin standards. Which means sharp teeth, red eyes, and an attitude problem.

On the bright side, pregnancy cravings are a great excuse for homicide.”

Jolie watched Alice's brutal gangbang in a mix of utter horror and arousal. She could see the pained pleasure etched on Alice's face, could see how her body was being used so mercilessly. She couldn't help but wonder if this was what happened to all women who ended up in the fangs of the goblins. If they would all be reduced to moaning, pleading messes of wanton, debased fuckmeat.

She couldn't deny the dark thrill she felt, the slickness that had begun to drip from her own untouched cunt, even as her stomach turned in disgust. Before she could fully process the confusing duality of her emotions, the goblin chief stepped closer, his hard cock bobbing obscenely with each step.

He pulled his cock out, and without warning, slapped Jolie across the face with it a few times. The hot, hard meat hit her cheek with a wet slap, leaving smears of pre-cum over her skin. Jolie yelped in outrage, but couldn't hide the way her body trembled with wanton heat.

The goblin grinned, sharp teeth glinting as he leered at her. "As you can see, we aren't ungenerous hosts to those who... submit to us. So what do you say, Jolie? Will you take my offer? Spread your legs and submit to being my broodmare? Or will you fight... and suffer all the more for it?"

He punctuated his words with another slap of his cock to her face, leaving Jolie shaking from the **** of it, her cheek stinging. She could smell the musky scent, could almost taste the pungent precum on her lips. And god, she wanted to taste it. Wanted to submit, to belong to this goblin.

But she had to make him think she was still ****. Had to salvage what little pride she could. "I... I don't... want..." She trailed off, her face burning from humiliation and desire.