Goblin end

You gathered what meager strength you had remaining to lift your head and locate your new master. When you finally did, you saw him pulling something out of a small fire he had made. It was unmistakable, it was a brand. Your master approached you, placing one of his hands on your rear, when your inventory displayed another new message

-GAAR THE OUTCAST IS PROPOSING A CONTRACT (GOBLIN ****). DUE TO STATUS IMPREGNATED (GOBLIN), YOUR CONSENT IS AUTOMATICALLY GIVEN.

EFFECTS:

-THE BRANDED PARTY WILL BE UNABLE TO CONCEIVE UNLESS THE BRANDER CONSENTS. THE BRANDED PARTY WILL NEVER TRY TO HARM THE BRANDER. THE BRANDED PARTY WILL UNCONDITIONALLY OBEY THE BRANDER. THE BRANDER IS GIVEN FULL RIGHTS TO ALTER THE CONTRACT AT ANY POINT IN THE FUTURE.

The contract was a dream come true. What more could you ask for out of life. As your master pressed the searing metal against your ass, your pussy let out another jet of juice against the floor.

Your master entered the hut after a day of being away. You greeted him as you should, kneeling with your hands, face, and large breasts against the floor."Welcome back master, do you - Ah!" your greeting was cut short as he sharply pulled your hair back and stuffed your face into his musky sack. As you breathed in the most incredible and vile scent in the world, your mind wandered to the various discoveries you have made in your time being your master's ****. One, the other goblins did not seem to like him. Unbelievable I know, but somehow true. His cock was incomparable to other goblins, whose cocks were only 5 inches long at best. Between that and his much stronger musk, other goblins seem to pick on him. Seeing this only made your heart long for him even more. Because of this, he often returned to the hut frustrated, meaning he used you even more harshly (which was a positive in your books). The second discovery concerned the strange object your master had been tinkering with. It appears to be a powerful relic that blocks perception. It stops anyone outside the hut from perceiving the sight, sounds, or smells of anyone inside of it. Due to this relic, none of the other goblins are even aware of your existence. The final discovery is that your master's rancid cum is the only meal you need. In your few days of slavery so far you have been well fed, and even managed to grow a few cup sizes and ass sizes from a diet consisting solely of smelly, yellowy, jelly-like jizz. Truly this was paradise.