Led inside the building.

The two goblins open the door and push you through, whispering a few last curses under their breathes. Weasel follows in after you and shuts the door behind you. The interior of the building smells of herbs and incenses. A red glow sits over the large room, the light filtered by read fabrics in the windows. Bookshelves and jars line the walls and in the middle of the strange room sits a wide stone table.

You spot the hobgoblin leader out of the corner of your eye as he steps into the room. You see him mixing a purple paste in a wooden bowl with a pestle. He smiles as he sees you, setting aside the bowl.

“This is truly a fortune from the gods. To think those worthless goblins would bring home a prize like you,” he speaks, his voice booming in the echoing chamber of the room.

“W-what is this?” you ask, unable to move. “What do you want from me?”

“What else? A sexy minx like you—what other use do I have besides making you my lover?”

“I would never agree to such a thing!”

“You’re a spirited one. Rather than teaching you to be obedient, those pathetic goblins have gotten you all riled up. But rest assured, I am not like those useless creatures. I will have you commit yourself to me.”

“As if…”

The hobgoblin interrupts you by stepping before you and roughly grabbing your exposed breast.

“Those goblins are nothing compared to me,” he says as he massages your breast and roughly tugs at your nipple. You gasp at the rough treatment, but you can’t help but feel a tingle under his touch.

The hobgoblin moves closer to you. He is at least a foot taller than you are. His intimidating presence makes you shuffle backwards, until you feel the back of your legs hit the stone table in the center of the room. You find yourself falling backwards on to it, as if your back was drawn to its cool surface like a magnet.

The green creature circles around the table, guiding your arms to a pair of cuffs imbedded in the stone surface. You don’t seem to resist as he does it. You feel like your lacking strength or energy—as if you’re short of breath from the heavy air in the room.

“Take a look,” the hobgoblin says. Your attention draws, as if tugged by invisible strings, toward the hobgoblin beside you. He pulls away the loose fur wrap around his lower torso. The creature’s monstrous prick shows itself, already an impressive scale despite only just beginning to grow stiff. Unlike the goblins before him, this one is much more unusual. It is shaped less like a human’s and more like a horse’s, with an extra wide, mushroom-like head. Several small, smooth bones dot the top and bottom of his shaft, pierced into his skin to give it a spine-like texture. You cannot draw your gaze away from the bizarre organ that is presented before you.

“See? I said I am not like those goblins. You’ll find that you’ll grow to love my shape much more easily.”

You find your mouth watering at the sight of the organ, your body responding in strange ways to it, growing eager to taste it, to mount it. It twitches lightly as it steadily grows more erect, making you a feel all the more flush. You try and shake your head. Whether it’s the incenses, pheromones, or some deeper need that’s making you feel this way, you cannot allow yourself to fall prey to such shameful desires.

The hobgoblin circles back around and stands at the base of the table near your feet. You realize that you have your legs spread wide open. The hobgoblin stands between them, his prick twitching as he draws it closer to you. You gasp when you notice that you’re displaying yourself to him and quickly shut your legs. He laughs at your continued resistance.

“You are certainly strong willed, but no creature can resist their sexual cravings for long.” The chief takes your legs by the knees and spreads you back open effortlessly. His grip possessive, his eyes full of hunger—you do not give as much resistance as you should. He leans forward and lets his long tongue run across different portions of your skin. From your naval to your inner thigh, he teases your body all over.

Your eyes are fluttering and your hips wriggling to the incessant teasing your body is subjected to. It isn’t until the long muscle of his tongue squirms its way into your tight passage that you finally let out a moan.

You recall how close you were to coming not too long ago, how you were left on the very edge of blissful release thanks to the other goblins. It left you wanting, and now you were approaching that very same place.

The hobgoblin leader wiggles his cock-like tongue inside you, tasting your growing wetness and pressing against all sorts of nerves inside you. He occasionally withdraws it, making you whimper with need, before running it around and across your love button.

It continues on and on for what feels like hours, growing that **** need inside you that you hoped to avoid. The foul creature is dominating your senses. Your sane mind holds on by a thread. You’re ready to submit to him in whole despite everything you said. It takes every last bit of will to keep you from screaming for him to take you.

That is when he stops. He withdraws his wiggling tongue from your body and stands up. You look at him, your eyes begging him not to stop, knowing that it’ll only make your needs that much worse. He knows this also. He turns around, walking to get something at the other side of the room. When he turns back to you, you notice a small metal collar made of two clasps in his hands. He walks slowly towards you, the collar’s jaw aimed at you.

Your heart is racing as he slowly brings the collar up to your neck. Your hot breaths are deep, making your chest rise and fall heavily. He takes his time as he moves the metal clasp slowly to your throat, brushing its cold metal across your body as it travels up. You gasp when it finally reaches your neck and snaps shut in a loud clink.