Feeding the Horn

When they arrived at the caves, Valery was waiting for them. She immediately noticed there were some fighters missing and gave a tearful look to first Astra and then Flinch. She held it together until the captured paladins were safely chained up in a narrow cave, she even enhanced their chains with magic so there was no chance of escape. Valery and Astra then excused themselves and went to their chambers to grieve together.

Flinch sent his children to prepare the burial rites, then he was finally alone with the paladins. He thought back to the strange scarlet skinned woman whose horn was growing out of his forehead. Her words about him gaining power from fucking powerful people into submission echoed inside his mind. The strength he had already gained in this way and from his training allowed him to easily move the taller women around, until they were all in a position with their arms and legs chained above their heads. They didn’t dare complain much verbally, but their eyes were filled with fear and disgust, *Good.*, Flinch simply thought, *I hope this breaks you.*.

The leader was chained up at the start of the line of exposed paladin pussy. Flinch undressed and stepped over her, running his hands along the insides of her thighs, “I will only fuck you once, after that you will have given me all I need.”. Behind her fear there was a hint of hope, hope that they might be released after this. Flinch smiled, “Don’t get me wrong. After I’m done with you, my sons will use you as breeding stock to give birth to a new generation. Your bodies are strong, so the children will be strong.”. He slapped her ass, “But I will only fuck you once, promise.”, then he thrust inside her.

The leader was biting her lip, trying her hardest not to show any reaction to his thrusts, but her flushed face and dripping pussy betrayed her. The others were gasping, some were sobbing, but they were all twisting in their chains to watch. Flinch kept spanking the woman while he fucked her roughly, occasionally leaning forward into a mating press and **** her until her eyes turned upwards. He had fucked Valery and Astra roughly too at first, they had tried to kill him after all, but never this rough. The pain of losing his sons stung so much deeper.

By now the proud paladin was panting, her fists were clenched and her legs twitching. She was close and so was Flinch, his goblin nature really got off on the rough hatefucking. He grabbed her knees and pushed them towards her ears while leaning forward, feeling her strong leg muscles tense up beneath soft skin. “This is your new life.”, he whispered in her ear. Her legs spasmed and her toes curled as waves and waves of strong orgasms rolled over her. Still, her pride didn’t allow her to moan. Flinch didn’t care, he pulled out and shot hot ropes of cum all over her face, covering her in the sticky white goo.

Over the next hour he proceeded to fuck every single one of the paladins. Flinch felt the rush of power flowing to the horn every time they came from the rough treatment. It was even more power than what he had gained from Astra and Valery, he couldn’t wait to use it in his training. He left them there, all still covered in cum as he didn’t creampie any of them. They would bear his grandchildren, no reason to make it all needlessly complicated.

He left to be with his two wives. To grieve with them and later attend the burial. He had to clean up first though…